Reborn Sword Emperor in the City

"This... What's the matter?" Haiwen also found the change of his body. He was very shocked and even couldn't believe it. He had practiced for hundreds of years, had a wide range of knowledge, and had been exposed to many very advanced skills, but he had never seen such a strange skill, which could drain his vitality, accelerate the passage of vitality, and then die, It's too terrible to imagine. The key is that this skill can't resist.

Firebird and the child are also very shocked, which is hard to believe. Master Ling actually has this means against the sky, which can let Haiwen's life pass. From a big living man at the beginning to a dying man now, Firebird has heard of Ling Feng's means, but he has never seen it with his own eyes. Now he is stupid, Haiwen has practiced for hundreds of years with so many means, but he was drained of his vitality by Ling Feng and became a dying man.

The child quickly picked up his master, Haiwen, and asked with concern, "master, how are you? Are you okay?"

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

"Master Ling, what do you want from my master? You use magic. This magic can only be used by the demon clan. You must be a member of the demon clan." the child glared at Ling Feng.

Ling Feng ignored 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 span has long exceeded his limit. He uses various miraculous drugs to maintain his vitality. 500 years will pass in an instant. Haiwen has lived 490 years and will die in ten years. Ling Feng has been merciful. He has left a trace of vitality for Haiwen. Otherwise, Haiwen has died.

"I lost, I admit defeat," said Haiwen with a sigh, and then he said with all his sharp weapons: "master Ling, is this fairytale? What is fairytale, the so-called magic of immortals?"

At this time, Haiwen has lost his momentum. He knows his situation. Now he is feeling the calm before death, but he is very afraid.

"Fairy art is the art that can surpass the whole world and the laws of nature. Your level is too low to understand." Ling Feng said with a smile. Even if he told Haiwen, he would not understand these fairy cultivation knowledge, so Ling Feng didn't elaborate at all.

"My level is too low."

Hearing about chrysanthemum and chrysanthemum, Haiwen felt that there was a big stone on his chest. He was greatly hit. He thought that his practice was the first existence on the earth and could be comparable to the genius Lei Di Zhang Shaojun a thousand years ago. But now a young man in his twenties told her that his level was too low and didn't know what magic was, It made his heart very uncomfortable.

It's hard to say that his practice is really poor. Is he really going the wrong way? Haiwen began to doubt himself and practiced for hundreds of years. Haiwen has experienced countless things and his heart has long been calm, 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 really practice at all." Ling Feng shook his head and said.