God Of Martial Arts

"Uncle!"

Ziying bowed to the man who appeared, respectful, and his eyes flashed with cold light. His uncle was a strong man in the Xuanwu realm. When he appeared, Lin Feng would surely die.

It seems that the people who appear here are not very old, but Ziying is in proportion to their uncles. This is not surprising to the crowd. The higher the level of cultivation, the longer the life expectancy, the younger they look naturally. Some super strong people can even rejuvenate and stay young forever. It seems that it will always be youth.

There are also rumors about jiuxiao, the extreme of martial arts, can not die out, get eternal life, let countless people yearn for and pursue.

Martial arts is an eternal theme.

"You have the face to call me uncle!"

The old ancestor of Zifu snorted coldly. The body lying on the ground was the elite of his purple mansion and his descendants. Now, all of them are dead.

Only left a woman's body Zixia, purple house, are to be the queen.

"I'm guilty."

Ziying did not dare to refute. As the owner of the purple house, he was duty bound to let the purple house suffer from this disaster. Even his son was killed.

"Your sin, I will count with you, but now"

the ancestor of Zifu said coldly, staring at Lin Feng.

"You are so young, and you have eight times of Lingwu state. You should have a bright future, but today, you are doomed to die here."

Zifu Laozu said, his body was permeated with a real sense of killing, so that the surrounding crowd felt bursts of cold.

"Lingwu state eight heavy, originally, Lin Feng has Lingwu eight heavy strength, is very strong, moreover, by virtue of this Lingwu state eight heavy strength, he even has the Lingwu realm peak cultivation purple shadow to be able to retreat, formidable."

The crowd murmured with praise. They had never seen Lin Feng at this age before.

"Is it? You have to try to find out. "

Lin Feng said indifferently. His voice was still calm, without any waves. He was really the cultivation of eight levels of Lingwu state. After reaching the realm of harmony of heaven and man that day, his cultivation directly crossed over, from six levels of Lingwu state to eight levels of Lingwu state.

Before he arrived at the realm of the unity of man and nature, Lin Feng was able to challenge him by leaps and bounds by various means. Today, although the unity of heaven and man is the eighth level of the Lingwu realm, it is not difficult to deal with the ordinary nine heavy people in the Lingwu realm. If it were not for Ziying's strange means, now Lin Feng would have killed him.

"It's crazy."

When the crowd saw the figures facing each other on the corridor, they breathed for a long time. Lin Feng, even the strong in the Xuanwu area, also wanted to fight.

"I don't know whether to die or not. I will let you understand that the strong in the Xuanwu realm can not be touched by the people in the Lingwu realm."

With a wave of the sleeves of the purple mansion's father's robe, all of a sudden, sand and gravel were flying on the corridor, and an invisible hurricane was formed, which made a roaring sound.

"People in the Xuanwu realm possess Zhenyuan. Zhenyuan is the result of a large number of Yuan Qi of heaven and earth. The power of Zhenyuan can easily crush the people of Lingwu state into pieces. This is the gap between the two realms and cannot be made up for."

Zifu Laozu raised his hand, palm upward, the purple real yuan strength in his hands, as if it was a purple ball of light, dazzling.

In fact, it is the power of the Yuan Dynasty, but not the real one.

Lin Feng steps a step, the sword slants in the hand, refracts the silk cold cold light, is fearless.

"Today, I have a sudden insight into the sword technique. I just want to test it with your true strength."

Lin Feng light said, the crowd eyes a solidification, suddenly realize the sword, worthy of being a genius, understanding is strong.

"Try my sword with me?" A strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He had never heard of the people in Lingwu realm. Those who dare to test swords with the strong in Xuanwu were all asking for advice.

Have to say, Lin Feng, crazy can.

"Then try it."

The purple mansion ancestor's hand trembles, the palm's real yuan light ball huff and puff, immediately throws out, the purple light ball is full of crazy tyrant's destructive power, wants to destroy everything.

Even the people under the corridor can clearly feel how overbearing the implicit destruction in the true yuan purple light sphere is.

"Sword of the rising sun!"

Lin Feng's hands were raised, extremely fast, but fell in the eyes of the crowd, as if very slow, clear track.

This sword, like the rising sun, slowly rises into the sky, full of endless vitality and surging vitality.

The crowd even gave birth to an illusion that Lin Feng's sword, like a red sun, rose slowly, the sword of sunrise and the sword of red sun.

"It's beautiful. It's like a red sun." Zi Ling felt a dream and murmured: "elder sister, this is Lin Feng's own sword. He created his own sword when he watched the red sun rise in the morning."

She vaguely remembers that in the early morning, she and Lin Feng watched the rising sun together. She also lamented that although the scenery was beautiful, the people were not. She said that Lin Feng was not the person she wanted to accompany her to watch the sunrise, but at the moment, he had a trace of miss.

As if that kind of time, never again.

"My own sword technique."The whole body of Ziyi trembled. How many peerless talents all practiced the martial arts and skills of their predecessors. A few of them were able to create their own swordsmanship, and they were so dazzling that they gave people the feeling of immersing themselves. This is the real understanding of the sword. Only when they have an epiphany can they show their artistic conception.

The purple light collided with the sword of red sun. The endless light stabbed the eyes of the crowd. The power of destruction raged in the space. It seemed that it took a long time to settle down.

Lin Feng's figure is still white, sword, frivolous, uninhibited.

"Chaoyang sword, I really can't bear to kill you. It's a pity that if you kill me, you'll die."

Zifu Laozu sighed, although he was a strong man in the Xuanwu realm, he also understood that his talent was nothing. His cultivation stopped here. Lin Feng was the real genius. He could surpass him in a few years. The Xuanwu realm is not Lin Feng's limit.

Some people love talents and some envy them. Lin Feng has never seen such a genius before, and his descendants are far behind. He has always wanted to have a talented descendant. Unfortunately, he has not. Now, he has waited for one, but is not his descendant, but his enemy of Zifu.

The ancestor of Zifu really wanted to slap Ziying in the face. Such a person didn't make good friends with him. On the contrary, he had a bad relationship with him. He was too stupid to forgive.

"Do it." Lin Feng said indifferently.

"Well, die."

Zifu Laozu said calmly, and his steps leaped. Suddenly, his figure directly crossed Lin Feng's body, and with the palm of purple Zhenyuan's power, he directly killed Lin Feng.

The crowd's heart tightly clenches, Lin Feng, wants to collide with the powerful existence of the Xuanwu realm.

"Sword of light."

A murmur came out of Lin Feng's mouth, and the incomparably bright light bloomed from his sword, full of endless explosive power. This sword, dazzling, is the light of the scorching sun in the sky. It is tyrannical, powerful and shining on everything. It is the sword of the burning sun.

"Hiss, hisses"

the space sends out the sound of splitting, and the dust of death curls around the sword. This sword is the realization of Lin Feng, and also integrates the artistic conception of the sword of extinction.

This sword is as bright as the sun and as fast as light.

"Boom

The terrible breath swept through, the sword of the sun was near, and the ancestor of Zifu retreated. The powerful existence of the Xuanwu realm retreated in front of Lin Feng. Although, it was only a small step to the side.

"Shadow kill!"

Suddenly, the shadow of the cross disappeared.

In the past, when Lin Feng rushed to save Duan Xinye, he used the second shadow killing method of cross shadow killing. However, at that time, he couldn't make the shadow invisible. However, now the realm has stepped into the unity of heaven and man, and the shadow kills out. It seems that he has no more power of destruction than the power of destruction.

"Purple pole!"

The ancestor of Zifu felt this invisible destructive power, and his face was ugly. He drank a little, and the purple light of crazy tyrant appeared, and the purple light of Zhenyuan bloomed in the air.

"Chih, Chih"

when a sword was stabbed into Zhenyuan, his face changed slightly, his body was like a phantom, and he disappeared in an instant. He fell directly under the corridor and retreated again. He was forced to retreat again by Lin Feng again, and he was directly forced under the corridor.

However, Lin Feng's face did not have a bit of complacency, nor pursuit, his eyes turned, his eyes fell on the body of purple shadow, cold, full of murders.

This one eye, let purple shadow's face change greatly, the heart violently trembles under.

Lin Feng's body, once again moved, there is no point to stay.