Worldly Stunning Blade

Chapter 795 The Heart of the Sword

"End?" Soon, Ling Feng’s body was the blood of a big beach. At this time, the whole person almost only gasped unconsciously, and Ge looked at the Lingfeng, which was almost fainting in the past. One bit, turned around, "Cut, it’s really boring, I thought I could be happy!"

"Damn! Damn! Damn!" Listening to the disdainful tone of Ge, Ling Feng’s heart was filled with infinite anger, and at the same time, there was a sense of powerlessness. Listening to the sound of the remnant sword in the hands of Ge, gently rubbing on the ground, Ling Feng’s heart began to roar wildly, and the left hand grabbed five deep mud marks on the ground, and then clenched into a fist. "I can't die, I can't die! How can I die here! I can't die like this, I promised that Mitchell will go back! There is Linger, I still want to see her really evil." Smile! Hurry up, move! My body, blood don't flow any more, let me fight again!"

With the roar of the heart, Ling Feng’s upper body actually slowly rose: “I... I still have to... I have to go back to Lingjia!”

The remnant sword in the hands of Ge dragged a long, long trace on the ground, and then slowly waved up, as if the rifle was on his shoulder. At this moment, Ling Feng’s eyes suddenly darkened, and all the pictures seemed to be fixed. The dust that had been brought in the air by the gentle sword was still still, and everything was still!

A short figure slowly emerged from the shoulders of Ge’s shoulders, and with both hands, he jumped from the shoulders of Ge’s shoulders, and then slowly walked to the front of Ling Feng with a banter on his face. Smile.

"Do you want to fight? Do you want to win? Or, do you just want to live?" A series of questions rang in this dead silence, absolutely dead, like time is still, even the sky The flying birds stopped the wings of the fan, so they stayed in the air quietly. "Let's say, what one do you want?"

"I want to win!" Ling Feng clenched his right hand with the sword handle and began to tremble, while his left hand forced the ground and wanted to get up from the ground.

"I can't hear you!" The short figure slammed into his trouser pocket and stood freely, but the sly smile on his face grew more and more.

"It’s just that there is no meaning in just fighting. If you just live, there is no meaning, so I want to win!" The blood above the chest of Ling Feng is still dripping down, but The previously distracting pupils have once again become fascinated, and with a very firm firmness in their tone, they screamed loudly, "I... want to win!"

"Well?" The bantering color on the short figure suddenly turned into a kind of mistake, and then it became a helpless smile. Once again, he stepped on his footsteps and walked toward Lingfeng. "Since you So determined, well, I will give you another chance! But this is something you have to grasp!"

A white light emerged from the figure, and the whole wind was wrapped in it. Ling Feng only felt that the front was dark and bright again. The huge contrast made him couldn’t help but close his eyes. When he adapted again When the light from the surrounding eyes opened, I found everything in front of me familiar.

A little bit of starlight in the sky, Ling Feng actually returned to the stars under the stars, feeling the vast and ethereal heaven.

"I was very disappointed with you, but who told you to be my king, if you are dead, I am also very troubled!" Xiao Lingfeng's figure appeared in Ling Feng's side, just suddenly appeared in Going over the shoulder and stopping the time, it was the Xiao Lingfeng that turned into a dust sword.

"Here is..." Ling Feng looked at the stars and looked at the small lingering wind in front of him. His heart was full of shock. "Are you not already turning into a dust sword? And where the dust sword..."

"It's broken, isn't it?" Xiao Lingfeng copied his hands in his trouser pocket and looked at Ling Feng. His face was full of smiles. "Oh, oh, it seems that you have forgotten what I said to you." Now!"

"What have you said? Isn't the world already collapsed?" Ling Feng only remembered that Xiao Lingfeng said at the beginning that this rule space would collapse after he left, while others seemed to be unclear.

"Do I say that?" Xiao Lingfeng’s face showed a trace of mistake. "Oh, oh, if that’s the case, then I’m wrong. It’s true, this is indeed your rule space. And also your inner world, or how do you think you will find your past memories here, that is me?"

"This kind of thing, is there something wrong?" Ling Feng's head showed several black lines above his head, and he pulled out a few blue veins and yelled at Xiao Lingfeng.

"I have been here for so long, some things have been forgotten very normal, but there is something, I have not forgotten, but you forgot!" Xiao Lingfeng somehow did not care to spread the hand, but then, his face revealed A very serious expression, "I said, I am a glimpse of your soul, but also your strongest weapon!"

"But, you already..." Ling Feng raised the broken sword in his hand, but the words had not yet been lost, but he saw that the broken sword in his hand turned into a white light and slowly dissipated. "This..."

"I am a glimpse of your soul, but also your strongest weapon, but this is the strongest weapon, depending on your own!" Xiao Lingfeng completely ignored the disappearance of the broken sword in Ling Feng’s hand. Instead, he continued to copy his hands and said to himself, "What you just took is only a sword that represents a fragile!"

"Representing... a fragile sword?" Ling Feng’s face stunned and looked at Xiao Lingfeng and muttered to himself.

"Yes!" Xiao Lingfeng took his right hand from his pocket and gently tapped a finger. The stars changed instantly, and the scenes around him changed to Peach Island again, but this time the difference is the surrounding land. The mountains, the cliffs, and even some of the trees are filled with long swords of various shapes.

"These are all dust swords!" Xiao Lingfeng spread his hands and pointed his finger at the long sword around him. "Where the dust sword, or me, is the soul of your soul, but the different soul fragments are different. The meaning of what you have to do now is to find the sword that belongs to you, and only for fighting, killing, and winning for victory, among the countless dust swords!"

"Then, once again, defeat me!" The voice fell, and a small white sword appeared in the hand of Xiao Lingfeng. At the same time, his right hand slammed, and a white sword gas rushed toward Lingfeng.

"Hey!" Ling Feng took advantage of a long sword around him, and squatted with the sword, but the long sword that Ling Feng pulled up turned out to be a piece of debris, once again turned into pieces, flying all over the sky. Ling Feng is in the wrong moment, Xiao Lingfeng has already rushed to his face.

boom! The entire ground was cracked by the blow of Xiao Lingfeng, and the sword was erupted. It was like a meteorite hitting the ground, and it set off a powerful shock wave.

"It's so strong, he is even stronger than before!" Ling Feng could feel it. In the attack of Xiao Lingfeng, there was already a feeling of being able to send and receive. The sword was also full of kind. A rounded turn is like adding a little bit of femininity to make the sword more perfect.

Thinking about it, Ling Feng’s footsteps did not stop, and the body was fully displayed, avoiding the blow of Xiao Lingfeng, and when he turned around in the air, his eyes swept away and then rushed toward his own target. The past.

"That's it!" Ling Feng pulled up his target, then his left foot was the axis, his right foot slammed a circle, and then the strength of the twisted hand slammed the sword in his hand.

"Hey!" The two swords intersected. What Ling Feng didn't think was that the long sword in his hand had once again become two cuts from the interruption. Under the pressure of Xiao Lingfeng's sword, he had to retreat.

"How come? Isn't this the same as I used to be?" After Ling Feng retired, he looked at his broken sword in his own hands and said to himself.

"It seems that you are still sticking to the form?!" Ling Feng's muttered himself did not escape the ears of Xiao Lingfeng, he did not follow suit, but stopped, facing the cold wind Laughingly, "All the swords here are fragments of your inner soul, and what you just pulled out is just the sword heart that depends on it!"

"Sword Heart?" Ling Feng's body trembled fiercely, then squatted in place.

"Yes, Jianxin, that is, the mind represented by the sword in your hand, you said that you want to win, then find the sword that can make you win!" The sword in the hand of Xiao Lingfeng is drawn in the air. A round, the smooth sword of the sword broke out again, the rising white sword gasified into a myriad of peach blossoms, formed a white torrent, pressed down the top of Ling Feng.

"I understand!" Seeing Xiao Lingfeng's sword gradually approaching, Ling Feng did not have the previous panic, nor did he go to pull the sword, but quietly watched the flood coming towards him.

"I want to win, I want to win!" The sword torrent has already rushed to the front of Ling Feng, but the pupil of Ling Feng suddenly enlarged, and the right hand extended forward, and it ran into a torrent.

"Boom!" A more sturdy sword rushed out of the torrent, not only smashing the torrent, but even the long swords around could not withstand the pressure of the sword and shattered.

"The sword that was born for victory is my own!"