Peerless Martial God 2

Lin Feng sneered a smile, and his eyes fell on Jin Shengjun's body, faintly asked.

Suddenly, everyone exclaimed, and Jin Shengjun was also shocked.

Gambling? Crazy gambling, they are all gods, they will cherish their lives more, especially after cultivation, they have experienced countless hardships and life and death before they are mixed into the present, so they are even more afraid of death.

Death is even more terrible for the current military.

Jin Shengjun was silent, although he was not afraid of how strong Lin Feng could be, but if there was an accident, he could not explain to the temple.

"Don't dare? Don't you dare to ask for a test? What does it mean to win or lose?"

Seeing Jin Shengjun not speaking, Lin Feng smiles more and more sarcasm, so many Shenzong disciples feel happy, have been humiliated by them, and now they can finally humiliate them.

"Don't dare, just roll!!".

All the disciples of the gods are screaming in unison, and the momentum is so vast that many of the faces of the spiritual temples become difficult to look.

Lin Feng’s crazy thoughts directly led to the passiveness of the situation.

"Gambling is a gamble, I dare!".

Just when Jin Shengjun was silent, the cold noodle stood up again. He didn't believe he would lose the game, and he didn't believe he would die, so he stood up.

Jin Shengjun wanted to stop the cold-faced Son, but after careful thought, he did not speak.

There is no turning arrow in the opening of the bow. Since it has been decided to humiliate the temple of the gods, it cannot be abandoned halfway, even if it is the loss of a saint.

"War." Jin Shengjun broke his drink, and the cold face of the Son immediately jumped up and went straight to Lin Feng. The hand held the axe of the Emperor's level tightly in his hand. The weapon's momentum was strong, and it had already overwhelmed the momentum of the cold face.

"Lin Feng, I am the Emperor here, you go."

The purple sword lord fears that Lin Feng will suffer losses on the weapons. If he does not use the gods, he will definitely reduce his strength by 30%. Therefore, the purple sword lord is ready to hand over the purple sword he used to Lin Feng. This is a lower-level **** device to deal with cold. The axe of the Son is enough. 77nt.Com

The face of the cold face is sinking. If Lin Feng has the Emperor, the strength will increase a lot, but even then, the cold-faced Son does not think that Lin Feng has any reason to win.

Only everyone did not think that Lin Feng did not choose to take over the purple sword in the hands of the Purple Sword Master, but took out his own sword of dominance.

"You don't need the Emperor, kill you like you!!" Lin Feng screamed, the sword was driving straight, and the speed at the foot was very fast. Just like walking on the star compass, Lin Feng thought of the sentiment gained in the tomb of the gods and applied it to the battle.

I only observed the battle between the cold-faced Son and Moda, and found that the cold-faced Sons won the Moda with four or two pounds of strength, and by the energy of the Emperor itself, Lin Feng used the ghostly pace. Try to reduce the role of the Emperor.

Lin Feng’s pace really affected the judgment of the cold-faced Son. The axe attacked several times and failed to accurately hit Lin Feng. Instead, Lin Feng’s long sword stabbed, and the cold-faced son had to evade.

Lin Feng’s left foot is a cross, and the long sword goes straight to the cold face of the holy son. The sword of the ruler carries a strong kendo meaning. The domineering and sharp momentum sweeps across the entire battle platform, allowing countless people to exclaim. Look at the battle between Lin Feng and the cold-faced Son.

At this time, Mada’s face was sinister. He played against the cold-faced Son, and he lost only three strokes. However, Lin Feng’s current momentum is not like a defeated one, and he also did not use the Emperor. Let Moda feel that her face is burning.

"Lin Feng, for the time being, let you see the power of the Emperor, and want to defeat me without the Emperor, you are too naive, drink."

After the cold-faced Son escaped Lin Feng’s sword, the body blew back a hundred meters, and then the footsteps stepped, the whole person turned into a streamer and flew straight to the sky, and the giant axe in his hand turned into a roll of magic dragon hurricane roaring, the whole On the battle platform, it instantly became the glare of the axe, and the axe went straight to the chest of Lin Feng.

The speed is just in the blink of an eye. Lin Feng feels that the gods are under pressure. This feeling is like facing a big sacred emperor. The gods are really powerful, and a **** device can reach the sacred emperor. Deadly killing.

But now that he has no worries, the taboo body has been revealed in front of everyone, then naturally it is necessary to use the power of taboos, Lin Feng has a great dependence on the power of taboos, but the power of taboos is not the best attack power. ?

Lin Feng screamed, throwing the sword of the ruler high, and the white long sword turned into a sword light and flew into the sky. Lin Feng stepped on the footsteps, and the left hand slammed it out. The power of taboos broke out.

Booming...

It is like a thunder roar, or the sound of the earth's collapse, the whole battle against the top of the battlefield, seems to be able to strangle a **** in an instant.

"The power of taboos, go!". Lin Feng broke a sigh, and the power of taboos was instilled on the sword of the dominance. The instant sword exudes an invincible edge. The blink of an eye passes over the sky and goes straight to the cold face.

The face of the cold face is yinjun, scorning Lin Feng, and then the arms are swaying, the giant axe on the top of the head slams and runs away from the sword of the ruler.

Two shocking weapons collided at this moment, and the sword of the dominating sword with the power of taboos was not lost to the giant axe.

The two equally horrible momentums collided with each other, the world was eclipsed, the earth collapsed, and the mountains were violently shaken. Several guests on the high platform flew up and resisted with their own vitality.

The disciples of the Shenzong under the stage were all shocked. A force of irresistible energy rushed directly over them. All of them were pale and desperately resisted with strength, but they were only a leaf boat in the sea. It didn’t work, and it was instantly overwhelmed by the huge shock.

Fan Tianqi suddenly changed his face, and he couldn’t think about it. He went straight to the top of the platform and slammed it into a barrier to resist the two weapons.

"Haha, Scorpio, you and me, I will fight, haha."

It was just at this moment that Jin Shengjun’s arrogant laughter, stepping out in one step, went straight to Fan Tianyi, and the latter suddenly became angry.

"Do not leave, drink in the temple of your spiritual realm!" Fan Tianqi screamed, his footsteps collapsed, and went straight to Jin Shengjun. Jin Shengjun’s face suddenly became dignified and fought with Fan Tianqi.

The face of the Iron Face was gloomy and cold, and he punched out and went straight to the crowd below the high platform. He attacked the Shenzong disciples with the energy of two weapons.

"you dare!".

The emperor screamed, and a slap in the face, the horrible supreme gods instantly slammed the iron-faced saint, and the iron-faced saint flew out for a full kilometer before stopping, but it was not seriously injured, so that the emperor’s face suddenly faded. One sinks.

"Magic!".

The iron-faced saints sighed and sighed, and their arms swayed. Everyone felt the power of a powerful magical road swept open. The iron-faced sacred son turned red instantly, and it was a horrible magical spirit. At the time, everyone is watching the strength of the Iron Man's Son ~www.readwn.com~ can not help but be shocked.

Dacheng Holy Emperor! !

After the devil, the Iron Face Son has the strength of the great emperor? It’s terrible.

The emperor’s face was gloomy, and the Iron Face did not speak. He directly attacked, and the Emperor and the Iron Face also fought together.

"All the people in the spiritual sanctuary will destroy me. How many people can kill if they kill? Come out!".

Jin Shengjun screamed and sipped at the crowd. In an instant, Lin Feng saw dozens of figures from the crowd. The strongest ones had Xiaocheng Shenghuang, and the weakest was the half-step Shenghuang.

Conspiracy, this is lurking, waiting for the current conspiracy, today's World War I, regardless of winning or losing, will inevitably bring a reputational loss to the Temple of God.

Lin Feng regained his gaze, his left hand waved, the sword of the ruler was in his hand, and then the shadow disappeared suddenly in the same place. The face of the cold face changed, looking left and right, walking cautiously, looking for Lin Feng's figure.

"Since gambling, your life is closed!".