Peerless Martial God

Liu Fei sighed when she heard Nan Gong Ling’s words. In fact, she also understood that it was difficult to convince Nan Gong Ling that she only saw the burden on her father. She wanted to fight for it.

"The Nangong lord, the establishment of the Xueyue Holy Court is the intention of His Majesty. You Yunhaizong must defy the command of the Majesty." At this time, the young man next to Liu Fei was not looking good, staring at the Nangong Lingdao.

“When did I say that I had to defy my will?” Nan Gong Ling glanced at the youth and said: “Your Majesty wants to establish the Snow Moon Holy Monastery. I will support myself with Yun Haizong and will select some outstanding disciples. Enter the Xueyue Shrine to practice."

Nan Gongling said that this pause, the sleeves waved, cold: "And, I am acting in Yunhaizong, when is it your turn to be a little king, and you are counting on something, you have to talk to call you Laozi Duan Sirius. ""

The Jiuyi Continental is a world dominated by the strong, who is strong, who is the master, and today's Duan can become a royal family, because the Duanjia is powerful, plain, and Duanjia, it is equivalent to the most powerful Zongmen of Xueyueguo. It is only in the situation of the royal family.

But even so, it is impossible for Duanjia to make other sects surrender, and Nangong is the lord of Yunhai, and he will care about a little prince.

"You... Nangong Ling, I will report my father to the truth." The young man said coldly, and he hated it in his heart.

"With you." Nangong Ling disdain.

"I heard that Fifi’s head is back." At this time, there was a sound coming from outside the temple. It was the old man who stalked.

"North Grandpa." Liu Fei saw North Old Station got up, respected the way, North Lao is the master of her father Liu Yan.

"Filipino head, is your father still okay?" There is a hint of concern in the eyes of the old North. These elders of the sects rarely receive the apprentices. Once they receive the apprenticeship, their feelings are very deep.

"It's still in the Broken Blade City." Liu Fei smiled bitterly.

"Oh..." Bei Lao sighed and smiled and shook his head.

"Fisher, you come for that thing, don't worry about the Lord. I recommend a person to you, I will like it."

"One person?" Liu Fei smiled.

"Did your father not go out alone in the same year. Many people may not be useful." Bei Lao shook his head.

"North Grandpa, what do you mean?" Liu Fei’s eyes are slightly bright, and listening to the old tone of the North seems to attach great importance to this person. Is it that those few are not...

"You will know when you arrive, let them leave first. After this sect, I will personally send him to the Imperial City." Bei Lao looked at Duan Han and other humanities.

"Good." Liu Fei nodded.

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Lonely peak, in the first line, Lin Feng sits in the cave, the heaven and earth are like a silkworm, and Lin Feng's body is wrapped in it, like a white fog.

For a moment, a horrible suction came from Lin Feng's body, such as the sea of ​​rivers and rivers, swallowed the heavens and the earth into the body, and then condensed in the body, the body surface, the milky white suffocating breathless, with a bit of meaning The pure qigong was born after the birth of the heavens and the earth, and it was extremely pure.

After a long time, the heaven and earth vitality no longer condensed in Lin Feng's body week, Lin Feng stopped practicing.

Opening his eyes, Lin Feng’s face showed a smile.

"There is no peculiar effect of this pure Yuangong, but it has made the foundation solid. Now my inner interest is at least two layers stronger than before."

In my heart, I can speak for a long time, and I will be able to fight for a long time. The explosive power and the ability to continue fighting must be stronger.

Standing up, Lin Feng looked at the stone wall of Dongfu, and the palm of his hand patted the air, and sighed low: "eight wild palms."

With the voice of Lin Feng falling, the seven palm prints came out from the palm of Lin Feng and landed on the stone wall.

"Booming."

The stone wall of Dongfu trembled, and the seven palm prints were directly imprinted on the stone wall, very clear.

"Sure enough, the power of using eight wild palms is now stronger."

Lin Feng reveals a smile, eight wild palms are the martial arts of Xuanji, divided into eight, can be cultivated to the fifth heavy is very powerful, one palm can play five palm prints, and cultivation to the sixth weight is a good talent, As for the seventh weight, only martial arts genius can be cultivated.

The eighth is heavy, the palm prints are all over the sky, the palms are out, the space is full of palm prints, and the power is absolutely strong. If you want to cultivate this amazing talent that is important in martial arts, you need to constantly comprehend and explore in actual combat.

Xuanji martial arts, not so good practice.

But for Lin Feng, it is not a problem at all. In the state of Wushu release, both savvy and computing power are abnormal. It took only one day for Lin Feng to cultivate the Eight Deserts to the seventh. The last step of the difference is to reach Dacheng, and the palm of the hand is eight.

However, Lin Feng is not satisfied with this. The vast Yunhai Zong genius is born. The inner disciple is not the same as the outside disciple. The strong is like a cloud. This time he wants to participate in Zongmen Dabi, but he still does not know what to experience. Of course, the stronger the better.

The sword of silence will undoubtedly raise his strength to a higher level in a short time.

The so-called silence is only a three-style sword, which is the sword of death, the sword of death, and the sword of silence.

The sword of death, the sword is dead.

The sword of death, kill one person at a time.

The sword of silence, the law is dead, killing everything.

Looking at the only three-style swordsman, Lin Feng fell into meditation, and the words in the swordsman's books gradually formed in his mind, directly branded there.

The martial arts, released, Lin Feng's world, turned into darkness, the heavens and the earth have no color, only the darkness, everything around, all in this black world, and he himself, quietly stay in this world Meditate, nothing can disturb him.

Close your eyes, a figure jumps out of your mind and comes to his world. This figure is constantly waving a long sword, a sword and another sword, repeating the same movement, which is recorded in the sword of the silence. The first sword, the sword of death.

After a long time, Lin Feng's closed eyes opened, like a sword-like sharp light flashed away, cutting space.

Step by step, a sword, a sword, killing.

"Booming..."

Dongfu was trembling, and a long sword mark appeared at the top of Dongfu. Above the sword marks, there seemed to be a sharp sword.

The tremors were getting louder and louder, and there were stones falling down, letting Lin Feng squat down, his body flashing and escaping out of the Dongfu. After Lin Feng left, the cave was buried by stones and collapsed.

"Only the sword of the first sword, the power is more than the seventh heavy eight wild palms, how strong between death and silence." Lin Feng put away the Wuhun, slightly excited, Xuanjizhong The martial arts, it really is much stronger than the mysterious martial arts. When the sword is smashed, the power is comparable to that of the mysterious martial arts. What about the power?

In fact, what Lin Feng doesn't know is that the sword of the first sword can exert such powerful power in his hands. In addition to the powerful swordsmanship, there is also his use of the sword.

The sword of death, when there is a sword, the sword, the sword, and the sword, the three can be combined to play the sword of death, and Lin Feng has a long history of the sword, so it is easy to cultivate into a life-threatening Sword, and played such a powerful power, if it is changed, it is impossible to do it.

"Who?" At this moment, Lin Feng turned his body and looked at the direction of the first line. He immediately saw a person walking in from it, watching his eyes full of resentment.

"Liu Fei." Lin Feng was a little surprised. He didn't understand what the woman meant in the end. He didn't catch it when he had the opportunity to deal with him. Now another person ran.

"Bastard, you take my place and humiliate me. Today I will report this hatred." Liu Fei stared at Lin Feng, as if she had a deep hatred. She grew up and taught her independence and self-improvement, and she has always done this. As a daughter's family, it is no worse than a man, plus talent and life experience, heart is proud.

However, Liu Fei did not think that Lin Feng, the shameless person, wanted to peek at himself. Later, when he defeated himself, he said that he was not interested in himself. She also won her own cultivation land, she has never been subjected to such humiliation, this hatred can not report.

"Now I have entered the realm of Lingwu and see how I abuse him." Liu Fei said in a heart.