In the imperial city, among the houses, the huge performance field continued to have a low-pitched voice, and a hegemonic meaning shrouded the space.

At this time, in the center of the military field, a mighty body stood there, cold and overbearing eyes watching the crowd in front of him, and said: "A group of waste, come again."

The crowd heard his insults, his face was ugly, and the sharp breath burst out, once again rushing toward the overbearing figure.

"Overbearing and unparalleled."

The figure of the overbearing screamed, and suddenly the palm of his hand fell, and a knife was blooming in the space. In the void, there was an imaginary knife shadow that appeared, and the volley fell.

The bursting sound of the bang came out, and the person in front of the knife shadow was instantly smashed out, and the blood rushed. This knife was unrelenting.

Others immediately rushed forward, and the attack of the mad tyrants poured out at the same time, cold and hot, and even some people directly armed with weapons, stabbed to the heart of the mighty man.

"Knife!"

The mighty man's footsteps stand still, like a mountain. On his body, in the space, an incomparably powerful knife blooms out. What is even more terrifying is that in the mighty man's body, there is an illusory knife. Flash, endless, as if at any time may turn into substance, killing opponents.

His whole person is like a knife, he is overbearing, who will stop him.

Along with the sound of the sound, all the figures flew out, and the crowds rushing to the mighty men all lay down. The blood on the body continued to flow, and even the mighty man’s body could not be close.

From the beginning to the end, the overbearing man stood there and never moved.

"it is good."

A light drink spread out, the crowd turned his eyes, and they saw Lin Feng stepping forward, with a smile on his face.

He didn't think that when he was not there, the tyrant would actually play with these people, attacking the poisonous, unrelenting, and those who are Yunhaizong, the killings on the body are equally embarrassing, obviously hate the knives, they Every day, I’m being slashed, how can I not hate the tyrants?

The tyrant looked at Lin Feng, the dark pupils shrank and stared at Lin Fengdao: "The spirit is full of six, you broke through!"

"Breakthrough, now, I am in the same realm with you."

Lin Feng nodded slightly, and the crowds of Yunhaizong all looked at each other. Lin Feng, even with the overbearing cultivation, was so good.

At that time, when Yunhaizong, they remembered the dual strength of Lin Fengcai Wujing. In less than a year, Lin Feng had already reached the six-fold spirit of the spirit, and the speed of cultivation was terrible.

When you arrive at Lingwujing, the talented ordinary people, every level of realm, need to use a year or even a few years to break through, Lin Feng's talent, can be called enchanting.

However, the power of the tyrant is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. In their view, the strength of the tyrants, even the seven people who are spiritually versatile, can overcome. Although Lin Feng is comparable to him, the strength is definitely not as good as the tyrant.

The gaze of the knives also stared at Lin Feng. On the body, there was a sigh of breath that burst out and flew toward Lin Feng.

Eyes condensed, Lin Feng's eyes showed a smile, said: "Want to try with me?"

"Ok."

The knives nodded slightly, and cultivated the prefecture-level gongs and slashes. The tyrants can clearly feel the progress of their own strength. In the past, no one can beat him in the spirit of six people. Now, repair is re-enhanced. He is a daring person, and he dares to fight. Therefore, after seeing Lin Feng’s cultivation as a breakthrough to the six-fold spirit, his body has also risen from war.

"Okay, then I will try it with you."

Lin Feng showed a smile, and the person next to the Yunhai Zong was stunned, and his eyes flashed with excitement.

war!

Is the overbearing tyrant's strength strong, or the genius of the former Yunhaizong, now the boss of Yunhaizong Lin Fengqiang?

The tyrant and Lin Feng, gaze at each other, in an instant, a hegemony of the incomparable tyrants blooms, as if to open the sky.

Knife, the tyrant of the soldiers.

The knives and knives are good, and they are the martial arts souls. It is terrible to cultivate Lin Feng’s prefecture-level gongs and martial arts.

This spatula was released, and suddenly the whole space was whistling and slamming. The crowds of Yunhaizong intuitively felt that their bodies were in the endless knives, as if they would be separated by the sword at any time. Obliterate.

"It’s too horrible. When we were overbearing and fighting with us, we also hidden our strength."

The crowd is trembled in the heart. It seems that Lin Feng is not the opponent of the tyrant. This overbearing knife is absolutely capable of killing the six powerful players of Lingwujing.

Although they know that Lin Feng's talent is very strong, it is definitely not enough to compete with the knife.

At this time, a burning warfare rose from the madness of Lin Feng’s body. In an instant, this war can be compared with the Tao’s doctrine.

I saw Lin Feng at this time, and the deep eyes stared at the tyrants, and all of them were fighting, and they could be shot at any time.

The tyrant's strong wind blew to Lin Feng's body, letting his sloppy clothes float up, standing in the Lin Feng, like a victory, will never fall.

"Great."

In the face of the knife's knife, Lin Feng's war is still so powerful, without the slightest retreat, the same hegemony.

At this time, the footsteps of the knives slowly lifted up, and then, step by step, in an instant, the knife's artistic conception swept the world, a loud sound came out, the ground under the hegemony, there was a deep crack, as if by the knife Cut open and the cuts are neat.

"Knife, the king of the soldiers, God is blocking the killing of God."

In the mouth of the tyrant, a voice poured out, suddenly, the meaning of the knife, stronger, let the crowd feel a sense of suffocation, whistling are slightly rush.

"The tyrants are determined to be the prefecture-level exercises. The swords on the knives are even more overbearing." Lin Feng’s heart screamed, and now the tyrant, the whole person is like a scabbard.

"Humble!"

Lin Feng stepped out in one step, and the Pentium's warfare not only did not retreat a little, but was stronger and more fierce, fighting with the heavens and the earth.

"Sword, the Supreme, smashing the sky."

In Lin Feng’s mouth, the same voice spit out, and the body’s potential, like a flood, was fiercely saved.

The potential of the sword and the sword.

When destroying all the swords that shattered everything, it bloomed in an instant, blending with the warfare released by Lin Feng, and the sword’s warfare went straight into the sky.

The crowd was violent and fierce. Yes, although the tyrants controlled the knife, Lin Feng, he also possessed the sword and killed all the swords.

Not only that, but Lin Feng’s fighting spirit is also strong enough.

The meaning of the sword, the sword and the meaning of the battle, meet and collide in the air, and the space is constantly screaming and screaming, which is extremely terrifying.

At this time, the crowds on their backs have already been soaked. It turns out that the metamorphosis is not only the tyrants, Lin Feng, but also the same horror. The two men have not yet played, they have been unable to bear it, and they are all sweated. Soaked, their bodies trembled unconsciously.

The tyrant and Lin Feng are still opposite, and their eyes collide in the air.

It seems that after a long time, the eye of the knives shimmered slightly, that is, this flash, the meaning of the knife on his body lost a momentum, and Lin Feng’s sword and the war, fiercely rushed, let the tyrant The knife trembled and then slowly said: "I lost."

When the voice fell, the horrible knife on the knives disappeared in an instant.

The next moment, Lin Feng's release of the sword's artistic conception and warfare, there is no trace.

The artistic conception disappeared, and the crowd instincts became extremely relaxed. The long spit out of the air, but the heart was awkward, Lin Feng, it was terrible, even stronger than the knife, it is the lord of Yunhaizong.

"Heavy knife, now you are about to become a big knife, not far from the next realm."

Lin Feng smiled slightly, the battle just did not compete for strength, but the mood is the same, the knife is not as good as him.

When I heard Lin Feng’s words, the eyelids were slightly condensed, staring at Lin Feng: "You have reached the next realm?"

"It’s very early." Lin Feng said quietly, but let the tyrant’s heart tremble slightly. In the microscopic situation, Lin Feng arrived very early. It’s a terrible young man, but he was in the prison field in the past. Lin Feng is not there. Otherwise, he may not have his brilliant record in the prison.

"Hey knife, I am here to tell you, prepare, we can leave at any time, go to the battlefield."

Lin Feng said a faint voice, and immediately looked at the crowds of Yun Haizong and said: "You will listen to the words of the tyrants in the future. Now, cultivate well, and on the battlefield, the hope of living will be greater."

After all, Lin Feng turned around, chic and drifted away.

Ps; amount, the brothers do not bring you to hit people, today a flower, was blown out by others. . You are not the enthusiasm to extinguish my outbursts. When the code words are cool, where can I code quickly?