God Of Martial Arts

"War! Lin Feng, he wants to fight! "

Feeling Lin Feng's sense of terror and killing, the hearts of the crowd can't help shaking. It's a proud young man.

Even in the Lingwu state, the state is poor, but in the face of the strong in the Xuanwu realm, the will to fight is unyielding, and the soul of the battle is not broken.

The last three moves, who said Lin Feng must resist passively, why can't he take the initiative to attack?

Bald Castle master's eyes also solidified there, fight, Lin Feng even dare to give up Dodge, want to fight with him!

The shadow of the demon hawk covered him. The golden light was so sharp and dazzling that he could not stop breathing.

Fight, Lin Feng will die!

At this time, Lin Feng looked up at the void, stretched out his hand, and drank coldly: "sword!"

The words fall, Lin Feng's hand, appeared a sword, the sword of Zhenyuan, the sword of destruction, the sword of God of war.

Lin Feng's whole person, also like a sword, is incomparably sharp. His body is full of artistic conception, only destruction and fighting.

"This sense of war and sword is stronger than when we killed vultures just now." The crowd gaze a congealed, at this time Lin Feng, the breath is too strong, as if to kill all in front of the people.

"It's just a sword of Zhenyuan. How to fight against the real power of Zhenyuan?"

The master of bald Castle smiles coldly. The brilliance of Zhenyuan circulates around his body. He looks up and the sound of eagle's fierce roar is so thrilling.

In the Xuanwu realm, the more condensed the soul is, the better it can assist the battle and make the martial arts stronger.

At this time, the bald Castle master seems to be possessed by a demon eagle, with the sharpness of the demon eagle and the sharpness of the demon eagle.

When the strength of Wuxiu reaches a certain level, the potential of Wuhun can be brought into full play. If Wuhun is an animal spirit, then the Wuxiu's Wuhun is like a growing monster, accompanied by the strength and strength of Wuxiu.

"The sword of Zhenyuan is just a sword!" Lin Feng sneers, steps out, sword meaning, seems to destroy the sky, more and more strong.

"War!" With a roar, the tumultuous fighting spirit leaped out of Lin Feng's body and ran toward the bald Castle master, making the hearts of the crowd bitter. Even if they stood far away, they could still feel the firmness of the battle intention and the intensity of the battle intention. There was no fear, no fear, only war!

At this time, Lin Feng is like the God of war!

"Die!"

The master of the bald Castle howled like a demon eagle. His body turned into a shadow and rushed towards Lin Feng.

"Roar!"

The purple spirit behind Lin Feng's back was frantically thrown out, turning into hundreds of demon snakes and hovering forward. In an instant, the body of the bald Castle master was rolled up, which made him tremble. The strength of the martial spirit on his body fluctuated violently.

"Bite!" Lin Feng murmured. The shadow of these demon snakes turned into poisonous snakes. They devoured the power of the spirit of the sword, and the spirit of the eagle was nibbled away by its powerful corrosive power. It seemed that the true power of the Lord of bald castle would be eroded.

"Crack it for me!"

With a roar from the master of the bald castle, Zhenyuan's power turned into a huge sword and cut the purple spirit towards the virtual shadow of the purple demon snake.

However, at the next moment, there are endless purple demon snakes again, and they roll up his body with incomparable precision, and then whirl and stir wildly. The power of the martial spirit seems to be under control with incomparable precision.

"Up

Lin Feng roared, and the center of his eyes twinkled. Hundreds of purple demon snakes rolled up the body of the bald Castle master.

Lin Feng, with the power of the martial spirit, he rolled up the strong in the Xuanwu realm.

This scene, let everyone's eyes all coagulate, look frightening.

Lin Feng is so powerful. It seems that this strange spirit can incarnate tens of millions of purple demon snakes. All of them have been given life to assist Lin Feng in fighting and roll up the body of bald Castle master.

However, I don't know why the purple soul can be given life at this time. It's so precise that Lin Feng endured the pain of Lin Feng's separation, split the soul with the spirit of remnant and refine it, and then used the hundreds of remnant souls to act on his purple soul, so strong and accurate that hundreds of purple demon snakes could be saved and given life at the same time.

These lives are his soul.

With his eyes slightly closed, Lin Feng only felt that his soul was weak. He could not bear to use such a huge soul power at one time. It was too difficult to control.

It is hard for him to imagine how shocking it would be to refine the spirit of the remnant to the later stage and separate out hundreds of millions of remnant souls.

Although Lin Feng's eyes are closed, his fighting spirit is stronger and his sword spirit is more powerful. The sword in his hand seems to be cut off at any time.

At the same time, the bald Castle master rolled up by the purple demon snake was stiff, and Zhenyuan's power turned into countless sharp knives.

"Chop!"

With a roar of anger, the bright light of the sword bloomed in the air, the purple soul of Wu broke, and his figure fell to the ground.

But also at this moment, closed eyes of Lin Feng, moved, like the wind floating!

"Cross, shadow kill!"A cross light blooms in the air, which is too fast for the eyes of the crowd to keep up with.

But only the intention of war and destruction is so clear.

It was not until the light of the cross was shining and the blood was splashing, that the terrified crowd found that the bald Castle master, who had not yet landed on the ground, had a cross blood mark on his chest.

The power of protecting the body was torn out, and the light of the demon hawk became dim, with cross bloodstains and rampant blood.

The power of Zhenyuan, the unity of heaven and man, the sword of the God of war, the spirit of purple snake and the cross shadow kill made this unique strike, which was a killing blow to the strong in Xuanwu.

Lin Feng's Zhenyuan sword is not only a simple power of Zhenyuan, but also a combination of too many powerful fighting forces.

"Eight moves, two more!"

Lin Feng's mouth spits out a sound, trembling in the silent space.

Eight moves, less than ten moves, but the loser is not Lin Feng, but the bald Castle master in Xuanwu.

Ten moves must be killed, who will kill who?

The power of Zhenyuan circulates, and the master of bald Castle seals the wound. However, at the moment, he is still depressed. The light of the cross does not only hurt his appearance and sword spirit, but also tears his inner organs.

"What a bullying sword, what a powerful youth."

The crowd trembled, too shocked, things, once again, did not progress as they imagined.

Lin Feng once again created a miracle. With one sword, only one sword, he defeated the strong one in the Xuanwu realm with the strength of eight times cultivation of Lingwu realm!

This sword, let them see Lin Feng's eyes are not the same, Lin Feng, and the strong of the Xuanwu is the same level, is the existence they need to look up to.

LAN Jiao's eyes twinkle and stare at Lin Feng, a very frivolous teenager. No wonder her magic power is useless. Lin Feng is not an ordinary person, but a real genius.

At this time, the ice Teng, the killing intention in the eyes is more and more thick, and the heart secretly says: "demon!"

Lin Feng is a real evil spirit. He is more evil than any of their disciples in ice snow mountain villa. If yunhaizong has not been destroyed and has such a disciple as Lin Feng, he will surely train him with all his strength. He must be killed!

"Waste!"

An evil voice spewed out, and immediately saw Mo canglan's body trembling, and at the same time, Huo Lao's body also moved, followed him closely, and did not let him have the opportunity to move Lin Feng.

However, Mo canglan's target is not Lin Feng, but bald Castle master.

"No The master of bald Castle seemed to realize something. His body trembled violently and ran to the void. However, at this time, a vine rolled toward the void, directly binding his body. Suddenly, the vine turned into a bloodthirsty vine. The flesh and blood of the bald Castle master ran along the vine and entered Mo canglan's body.

"Boom

The hearts of the crowd trembled fiercely. It was a terrible and evil skill.

Mo canglan's vines are actually sucking the flesh and blood of the bald Castle master and Zhenyuan. At this time, the bald Castle master's face is twisted, and his face shows a look of incomparable fear. His body is shaking wildly and struggling, a little bit wilting.

However, Mo canglan is like a greedy devil who enjoys swallowing everything of the bald Castle master.

The people of vulture Castle showed fear one by one, and their bodies trembled slightly. The devil, their castle master, was the devil. No matter how evil they were, they would never have thought of such evil work.

A moment later, the body of the bald Castle master turned into a corpse and flesh. He lay on the ground softly. The bloodthirsty vines were withdrawn. Mo canglan took a breath and was intoxicated.

"Beast!" Lin Feng's eyes are cold. Mo canglan betrays yunhaizong and cultivates such evil skills!