God Of Martial Arts

Everyone's eyes are fixed on Lin Feng's body. In the last two battles, Lin Feng, who will first choose to fight?

"Lin Feng, now, you choose." Snow impermanent eyes fell on Lin Feng's body and asked.

"He." Lin Feng pointed to the emperor's Mausoleum and said calmly that since Duan Wudao had defeated the emperor's mausoleum, let alone Duan Wudao.

The emperor's eyes flashed, a cold light flickered, staring at Lin Feng.

"Why, there is no need to continue fighting." Emperor Mausoleum said faintly, although he was defeated by Duan Wudao, but his arrogance is especially there. Lin Feng, how can he fight with him? If his imperial mausoleum is defeated by this unknown Lin Feng, it will be too humiliating.

In the eyes of emperor mausoleum, the last two battles were unnecessary and meaningless. Lin Feng was just looking for abuse.

"You always thought you were the best in the snow. How about now?" Lin Feng said faintly, let the eyes of Emperor Mausoleum slightly coagulate. Although Lin Feng's voice is very quiet, its meaning is undoubtedly satirizing him. You think you are the strongest. Why are you the second? Then, what qualifications does he have to boast here.

"Very well, since you are going to fight, I will tell you what it means to shake a tree with a fat apple and what is to overstep one's strength."

The imperial mausoleum step a step, in an instant appeared in front of Lin Feng not far away, that fades the domineering gas to the sky, toward Lin Feng oppression in the past, heaven's meaning, bloom.

With a grasp, the surrounding heaven and earth seemed to be under the control of the imperial mausoleum, and the whirlpool of terror was pressing towards Lin Feng to strangle him.

"Ants want to fight, wake up." The imperial tomb clenched his fist, and the more powerful and terrifying force oppressed Lin Feng's body madly, which made him feel like he was going to crush him.

The distorted space makes people feel confused. The emperor mausoleum is too strong. Maybe you can't feel his strength when he fights Duan Wudao, but when he fights with Lin Feng, he hits Lin Feng at will. This contrast can bring shock and set off the terror of emperor mausoleum.

Lin Feng's arm in that disordered space slowly raised, put on the back, that slowly extended hand, is so stable, no point of floating.

A light chant, the Blood Sword appears, the blood color of the light bloom around, a terrible sword sense, slowly diffuse out, resist the oppression of the space.

"Keng!" When the light sound comes out, the blood sword comes out of its sheath and hangs on the ground. The sword tip points to the ground. The blood light is getting thicker and thicker. The terrible sword meaning is more and more sharp.

"Whew, whew" the terrible sword spirit crisscrossed in the space, making a whistling sound, which weakened the oppressive spirit, and the will of Kendo began to bloom. Taking Lin Feng as the center, all of the sword Qi was strangled and became more and more fierce.

"Heaven." The emperor's Mausoleum roared, his fists opened and then clenched. The heaven and earth seemed to be united, and the force of terror pressed against Lin Feng again. How could Lin Feng's Kendo will resist his heaven's will.

Feeling the stronger and stronger oppressive force, the sword spirit around Lin Feng is also more and more terrible. The sword spirit of one, two, three and four times of Kendo will is roaring. In the void, it seems that there are countless swords. However, it seems that this is not the end. The sword spirit is still increasing madly.

"Kill!" A terrible blood light blooms, fast to inconceivable, the bound space is divided into two, as if by this sword, the blood color of the light, will cut the sky.

Kendo will, the fifth!

The eyes of the crowd trembled fiercely. Lin Feng's Kendo will broke through the fourth level and stepped into the fifth level of Kendo will. Lin Feng fought Lingxiao and cut off Lingxiao's arm. He only used the quadruple Kendo will, and he also hid his strength. At the moment, the sword spirit blooming on his body crushed the will of heaven that oppressed him, and the heaven wanted it under this Kendo will Annihilation, unable to bind him.

Lin Feng's Kendo will has surpassed the fourth and stepped into the fifth. This bloody sword is the beginning of the real battle.

Emperor Ling's brow is also a wrinkle, but he is not comparable to the sky after all. His body retreats slightly and holds his hands together. The will of heaven oppresses the bloody sword light and resists the advance of the sword slightly. At the same time, the terrible Zhenyuan power roars wildly on his fist. The fist of destroying the heaven and the earth roars wildly, and the heaven and earth roar and rumble Above the blood of fear.

The sword light finally disappeared. However, when the imperial mausoleum raised his head, he found Lin Feng flying into the sky. From above the void, he directly killed him with a sword. The five levels of Kendo will of Xuanwu were all blooming, and all the world was covered with bloody swords.

"Kill!" The emperor's Mausoleum roared, and his body rose to the sky. The terror of the sky blew to the sword, and the real yuan power, which was much more powerful than Lin Feng, was wildly released.

"Second sword!"

The sword in Lin Feng's hand twists slightly, hissing sound spreads out, the body is like the wind, a sword stabs to the throat of emperor mausoleum.

"Give it to me." The imperial mausoleum's palm was firmly grasped, and the terrible oppressive force was pressing toward the sword. The terrible Zhenyuan, the carrier of the imperial mausoleum's palm, buckled the bloody sword directly to the blood sword."The third sword." A bloody light blooms out, and the space is full of sword shadow of drinking blood sword. The merciless and endless sword Qi shoots out towards the imperial mausoleum, which makes the palm of Emperor Mausoleum ache.

"Get out of here." The imperial mausoleum roared, and both palms were pushed out at the same time. A force of mountains all oppressed Lin Feng's sword and Lin Feng's body. Lin Feng only felt that a big mountain was pressing against him, which was suffocating. The power of the imperial mausoleum was too terrible.

"The fourth sword!" When Lin Feng stabbed with a sword, it seems that the sword is ordinary and does not have a towering momentum. It directly stabs on a point of the mountain force. After the sword is pierced, the terrible force seems to collapse and collapse around.

"Kill!" The bloody sword trembled and moved with Lin Feng's body. The endless blood colored sword shadow covered the sky and blocked the sun. The crowd could not even see where the sword was. Only the endless and terrible sword awn could be seen. All the shadows in the world were sword shadows.

"Fierce, who said Lin Feng had no power to fight." The eyes of the crowd stare at the endless sword shadow. Kendo will is the fifth, terrible.

"Get out of here

A roar of terror rolled out, and the sky seemed to be shaking. The sky turned upside down. The endless swords were finally annihilated. Only a piece of sword admiration was broken.

"The thirteenth sword!"

A solemn voice came out from the space, and then the crowd saw a little bloody sword blooming in the void, strange and terrible.

With the hissing sound coming out, the crowd finally disappeared in the trembling space and the endless swords. Finally, the space returned to calm and completely quieted down.

Emperor Mausoleum's head slightly low, stretched out his hand, touched the position of his lungs, blood dyed his hands red, it was so dazzling.

Seeing the blood, the pupils of the crowd were all frozen. They were injured. Emperor mausoleum, under the 13th sword of linfengyin Blood Sword, was injured.

Looking up, Emperor Ling looks at Lin Feng, as if still some can't believe.

"You hurt me?" A slight voice from the mouth of Emperor Ling, Lin Feng, that sword actually hurt him.

"It's just beyond one's ability to shake a tree." Lin Feng spoke faintly, and his voice was full of endless sarcasm. This was said by Emperor Ling, but Lin Feng also sighed in his heart. The strength of the imperial mausoleum was terrible. The last sword of the thirteen swords of drinking blood, with the five strength of the sword's will, only hurt him.

"Repent." Heaven looked up, the power of blood again crazy up, his breath, crazy climb, reached the top of the nine levels of the Xuanwu realm, the top of the Xuanwu realm.

When the breath of climbing stopped, the imperial mausoleum step by step, the roaring sound came out, as if to make the heaven tremble for it, that terrible oppressive force of heaven and earth, more and more terrible.

"Confession, I never know what confession is."

Lin Feng is holding the sword of drinking blood. His eyes are calm. A breath of terror blooms from his body. His breath, like the imperial mausoleum, is climbing.

"Boom

Terrible power seems to break through the shackles, basaltic realm, eight!

Lin Feng, eight times of Xuanwu!

The crowd only felt that the heart was severely hit. It was too shocking. Eight times of cultivation in Xuanwu, five levels of Kendo will, Lin Feng at the moment, is the complete Lin Feng!