Peerless Martial God

"I will do it myself!"

Lin Feng’s overbearing voice trembled in space, allowing the eyes of the crowd to solidify.

do it yourself? Lin Feng, he wants to rely on the strength of Lingwujing eight to deal with the strong existence of Xuanwujing?

is it possible?

However, at this time, Lin Feng, his eyes are sharp and sharp, and he is arrogant and arrogant. He is not like laughing, he can't laugh at this time.

Dreams and old fires, to deal with the glaciers and Mo Zhen, the remaining bald masters of this basaltic strong, must be someone to deal with, he Lin Feng, in any case, have to fight, inevitably.

The battle also has to fight, not to fight but also to fight, this is Lin Feng must face.

"The battle of the strong Xuanwu strong!" The crowd whispered in their eyes, the look of hope in the eyes, and Lin Feng and Xuan Wujing's bald master, who can win?

However, they are obviously more optimistic about the bald master, thinking that Lin Feng is helpless and is forced to fight.

Lin Feng, he is a genius, talent is higher, but how can it be compared with the strong existence of Xuanwujing, Lin Feng, there is no possibility of victory, but the collision of the other two strong, more worth seeing.

The bald master heard Lin Feng’s words, his eyes flashed a chilly color, Lin Feng himself came? This is a shame to him, a spirited person who dared to say war with him.

"How long does it take to kill him?"

Mo Yan looked at the bald master, and Sen cold asked. In his opinion, Lin Feng, how could he deal with the bald master and find death.

The bald lord’s eyes flashed and he immediately said, “If no one else is involved, I will kill him within ten strokes.”

Ten strokes, it is already his conservative estimate, and he will not be able to kill a person who is in a spiritual environment.

"Okay, I look at it, within ten strokes, if you can't kill him, hehe..."

Mo Zhen Yinsen's cold snoring, let the bald master tremble inside, the eyes flashed a thick killing, ten strokes, must Lin Feng die, otherwise, angered Mo Zhen, he was miserable .

To Mo Zhen, he is really scared. More than a year ago, Mo Zhen alone, alone into the vulture Fort, that is the end of the vulture Fort, he can not forget that night.

The smell of a mad tyrant blooms in the space, sharp and sharp, and the sound of sharp screams is heard. Behind the bald lord, there is a suspended virtual shadow.

This illusory atmosphere is full of anger, but it is a monster, the eagle's monster, double-eyed, sharp like a knife, staring at Lin Feng.

"Ten tricks, I must have killed him." The owner of the bald bucks said, in order to ensure that no accidents, his martial arts, released in the first time, must kill Lin Feng.

Mo Xiao smiled, stepping on a footstep, a strong suffocating force to firmly cover the fire, let the old body of the fire be stiff, staring at Mo Zhen, unable to distract.

Similarly, the glaciers of the glaciers also bloom with snow and ice, and there are frost and snow generals between the heavens and the earth, floating in the space, the temperature of the whole space is also falling, so cold.

The two of them, the old man and the dream are restricted, ready to let everyone look at the bald master to kill Lin Feng.

Within ten strokes, kill Lin Feng.

"Ten tricks!" Lin Feng's eyes are no longer sharp, but calm, incomparably calm, heaven and man, he has nothing to interfere with his state of mind, surrounded by grass and trees, a glimpse of the crowd A smile, all branded in his mind, is so clear, this is his world.

"boom!"

The bald master slammed into the ground, and the earth cracked open. His figure vacated, and the big knife in his hand was lifted, and he was extremely overbearing.

The sound of an eagle's whistling sounded, the body of the bald bunker suddenly reversed straight down, the rising body stopped hard, and then turned into a beam of light rushed to Lin Feng, the eagle hit the sky, so fast that people did not respond.

"Good insidious, good deceit!"

The crowd’s eyes trembled, and the former action of the bald master made others mistakenly think that he was preparing for a hegemonic blow and winning with strength. But in the next moment, he turned his strength into speed, but he did not save his strength to the strongest. Under the air, I wanted Lin Feng to be killed if he didn't react.

However, this is just a joke for Lin Feng, who is in harmony with nature.

Unless it is absolutely fast, by conspiracy, it is impossible to count him, the trajectory of the bald master's flashing is clearly presented in his mind.

The body is like the catkins in the wind, softly flashing, a loud bang, long knife squatting on the ground, there is a long crack, but Lin Feng, already a few meters away, his eyes are still indifferent.

"one move!"

In Lin Feng’s mouth, an indifferent voice spit out, letting everyone’s eyes condense, Lin Feng, taking the initiative to count.

The bald master trembled, looked up, staring at Lin Feng coldly, so keenly responsive, and fast.

Step by step, the body of the bald bunker is saved like an eagle. It is extremely fast, and the knife is directed toward Lin Feng. Every knife and light is so fierce. The power of the real yuan is swallowed in the long knife.

"Two strokes, three strokes, four strokes, five strokes..."

Lin Feng’s body flickered and moved. Every time he brushed from his side, he couldn’t touch his body every time. What’s even more shocking is that Lin Feng, while hiding, counts!

Accompanied by a loud bang, the big knife was inserted on the ground, and Lin Feng’s light spirit escaped. At this time, the sixth stroke has passed.

"Good horrible dodge!"

Just now, five consecutive strikes, the attack of the Fortress was so fierce and fierce, but Lin Feng, but it was so precise that it did not hurt him. This method is too abnormal, and it is so subtle.

"Six strokes."

Everyone's eyes are a condensation, although Lin Feng is dodging, but after all, after these six strokes, the bald master, has not encountered Lin Feng, let alone kill Lin Feng.

Ten strokes, only four strokes left.

The main eye of the bald bunk was condensed there, staring at Lin Feng, not paying attention to the big knife that was inserted on the ground. On his body, a golden brilliance was flowing, and the sharp force of the real yuan seemed to Get through.

At this moment, he has realized that Lin Feng is not fast, but consciousness, too horrible.

It seems that everything is controlled by his consciousness. It seems to be a random flash, but with an incomparable mystery. Although his attack is strong, he does not even have a place to play. He can't touch Lin Feng.

"Oh!"

A sharp and eagle whistling sound trembled the eardrum of the crowd, and the body of the bald lord moved again, turning into a golden streamer, a phantom, shadowless, invisible, his body, a group of illusory golden brilliance This Guanghua is actually a fairy eagle.

At this time, the bald master, turned into a demon eagle!

Lin Feng’s eyes fluttered, his body trembled, and fluttered like a wind, avoiding it, but the golden illusion followed him, pulling a long illusory shadow in the space, as if there were countless The eagle eagle dances on the ground and is very beautiful.

The brows are slightly wrinkled, and Lin Feng's body is still flashing. However, at the moment, the martial arts seem to be integrated with the body. The soul sensor is extremely powerful, and it is firmly locked in him. He must kill him.

A sly sword is meant to bloom in space, so it is so awkward, but it is so embarrassing and powerful.

The artistic conception of this sword seems to emerge from nothingness.

"Hey!" A roar, Lin Feng's hands volleyed, there is no sword in his hand, but now the crowd looked at it, he felt his two-handed sword as if holding a sword, the real killing sword.

Meaning, condensation!

This is the mood of a powerful sword.

"Boom!"

The golden eagle eagle collided with the sword, and the sword was torn apart. Lin Feng’s body slid across the ground, and even a few tens of meters.

Eight spirits of the spirit of the martial arts, after all, there is a gap with the Xuanwu situation, hard touch, naturally suffer.

"Seven strokes!"

Lin Feng said indifferently, looked up and looked cold.

"There are three tricks left, I see how you block!" At this time, the bald master, full of sharp edge, his arrogant and powerful, even so grievances, even the people of Lingwujing can not get.

"Who said, I must stop!" Lin Feng mouth spit out a cold voice, a battle of heaven and earth, crazy burning, along with the war, there is a very fierce sword and horror The mood of destruction.

At the same time, behind the forest maple, the purple lake, roaring wildly.

The owner of the bald, angry!

Lin Feng, also angry, today, several times, people come, each is to kill him, his Lin Feng as an object that can be slaughtered at random, he Lin Feng, can not be angry!

Ten strokes, kill him?