God Of Martial Arts

The silver storm became more and more terrible. The whole void where Qiu junluo and Lin Feng stood was covered by the storm, and the endless silver awns poured continuously into the silver rain all over the sky.

"Not qualified?" Qiu junluo sneered: "destroy it."

The voice falls, silver wings block out the sky, the blood force of terror roars again, like the roar of the ocean.

In the void, there are two huge illusory wings, covering the sky and the earth. Suddenly, the storm shakes the heaven and earth.

"Hiss, hisses, hisses" one after another sharp shrill sound spreads out, the crowd's body unceasingly back flickers, in unceasingly retreats.

Even though they were far away from each other, the sharp air still stung their bodies. The silver light was staring at the ground, shooting holes and holes in the ground. You can imagine how terrible the destruction power is in the center of the terrible silver storm.

Looking up, they all looked at the silver storm in the void. It was so terrible that the sky and the earth roared and the storm tore everything apart. They could not even see the shadow of Qiu junluo and Lin Feng. The silver storm seemed to turn into a whirlpool to involve everything and destroy it.

In the middle of the storm, Qiu junluo's wings were waving, and he stood in the void with incomparable pride. Looking at Lin Feng in the snow road, he looked indifferent and contemptuous.

"I see when you can hold on to your life. I must do it today." Qiu Jun falls cold spit out a voice, Lin Feng, must die today.

Standing in the snow road, Lin Feng was shocked to see the terrible storm, which still destroyed the space. The strength of the disciples of the big family was really strong. He should be a descendant of the lineal lineage of the venerable one like master Tianlin. He inherited the terrible blood power, which made the blood and soul extremely terrible. In his anger, the heaven and earth changed color.

Moreover, compared with the Tianlin childe of tianwu triple realm, Qiu junluo's strength is more terrifying, and his accomplishments are five levels of tianwu realm.

"Although Yang Zilan is a villain, he has the blood of the Yang family, and he is a man. There should have been a lot of women. There should be a lot of blood power in her body. I'm afraid the means are very powerful." When Lin Feng saw Qiu junluo's strength, he immediately thought of other people, as well as Xuanyuan's son, who became the first disciple in tianwu territory when Emperor Shi and Emperor Yu recruited Emperor Wu's disciples. He had the blood of the emperor. I don't know how terrible he would be. I'm afraid that killing people at the same level is as easy as stepping on a mole ant.

"It's a pity that you will lose my life." Lin Feng also spits out a voice coldly, the eye son of monster stares at Qiu Jun to fall.

"Really, silver wing, kill!" Qiu junluo coldly spits out a voice. All of a sudden, the illusory silver wings in the void sweep out. With the silver storm, Lin Feng cuts to Lin Feng. At this moment, Lin Feng feels that the snow road in the void is shaking. When the strength is strong to a certain extent, even if he has the strength of the void, he will be shaken.

"A poor monk like you will never understand the power of blood. Even if you practice some powerful means, you will still find that you are just standing at the bottom of the martial arts road. Occasionally, you will look up and find that there are still too many people to look up to. You are a humble existence."

Qiu junluo's voice is quiet, as if to shake the heart of Lin Feng.

However, Lin Feng's face only showed a shallow smile. His inner strength was easily shaken by Qiu junluo. On the way of climbing Wudao, everyone needed to look up, but the higher he went, the fewer people needed to look up to, and the more people he could overlook.

Just like him in the past, a Xuanwu mole ant, even standing in the imperial city of the snow moon Kingdom, many people need to raise their heads. But later, he can stand at the top of the place, overlooking the whole snow moon. This is the process of gradual transformation and strength, and people are constantly changing and constantly sublimating.

"I need to look up to a lot of people, but at least, of those people, there will never be you." Lin Feng said coldly and calmly looked at Qiu junluo: "I have never been suppressed by people of the same level since I entered the martial arts road. I have never been suppressed by people of the same level. I have always been a challenge. But you, with the strength of the five levels of tianwu territory, plus the strong blood and spirit to suppress me, have no capital to boast about. If I am in the same realm as you, I will Even if the enemy is not in my eyes, it will not be in your eyes

When Lin Feng spoke, his mind moved. On the empty snow road, a sword floated out of his body.

The moment the sword appeared, a beam of light huff and puff, as if to break through the void snow road, a little starlight swaying on the sword, even in the silver storm package, still appears so dazzling.

"What a treasure!" Qiu junluo's face was frozen. He stared at Lin Feng's sword. Because of the empty snow road, he couldn't feel the power of the sword. But just looking at the brilliance of the sword, he seemed to be able to feel the horror of the sword.

When Lin Feng fought with him just now, he used three stone tablets to seal demons. Then he was shocked by a mountain stone. It seems that there are many powerful treasures on his body. At this moment, there is a sword."Take it Lin Feng's heart moved, the void magic convergence, the void snow road disappeared, Lin Feng's body, really appeared in the center of the storm, however, the sword across there, the silver storm seems to be static down, that huff and puff of sword shining on a void, there, no silver can invade.

"What a terrible sword!"

Qiu junluo's expression was slightly stiff, and his eyes were fixed on Lin Feng. How could this happen? Lin Feng had a sword in his hand, and could not even invade the silver storm.

"Kill me!"

The illusory huge wings swayed and moved, and the terrifying force of the storm came into full bloom. All of them were hanged towards Lin Feng.

At this time, Lin Feng stood there quietly. Qichong's sword spirit was released. His palms trembled slightly. Tianji sword gave out a buzz. Suddenly, the surrounding was quiet again. The terrible silver light was fixed there. The light reflected by Tianji sword could not be invaded.

Qiu junluo's expression is stiff there. How can it be like this? What sword is this? How can it be so terrible?

Lin Feng, how can he have such a powerful treasure.

"Do you want to use foreign things again?" His face was cold and sarcastic, and Qiu Jun was born with a sense of unhappiness.

"There are many ways to deal with you. However, you, a man of the five levels of heaven and martial arts, use blood power to fight with me. I don't need to respect you at all. You are not qualified!" Lin Feng responded indifferently, the sword in his hand moved slightly. In an instant, a flash of extinguished light bloomed out, and the silver awns around were all ground to pieces.

"Kill!"

Qiu Jun Luosen coldly spits out a voice. The terrible blood force is roaring. The silver wings expand again and cut towards Lin Feng. The light of a sharp and boundless feather fan cuts at Lin Feng. The silver ray of terror is more sharp.

At the same time, Lin Feng's Tianji sword also slowly waved up, and the random dancing seemed to contain a terrible mysterious meaning, containing the meaning of holy grain.

"Hiss, hisses!" With the dancing of Tianji sword, a gorgeous arc blooms. Where the arc passes, all the silver light is twisted into it and destroyed.

At this time, the eyes of the crowd outside are still tightly staring at this terrible silver storm. At the moment, they are wondering whether Lin Feng has been destroyed or killed.

Such a severe storm, even with some powerful means, I am afraid that Lin Feng has been killed by Qiu junluo at the moment.

"How can the storm continue? Has Qiu junluo not killed him yet? Only half a column of incense is left." Jiang Ning frowned and looked at the roaring storm. Even if he was involved in it, he would be killed by Qiu junluo. He didn't believe that Lin Feng was a man of tianwu and could still walk out alive.

Jiang Ning didn't believe it, and others didn't believe it. They all waited to see Lin Feng's body, so that he would dare to be so arrogant and reckless!