God Of Martial Arts

"How cool

Lin Feng sighed in his heart. After swallowing the spirit of Wu, he helped him nourish the power of Zhenyuan.

I remember the appearance of Tianyan Wuhun a few times ago, swallowing up demons and monsters, swallowing the air of ice and swallowing the purple lake, which respectively increased his cultivation level and gave birth to a new martial spirit. It was very strange.

this time, every time he devour the beast, he will absorb the essence of the beast. He will grow up and grow up. At the same time, he will give birth to the warrior.

"Now, more control." Lin Feng's dark pupil is staring at Wu Zhen, and his killing intention is getting more and more. Since he has brought Wuzhen here, Lin Feng has decided to kill him.

"Lin Feng, do you have to fight?"

Wu Zhen stares at Lin Feng. Lin Feng is more and more aggressive, but he doesn't want to fight any more.

Lin Feng indifferent nod, war, of course, to fight, since want to kill him, we must do a good job will leave the intention of life.

Wu Zhen was silent, and then, a cold breath bloomed. Since Lin Feng must fight, then Wu Zhen can only accompany him. However, he has no heart to kill Lin Feng. It is not worth killing Lin Feng to offend her.

It's enough to defeat Lin Feng and let him back in the face of difficulties.

Cold, cold, two people stand in the cold.

The pupils of both of them are strange, not like the pupils of human beings.

"Kill!"

Lin Feng murmured, and the purple ocean roared wildly again. At the same time, six black dragons hovered in front of Lin Feng, ferocious and terrifying.

Wu Zhen's eyes were calm, and his figure floated up like a ghost and drifted back towards the back, as if he were not a person without any weight.

Lin Feng treads on the void and pursues forward. The spirit of purple snake spreads wildly and turns into a purple river.

Wu Zhen, a retreat again and again, actually did not contact with Lin Feng.

"You said I ran away. What are you doing now?"

Lin Feng's voice was cold as he went forward, his voice was cold. After Wu Zhen attached the spirit of the lich, he was really like a ghost, so fast.

In terms of speed, Lin Feng is not as good as Wu Zhen. After all, the gap in the realm is there, which is hard to make up for.

Wu Zhen's eyes were indifferent. The black and white eyes of the spirit of the Lich were staring at Lin Feng. However, Lin Feng's eyes were flat in front of him. He was not affected at all. His dark eyes were as firm as a rock and as dark as an abyss. It seemed that the spirit of the Lich could not affect him at all.

This makes the witch really depressed. The soul of the Lich can capture the soul, but it is useless for Lin Feng.

The spirit of the Lich can also control Warcraft, but it is still useless to Lin Feng.

Lin Feng seems to be the killer of the spirit of the Lich.

When the palm of the hand is raised, a cloud of cold white light converges in the palm, and the wisps of light on the soul of the Lich also converge towards the upper part, making this group of luster more and more weird.

"Cold, cold."

Following Wu Zhen, Lin Feng's heart shudders and stares at the dark evil light in Wu Zhen's palm. Wu Zhen doesn't cover up at all, so let Lin Feng look at it.

"Lin Feng, since you want Bi me to fight, then try the demon Ming palm power."

Wu Zhen murmured, and his body stopped moving forward. Instead of retreating, his ghost like body moved forward towards Lin Feng. The white light held by him in his hand made him feel more and more cold.

The purple monster whirled wildly and wrapped around Wuzhen's body. However, Wuzhen didn't seem to care about it. His body was still moving forward. It seemed that the cold and cold feeling would freeze the purple snake's tentacles and then break.

"Roar" the chant of Canglong trembled, and the shadows of six black dragons rushed out toward Wuzhen. However, the white light of demons was blooming in Wuzhen's eyes. Around his body, it seemed that a layer of Yin evil Qi curtain was set up, which made the six black dragons directly hit the air curtain, and the cold feeling was clear, freezing the soul of the black dragon.

"This sorcery is really powerful."

Lin Feng felt the chill. This time, his body retreated, and Wuzhen rushed directly into the scope of his martial spirit package. He didn't care.

The spirit of purple snake and Canglong, who broke free from the ice, roared and roared in the opposite direction and went to Wuzhen volume.

But Wu Zhen, as if did not see the same, such as the dark body is still facing forward, his eyes, only Lin Feng.

"Well?" Lin Feng frowned. The witch was really cruel. He even used this method to attack and put himself in his soul.

"I advised you to have a truce, but you can't listen to it. In this case, Lin Feng, bear the anger."

Wu Zhen stares at Lin Feng. The cold air in his palm seems to be thrown out to Lin Feng at any time. On the cloud of Yin evil spirit, a cloud of white air is floating like a demon snake.

"If you want to fight, I will accompany you."

Lin Feng mercilessly flashed a evil spirit in his pupil and exploded with a loud noise. The flame was burning on Lin Feng's body. The Yang fire was really yuan, hot and violent.

Shaoyang and Shaoyin are so close.Yang Huo Zhenyuan is wildly burning and converging. Lin Feng and Wu Zhen hold up their palms. In his hands, endless Yang Huo Zhenyuan converges, and the flame gradually turns into pitch black, becoming more and more black, pure black.

Even the dark and merciless pupil of Lin Feng seems to have a black flame flickering in the illusion. It is how a terrible flame.

This time, it's Wu Zhen's turn to move. What a similar method, he is gathering the hand of demon Ming with Zhenyuan, which can destroy Lin Feng. Lin Feng's life and death is left to him.

But what he didn't expect was that Lin Feng did the same. Zhenyuan converged into a flame, a black flame, a dead flame.

The flame turned into a lotus, a blooming Black Lotus.

"That's how one eye died just now." Wu Zhen frowned. He couldn't feel how powerful the flame of the black lotus was. But when he saw the Black Lotus, he actually sent out a trace of fear from the bottom of his heart. Obviously, the Black Lotus must not be weak.

"My accomplishments are three levels of Xuanwu realm. I use Shaoyin skill to condense the hands of demon Ming and Lin Feng is one of them. Even if I practice Shaoyang skill and gather black flame lotus with Yang Huo Zhen Yuan, it will not be more powerful than my demon Ming palm."

Wu Zhen thought to himself that the war spirit was so fierce that he wanted to see how strong it was to burn one eye into a void Black Lotus flame.

"The hand of demon hell, destroy." Wu Zhen's mouth spits out a voice, the Yin Sha light group that he holds up in his hand, finally falls down slowly, towards Lin Feng to blast to kill in the past.

Lin Feng, also will raise the palm overturn, black flame lotus, bombard out.

"Hiss, hisses"

the hands of the demon and the Black Lotus collide together, sending out a subtle sound, an unparalleled sense of destruction, spreading in the void, a group of extinct light, crazy diffusion, the space trembled.

The lotus of fire invades into the palm of the demon world and erodes madly. This scene makes the pupil of Wuzhen shrink violently. How could it be that the demon ghost palm formed by his triple cultivation of Xuanwu is not as good as the Black Lotus used by Lin Feng of the first level of Xuanwu.

However, this black lotus, really just gathered Lin Feng's Yang Huo Zhen Yuan?

The spirit of the dark flame in the sky is also integrated into the Black Lotus, destroying all.

As the light of extinction spread, the faces of Lin Feng and Wu Zhen gradually changed. The destructive force born from the collision was too powerful. The trees under their feet turned into powder in an instant, completely annihilated in the space. Slowly, their own faces changed dramatically and became extremely ferocious.

No sound, only invisible destruction storm.

"Back!" Lin Feng had an idea in his heart that the storm of destruction would destroy everything, even himself.

Wu Zhen, also thought of retreat, the destruction of the storm, he can not support.

The bodies of Lin Feng and Wu Zhen are almost at the same time floating backward, and their souls are shaking.

However, Lin Feng still didn't give up killing Wuzhen. Tianyan Canglong roared and rolled down from the air. Six black dragons and endless purple light rushed to Wuzhen.

"Kill!"

Lin Feng's ruthless pupil is so tough that nothing can stop him from killing Wu Zhen.

The spirit of the Lich sends out bursts of white light, dazzling, trying to stop the black dragon and the purple snake.

"Roar"

under the enchanting light of the soul of the lich, the black dragon and the purple snake seem to be completely angry. Under Lin Feng's shocking gaze, they even slowly merge and merge together. Their incomparable bodies are shaking wildly between the heaven and the earth, diving down and roaring.

One bite, devour the spirit of the Lich.

It is a mouthful again, the sorcery that eyesight frightens, also swallow!