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The sword is black and inky, and it contains endless killing and death.

In the face of this sword, Lin Feng seems to face the blood of the corpse.

He looked in the direction of the sword, and he saw a middle-aged man with a strong body and a strong body standing quietly at the forefront of the battle of the gods, as if the tip of the sword was the sharpest and the most murderous. The whole person reveals an unrivaled power conception.

"Evil?" Lin Feng's brow slightly wrinkled, between the electric and the Flint, the twenty-four days of the Luohan array has been laid, the Buddha's Sanskrit sounds great, Lin Feng is in the middle.

Without hesitation, the three flames of the arhats rose to the top of the head, and the infinite fire of the sea revealed the unmistakable king's body, and issued a bunch of ignorant Ming Wang anger, and cut the black sword in the middle.

The milky white flames seem to be weak, but they are invincible, and the black swords are burned out in an instant.

Although the swordsman disappeared, but the heavy killings and deaths did not linger for a long time, turned into black smoke, hovering in front of Lin Feng.

The evil movements in front of the army battlefield did not move, but the eyebrows gently picked: "Do not move the wrath of the King of the Ming Dynasty? Relics? Daleiyin Temple thief?"

Even asked three times, but did not need Lin Feng to answer, the face of the evil suddenly showed a smile: "That will die."

Said, the evil suddenly stepped forward, the next moment disappeared in place.

Lin Feng’s heart sounded the highest level of alarm, and the whole body was erected.

Behind him, a dark black sword light like a awning, quietly into the Buddha's light burst, unimpeded in the golden light fog, like a fish, flying quickly to Lin Feng's heart.

Although Jianguang is small and has a needle-pointed awning, this sword can hit Lin Feng from the flesh to the soul in an instant, and all of them are clean and clean, without a little living!

Although Buddha Light could not block Jianguang, he let Lin Feng know that someone had attacked himself from behind.

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Under this sword, there is no way to go to heaven, there is no door to the ground, all living paths are sealed, and only the hand is waiting, and the sword is taken.

The ancient swordsmanship of the gods and gates of the gods, the anti-theft sword!

There is always a line of life between heaven and earth. It is said that the number of Da Yan is forty-nine.

But killing the sword of the gods, forcing against the sky, destroying all vitality, breaking the line, is the sword of loneliness, hence the name of the sword!

Lin Feng's brows are wrinkled. Although he is not surprised, his head is empty and the sea is not moving. The law of the king is broken. "I am compassionate, and I am angry, and I am infinitely angry, destroying the demon, burning everything!"

With this sound, the milky white immortal king anger fired from the eyebrows of the Ming Wang Fa, and turned into a bonfire, covering Lin Feng.

Lin Feng’s body suddenly stopped, and the black Jianguang had already caught up. He was stabbing in his vest position, but he was blocked by Lin Feng’s inactive Ming Wang’s anger.

Lin Feng said coldly: "This time I caught you." The original King, who was like a shield, blocked the whole body and quickly rushed to the vest position, and fully defended the evil spirit.

After the black sword light touched the milky white flame, it exploded and turned into a black rainmang, like a rainstorm.

Endless swords and seas, as if to flood Lin Feng, and then completely shredded.

The anger of the King did not move the opponent's offensive, but Lin Feng couldn't easily get up, and the sense of crisis became stronger.

The evil figure rises slowly from the infinite sword and the sea, and he step by step toward Lin Feng, who will almost freeze Lin Feng.

"It turned out to be a small ant during the training period. I was lucky enough to get the Buddha's relics into a ritual." The evil look calmly said: "Okay, now, praise me, or I will kill you."

Lin Feng eyebrows twisted: "Like you, your brain is not sick?"

"Of course not." The evil said very seriously: "I am going to repair the ancient murder. Only killing can improve the cultivation, so I keep killing people. I killed too many people. At the end, I was numb and confused. ,tired."

"Only after killing people, I get the praise of others, I feel that killing has regained meaning, so now, praise me!"

Lin Feng snorted: "It turns out that your brain is really sick. It’s wrong with you."

Evil shook his head: "I don't want to, then you can die."

The voice did not fall, and the long sword in the evil waist finally came out of the sheath and stabbed Lin Feng.

The emptiness of the air in the void, the black sword light disappeared at this moment, all gathered on the evil sword, killing Lin Fengmei.

In front of Lin Feng’s eyes, the tiny tip of the sword filled the entire field of vision and became almost infinite.

The tip of the rice grain is the whole world in this moment, and nothing else can be left. Only this sword.

No way to retreat, nowhere to escape!

Lin Feng smiled stunnedly, and the anger of the King was originally an aggressive supernatural power. It was used to defend against complete waste. In the face of this evil sword, Lin Feng simply did not defend himself, and all of them did not move the anger and attacked the evil.

If the evil is not seen, it is a sword that stabs Lin Feng's eyebrows.

Even if he was killed by the ignorance of the King, he must first stab Lin Feng with a sword!

The road to lore, only attack and defend, do not leave a line of life for the enemy, and do not leave a line for yourself, not if you die or I die, this is the sword!

Go against the sky and cut off all life!

Lin Feng’s face has finally changed. He can clearly judge that the evil sword is faster than his own immortal anger.

The two sides live and die, and the result must be that they are first smashed by this type of sword.

At a critical juncture, Lin Feng is more calm, and his heart communicates with the 24th Heaven and Earth, while his own mana is transformed into the Tibetan Scriptures by the unmoving Ming Dynasty.

The twenty-four relics of the cloth formation method are the remains of the great Leiyin Temple Buddhist monks. These Buddhist monks can have three people practicing and not moving the Ming Dynasty, so Lin Feng uses these three relics as The core, the display of the Ming Wang anger.

Now, under the guise of Lin Feng's collection of real scriptures, in the twenty-four Luohan Guangying, there was a Luohan light and shadow reacted.

The other twenty-three Luohan light and shadow at the same time sang the Buddha's number, all turned into golden Buddha light, and rushed to the Luohan light and shadow, into his body.

This golden light rohan is full of brilliance, the light is not glaring, but the dark yellow is as thick as the earth.

The shape of Jinguang Luohan gradually changed, turning into a left-handed orb, a right-handed stick, and a bodhisattva sitting on the lotus.

Dizang Bodhisattva!

"Hell is not empty, swears not to become a Buddha, all sentient beings are exhausted, and the evidence is Bodhi."

The distant Zen sound seems to come from the sky, as if it comes from the nine ghosts.

The same Tibetan Lin Bodhisattva has the same body and is transformed into a golden body.

The golden body of the earth!

Lin Feng has just formed a golden body, and he sees that the evil sword tip is only three inches away from his eyebrows. He kills the sky, and the coldness of the sword body freezes Lin Feng's whole body up and down, and the movement is not allowed. The situation is extremely dangerous.

"Hey!" A crackling sound, the evil sword has been killed in Lin Feng's eyebrows, but failed to penetrate, was blocked by Lin Feng's gold body.

Although Lin Feng's eyebrows are stinging, the powerful force stabbed his brain almost chaotic, but in the face of evil, this is a sword, Lin Feng defended against the golden body.

The whole process is a thousand!

The evil spirit is not a sword, and the figure is completely transformed into a phantom. Around the body of Lin Feng, the moment is the assassination of thousands of swords. All the key parts of Lin Feng have been stabbed one by one.

As the top defensive magical power of the famous Leiyin Temple in the past, the golden sacred body has withstood the test, and it is hard to break the hard sword.

"In addition to not ignoring the wrath of the King, is there still a golden body?" The evil wrinkled his eyebrows and suddenly retreated after taking the sword. The figure flashed and it had already fallen back to the front of the army.

Lin Feng did not relax, but became more vigilant. In front of this murderous madman, he would never say anything about retreat. Abnormal behavior often means more fierce and brutal offensive.

In the first step of the evil swords that fell in front of the battlefield, the whole man and the martial arts of the three thousand gods and martial arts monks were melted into one furnace, and the murderous sky was soaring, almost sweeping the whole world.

Seeing this scene, Lin Feng suddenly flashed some information about the Shenwu army.

"Not good, it is the **** martial arts fairy tales!"