Reborn Sword Emperor in the City

The force of space began to compress continuously, forming several cracks and impacting Ling Feng. Ling Feng felt strong pressure in the center and pressed towards him layer by layer.

"It seems a little capable." Ling Feng smiled. He could feel the pressure in the space. The space imprisons himself. It seems that this area is within the confinement range, and then the oppression of space. If it is a martial artist below the earth level, I'm afraid he will be directly pressed into meat and mud under such strong space oppression. Even a martial artist of heaven level doesn't dare to try easily.

Once, when Ling Feng fought with Mira, the God, in Dongzhou, Mira's power of space also made Ling Feng suffer a loss. If he was careless, he would be directly crushed by the power of space, and the walking real person in front of him was many times stronger than Mira. He was able to imprison a space, which looked very terrible.

If Ling Feng didn't have aura armor, it would be difficult to resist the terrible compression of space. The walking immortal saw Ling Feng trapped inside and said with a smile, "master Ling, how about it? Is it very comfortable?"

"Generally, your strength is not enough." Ling Feng said faintly.

"The dead duck has a hard mouth, so I'll see how long you can hold on." the immortal Xingdao said with murderous spirit in his eyes. He only thought that Ling Feng has a hard mouth. Under such terrible space compression, master Ling will not last long. Soon he will be crushed to death.

Therefore, the Dragon burial ruler in the hands of Xingdao immortal came for a while. Suddenly, the sound of "Zizi" came from the whole space, and countless silk threads appeared around Ling Feng, which were composed of Xingdao immortal with the power of space.

"Master Ling, even if you are strong, you can't escape my unique move. You'd better die." immortal Xingdao is very confident. She has never missed this move, and no one can escape her own move. The silk thread near Ling Feng began to gather on Ling Feng like a big net, even if there is a powerful magic power, she can't escape.

Ling Feng looked at the rushing silk thread. He felt a move. He had a blue ice sword in his hand and rushed out with a sword spirit. He was as powerful as a dragon.

"Bang."

The sword Qi directly cut on the silk thread and immediately broke a big hole, but the next second, the cut silk threads were directly reconnected without any change.

Ling Feng was as like as two peas. He didn't think that the silk thread was cut off by the sword and quickly. Fuyuan Lingfeng once again wiped away the sword. Several sword spirits rushed out and fell on the silk thread. The customer's result was exactly the same as that just now. What's the reason for Ling Feng's frown?

The result seemed to have been expected by the Taoist priest for a long time. He smiled and said, "master Ling, you don't have to work hard. I've refined the silk thread for 50 years with the divine power of space. If you don't say a word, cut it off. The power is too weak."

This silk thread has special power and is not easy to be cut off. Even if it is cut off, the link can be restored instantly. This was refined by immortal Xingdao in those years, so it is not easy to be destroyed.

"Impossible."

Ling Feng frowned on Tuesday. Then he directly ran the chaotic black inflammation in his body and covered the sword. There was a rolling flame on the whole sword. He was going to burn the silk thread with chaotic black inflammation.

The sword breath was directly filled with chaotic black inflammation, and then fell on the silk thread. When the silk thread was wet, it was burned into slag by the flame, and began to spread around.

"What, how is this possible?"

Xingdao immortal was shocked and said that he never expected Ling Feng to crack his own space silk thread in this way. This is the painstaking work he has made for decades. He can't let Ling Feng destroy it like this.