Worldly Stunning Blade

Chapter 794

"Haha! Haha! Hahahaha!" Ge wiped a wound in his chest, looked at the dripping blood in his hand, and laughed wildly. "What? Actually, you are still quite good!"

"Well?" Listening to the crazy whisper of Ge, Ling Feng's face flashed a trace of error. Right and wrong, Ge and I have already taken a step toward Lingfeng.

Stepping, stepping, stepping... The footsteps of Ge’s footsteps sounded softly on this quiet island, but every step seems to be on the rhythm of Lingfeng’s heartbeat, so that Lingfeng has a kind of Want to suffocate the smell of vomiting blood. Let him hold the sword in his hand tightly to relieve the depression in his heart.

"However, you can't let me slash because I chopped my sword. I have to keep this kind of concentration!" Ge's mouth opened, revealing two sharp canine teeth, not slow to the wind Step on, "The good play is still behind, yes, boy!"

When the words fell, Ge had already reached the place where Ling Feng was less than five meters in front of him, and then stopped. The smile on his face was more prosperous than before, and the sword in his hand also lit up. The golden light, and then the whole person released a very horrible atmosphere, the golden sword gas instantly condensed into a near-substantial atmosphere, visible to the naked eye, permeated the surface of the body.

"He seems to be very happy!" Looking at the expression of Ge, the excitement began to appear, and Ling Feng’s heart suddenly thought of it.

"Drink!" A big drink made Ling Feng the whole person wake up all of a sudden, and Ge and his right foot were on the ground, the whole person burst out and rushed to the front of Ling Feng, the sword in his hand Ling Feng’s head slammed down.

"Hey!" In the hands of Ling Feng, the dust swords were on the backhand, and the remnant swords with Ge slammed into each other. The white swords and the golden swords burst out at the intersection of the swords, forming a mess. The enthusiasm of the earth, the surrounding land and boulders have cut a deep gully.

"Happy! Happy! Let's come again!" Ge once again rushed up, the sword in his hand dragged a long spark on the ground, with a slight smile on his face. "You want me to laugh. More happy!"

"Peng!" "Peng!" "Peng!" "Peng!" "Peng!"

The two men’s swords rushed together, continually colliding, rubbing one spark after another, and the two men’s fighting spirits were destroyed by smashing the holes, just like after a burst of indiscriminate bombing. In general, in fact, it is true.

"Hey!" Ling Feng slammed a sword toward Ge, and the corner of Ge’s mouth suddenly evoked a crazy smile. His left hand slammed out and grabbed the long sword that Lingfeng waved, regardless of the sword. The blade cuts the palm of his hand, and a drop of blood drips down the sword. The sword in the hands of Ling Feng is pulled hard in front of him, and even the man with the sword is dragged to his face, while the right hand is With the sword of the homeopathic sword, the golden sword gas violently rises above the sword of the remnant sword, and stabbed in the heart of Lingfeng.

"Hey!" The long sword in his hand was held tightly in the hands of the other party, and the remnant sword covered with a layer of golden swords was already stabbing in front of him. Lingfeng only subconsciously leaned over his body. I only heard the "squeaky" sound, the golden sword was wiped over the chest of my chest, and the clothes on the right were smashed, and Ling Feng felt that the sword of the cold was infiltrated into the body. The kind of creepy feeling, the body violently flipped, the wind **** legs were lifted, the right foot was worn out from the bottom, and the squatting squatted on the hands of the dust sword.

"Oh..." Ling Feng withdrew from this shackle, his legs slightly bent, and his left knee squatted on the ground and dragged a long trace. The sword in his hand also fell on the ground, drawing a long stroke. Sword marks.

"Ah?" After Ling Feng stopped, he found that he had lost the shadow of Ge in front of him. It was wrong, a strong wind pressure forced from the top of his head, and when he looked up, he saw that Ge did not know when. Appeared behind Ling Feng, the residual sword is drawing a beautiful semi-circle and squatting down to the top of his head.

"Hey!" The two swords intersected, and once again, the sound of metal slamming, Ling Feng bite his teeth and force the sword in his hand upwards. The sword of the sword is so incomparable, even if Ling Feng is left with his left hand. Deadly withstood the sword ridge of the dust sword, but also pressed slightly to bend the knee.

"Very good, the reaction is very good! It is much better than the look of the timid look!" The sword in the hands of Ge is still pressing down, the corners of his mouth are open, and the two sharp canine teeth are sharper and sharper. When I got up, the smeared smile grew stronger on my face.

"Get out of the way!" Listening to Ge, this seems to have no words in his eyes. On the dusty sword, a white sword is violently bursting, and the sword in the hands of Ge is shaken. Ling The wind also took the opportunity to retreat from his own body and oppressed him.

"The more you concentrate, the difference is just the same. It seems that you have been able to hear the sound of Jian Ming. Is the remnant sword very exciting? Just like my heart now! The sword is for happier. The battle will make such a noise, if it can't be satisfied, it will be awkward with me!" Ge put a finger in the hand with a sword, and the blade immediately gave a sharp edge. The screams are like a feeling of cheering.

"Oh, you can't look down on people!" Listening to Ge's unintentional tone, he seems to regard himself as a toy that can be used for playing. Ling Feng's heart also rises with a burst of anger. "You Haven't you been serious yet? Then what qualifications do you have to say, at least respect your opponents! Take all your strengths! Don't you forget, I have already cut you, I I can hurt you now, so you have to be careful, don't pay attention to one, die in my hands!"

"Don't respect? Hahahaha, are you talking about my fighting style? You are wrong, my fighting style is like this! I have always been like this, without any skill, the more fighting, the more excited I am. Ah! I didn't look down on you, I was just too excited!" Ge stunned a bit, then suddenly a burst of crazy laughter, the sword in his hand was in front of himself, "So, you see me Is true to me!"

"Yes? Hey, then I am relieved!" Hearing the words of Ge, Lingfeng’s mouth revealed a smile, and the dust sword in his hand once again whitened. "Since you said this is you. The real power, then your sword, it is impossible to become stronger! And then that... oh!"

Ling Feng’s voice has not yet fallen, but the dusty sword in his hand has subconsciously swayed, only to hear the sound of “叮”, and the sword of the remnant sword of Ge has already reached the top of his sword.

"In that case, what?" The crazy smile on Ge’s face was collected at this time. Instead, he was incomparably indifferent. His eyes ignored the wind and the sword in his hand was a little harder. I have to take a half step back. "You think that if you fight again, you will be able to win me? It’s you who look at it! The reason why my sword doesn't use any skills, you will think that I don't understand. Is it a skill, or is it just a beast that fights by instinct? The reason why I don't use tricks is because the power is too strong, even if I don't need skills, it's enough to cut the other side together, so I have already developed it. When you usually fight, try to get used to your habits. Do you understand?"

Although there was no tone in the words of Ge, but Ling Feng felt a deep chill, the pupils kept shrinking, and the pressure from his hands made him have to put the body inside. The real yuan is gradually mobilized.

"If that's not the case, the enemy will be too vulnerable! There is no time to enjoy the fun of the battle. This is the only thing in the world that can leave me some fun. I naturally can't ruin it by myself." It!” The sword in the hands of Ge’s hand was handed toward the front little by little, only to hear a soothing sound, and the thin tip of the sword suddenly penetrated the sword of the dust sword in Lingfeng’s hand. The ridge pierced the chest of Ling Feng.

"This... how is this possible?" Ling Feng looked incredulously at the dilapidated sword that pierced his chest, and then slowly moved his eyes to the dust sword. The original white sword There was already a crack at this time, and from the crack, the penetrating sword was in the hands of Ge.

"So I said, telling you not to let go! Your heart, but you feel that you have a little chance of winning, you are lax!" A bang, accompanied by a little metal and metal friction, the sword together Pulling out from the body of Ling Feng, the friction sound is the sound of the sword from the crack of the dust sword.

The dripping blood sprinkled from the chest of Ling Feng, and even the white sword on the dust was stained with blood by the remnant sword that had just been withdrawn, and with the sword of the remnant sword, the sword on the sword The cracks also spread up and down, getting longer and longer, and finally only heard a "squeaky" sound, which broke open from it.

Where the dust sword is broken! Ling Feng also seemed to have lost his strength. He bent his legs and squatted on the ground, then fell into a pool of blood.

"This ending is really boring!" The long sword in Ge’s hand slanted down. "The person who can cut me and the person who can hear the sword in the battle is really long gone, but unfortunately..."