God Of Martial Arts

Huangfulong's mouth was still open, and the snowflakes danced wildly, turning into whirlpools, and madly penetrated into his body. A moment later, there was a shadow of a dragon on huangfulong's body.

"Huangfu dragon, dragon shadow!" The pupils of the crowd were all constricted. It seems that they all misunderstood this crazy young man. Although he seems abnormal, he is always so confident and free and easy. He wants to marry Tianchi snow as his wife.

The shadow of the unreal snow dragon was attached to him, which covered the whole body of huangfulong with a layer of snow. There was a faint dragon Qi released from his body, but the spirit was very cold.

This dragon is a wild snow dragon.

"Snow dragon fist."

"Roar!"

Huangfu's dragon body shape leaps, suddenly a terror, as if from the wildness of power bloom, extremely terrible, fists with snow dragon, meaning with dragon chant, air with snow cold.

Snow Dragon clawed at the middle-aged Hunter directly. The wild breath seemed to tear him off.

"Stop for me." The hunter drank and slapped his hands out. All of a sudden, the space around him seemed to turn into snow and fell on the wild snow dragon.

"Roar!" The snow dragon roared and tore the snow barrier out of the illusion, and continued to buckle the hunter's head to tear him.

"Good." His head slightly tilted, and a terrible chill of snow bloomed on the hunter. In an instant, Huangfu dragon's body was frozen to death, and Xuelong's power was also slightly reduced.

"Out." The hunter vomited out the word, and the snow on the snow dragon disappeared and melted. After a moment, the snow dragon completely disappeared and disappeared.

"Yes, it almost forced me out." The middle-aged man nodded to huangfulong, and his eyes flashed with a look of thinking. He was thinking about which strong man in the snow mountain was suitable to guide huangfulong. This guy has the breath of ancient barbarism, and I don't know where he is from.

"Master, do you think I can practice with my future wife?" Huangfulong touched his head in a simple and honest way. He didn't have the savage spirit just now.

"Your future wife?" The hunter was stunned.

"Cough!" Tianchi snow coughed and his face changed. This bastard.

"Well, tianchixue, my future wife, I want to practice with her." Huangfulong giggled and let Tianchi snow have the impulse to spit blood. His eyes coldly stare at huangfulong, hateful.

"Ha ha, good, good, as you wish, you follow Xiaoxue." The middle-aged hearty smile way, also was amused by this guy, when Tianchi snow becomes his future wife, how even they Tianchi snow mountain people don't know?

This huangfulong is interesting, and he is happy to make this guy. As for whether he can catch up with Tianchi snow, it depends on huangfulong's ability.

"Thank you, master." Huangfulong was very excited. He turned around and took a look at the snow in the Tianchi Lake, which almost collapsed.

The hunter's eyes finally fell on Lin Feng and Tang youyou's body and said: "she seems not suitable for the examination."

"Well, I'm going to be assessed by myself and let her join me. What do you think of it?" Lin Feng said.

"No problem. Come on." The middle-aged nodded to Lin Feng. Among these people, Lin Feng's cultivation was not good, but he was the coldest one. He seemed to have a temperament of no entry for strangers.

I don't know how strong Lin Feng is.

Lin Feng stood up and stepped out slowly, but his gentle step seemed to have a heavy feeling, which made his middle-aged eyebrows pick. Lin Feng's temperament was different from other people's, heavy and sad, as if it might burst out at any time.

"Just like them, attack me with your strongest means." The hunter emphasized to Lin Feng.

"Good." Lin Feng nodded, a sword chant, the Blood Sword scabbard, a bloodthirsty gas, blooming in the snow, killing, cold, Blood Sword with a trace of blood shining, as if there are souls crying in it, blood on the sword, do not know how many people's blood.

This time, in order to get a strong teacher to guide the practice, Lin Feng will naturally do his best, so the blood sword is out of its sheath.

The breath of the whole space became serious at the moment when the sword was drawn out of the scabbard. Lin Feng didn't regard it as an assessment, but a fight between life and death.

Only in this way, can he really go all out from the body and heart, and use the strongest strength. If it is only regarded as an assessment, he can not give out the strongest strength.

The hunter raised his eyebrows. At the moment, he found that he was not like a hunter. Lin Feng was more like a hunter. He was holding the sword of drinking blood. He nodded secretly in his heart. He was not different from others. He did not regard it as an assessment, but faced the enemy.

That pair of cold pupil, is so cold, stare at him all over uncomfortable.

The terror of sword Qi began to rage in the void, frantically wringing, the crowd only felt slightly tight, breathing became dignified, Kendo will, crazy climbing."One, two and five Kendo will." The pupils of the crowd trembled fiercely. It turns out that Lin Feng, who has a five fold sword will, is a terrible sword.

A black flame was swirling around the bloody sword, and the flame, with a ray of black color, the color of destruction.

Lin Feng's whole person also turned into a sword. When man and sword, will and sword, man is the sword.

"Kill!"

Finally, Lin Feng's mouth spits out a sound, the sword spirit is raging, the wind rises nine days, Lin Feng's body disappears from the original place, like a sword of blood stabbed out towards the middle-aged.

The pupil of middle-aged fierce a burst of contraction, good fast speed, the will of the wind.

There are also five levels of Kendo will, good young man.

"Snow!" The middle-aged roared, and the rolling snow gathered wildly and resisted in front. However, under the bloody sword, it was penetrated in an instant, and the black flame melted the snow. The sword did not seem to be affected at all. It was still moving forward. Fast, this sword is too fast.

His body slipped, and his middle-aged steps retreated. For the first time, Lin Feng's sword was too fast and fierce, so he could not retreat.

"Stop for me." The terrible power of Zhenyuan is released. The real yuan of snow is cold and frozen. Frost is attached to the Blood Sword instantly.

"Hiss" Lin Feng's sword crossed, the flame burst out his destructive power, the snow melted again, Lin Feng's body whirled, like the wind's body twinkled again, it was a sword cut out, the glory of blood is so bright.

Lin Feng is not assessing, he is fighting.

"The will of fire." The middle-aged said in a low voice, his eyes were more and more surprised, and the old man standing not far away also showed a smile. He seemed to have foreseen the scene. The hunter is the gatekeeper and knows the strong man of Tianchi very well. Many of the talented young people who enter Tianchi are trained and supervised by him, and then sent to the most suitable person for guidance.

Although his strength is not too strong, but his vision is fierce. He has been guarding this important checkpoint for Tianchi. He has seen countless talents. But today, he is quite satisfied with several of them.

"Interesting." The palm of your hand is taken out towards the sky. The power of the will of snow is released. A breath of snow rushes toward the sword and Lin Feng. The Blood Sword Ning and Lin Feng are covered with frost and snow, and their hands are frozen.

"Go back A force pushes toward Lin Feng's blood sword, and a wisp of smile appears in the middle-aged mouth.

"Broken!" The magic power of jiuzhuan Buddha bloomed, and the frost and snow on his body were blown off.

"Kill!" Lin Feng angrily drinks, the murderous spirit is strong, the blood sword is releasing the terrible glory of blood, as if to kill the middle-aged.

"Well?" The eyes of middle-aged one congealed, the body seems to melt into the snow, float and retreat, Lin Feng's sword cut in the empty place.

"The wind blows Lin Feng's body is like a shadow, and the spirit of killing is rolling.

The eyes of the middle-aged twinkled with fine awn, and the hands were all covered with ice and snow. Suddenly, they closed and clamped the blood swords in their palms.

"Let go." The middle-aged drank a sound. The horrible snow frozen Lin Feng's sword and hands. The palm of his hand whirled fiercely, and he wanted to give up Lin Feng's sword.

Lin Feng's hand did not release, and the man also rotated with the sword. The terrible flame will bloom again, melting a trace of ice and snow.

"Kill!" The sound of rolling roar spewed out, and a terrible sword awn spewed out from the blood sword, and came to the hunter in an instant.

The hunter's pupils contracted violently, his body fluttered to the side, and his sword passed by.

"Go." All the forces of terror poured out, and Lin Feng's body was violently shaken back. The hunter stretched out his hand and clasped the black hair that fell slowly with the snowflakes in his palm.

Looking at that wisp of black hair, the middle-aged looked up at Lin Feng, the sword is still in Lin Feng's hand, sword repair, sword in, people in.

Just looking at the indifferent young man, a brilliant smile suddenly appeared on his middle-aged face. This is Wu Xiu, the martial monk he wants to look for!