Reborn Sword Emeperor in the City

"This... What's going on?" Haiwen also found his body changes. He was shocked and even couldn't believe it. He had practiced for hundreds of years and had a wide range of knowledge. He had also been in contact with many very advanced skills. However, he had never seen such a strange skill, which could drain his vitality, speed up the passage of vitality, and then die. This is too terrible to imagine. The key is this skill The law itself cannot resist.

Firebird and the children were also shocked. It's hard to believe that master Ling had such a means against heaven, which could make Haiwen's life go by. From a living man at the beginning to a dying man, Firebird has heard of Ling Feng's means, but he has never seen it with his own eyes. Now he is silly to see it, Haiwen has been practicing for hundreds of years with so many means, but he was drained of vitality by Ling Feng and became a dying man.

The child quickly picked up his master Haiwen, and then asked, "master, how are you? Are you ok? "

Haiwen shakes his head. Now he has no sharp weapon to speak, or even any strength at all. His vitality has been drained, and he also feels the breath of death. Although he has long thought that he would have this day, Haiwen never thought that it would be today, and it is because master Ling used a mysterious magic.

"Master Ling, what do you want from my master? You use magic. This kind of magic can only be used by demons. You must be one of them." The child glared at Ling Feng and said.

Ling Feng didn't pay attention to the child, but looked at Haiwen and said, "you don't know what magic is. I forgive you. Now it's just to let you feel what death is in advance."

Haiwen's life has already broken through his limit. He uses all kinds of elixirs to maintain his vitality. Five hundred years will pass in a flash. Haiwen has lived 490 years and will die in 10 years. Ling Feng has been merciful. He has left a trace of vitality for Haiwen. Otherwise, Haiwen has died.

"I lost. I gave up." Then he said, "is that what he used up? What is the magic, the magic of the gods? "

Haiwen now has no momentum just now, he knows his situation, now is feeling the calm before death, but he is very afraid.

"Fairy art is the art that can transcend the whole world and the laws of nature. Your level is too low to understand." Ling Feng said with a smile that even if he told Haiwen about the cultivation knowledge of fairyland, he would not understand it, so Ling Feng did not elaborate at all.

"My level is too low."

Hearing the chrysanthemum, Haiwen felt that there was a big stone on his chest. He suffered a great blow. He thought that his practice was the first existence on the earth, which was comparable to the genius Zhang Shaojun a thousand years ago. But now a young man in his twenties told her that his level was too low, and he didn't know what magic was His heart was very hard.

It's hard to say that my practice is really bad. Is it really my wrong way? Haiwen began to doubt himself. After hundreds of years of practice, Haiwen has experienced countless things, and his heart has been calm for a long time. But today, he has completely changed because of the man in front of him, master Ling.

"Your path of practice is too bad. It's not real practice at all." Ling Feng shook his head and said.