"The anger is rushing to the crown, and the rest is on the fence."

When the solemn voice fell, Lin Feng stepped out step by step. The body showed a sly sword. The palm of his hand fell on the first face of the drum. In an instant, the drum became a powder and disappeared without a trace. Clean.

With only one blow, the crowd will be trembled, and the sword will be so fierce.

"Lift our sight, the sky and shouts, grand, vehement."

The voice of Gaochun trembled the eardrum, let the crowd give birth to one of the pictures, the hero holds the sword, stands in the battlefield, angers the crown, and screams in the sky.

"Humble!"

The second face of the drums, annihilation, no trace.

"Thirty merits and dust, and eight thousand miles of clouds and moons."

"Do not wait, white head, empty and sad!"

Lin Feng's voice is still the same, the voice spit out, the drums roared, and bursting, just in a blink of an eye, Lin Feng's front drum, has already bursting on all sides.

That tone is still carrying, Lin Feng keeps on foot, the sound is getting higher and higher, and the passion is overflowing.

"The shame is broken, but it is still snow."

"The courtier hates, when is it."

"Across the iron ride, step through the Helan Mountain!"

"Boom!" The fifth face of the drum broke, and it was not in the space.

At this time, Lin Feng's sword meaning, Ling Yun Tiandi, and his mouthful of voices in the mouth to blend everything, as if to let the nine smashes.

At the same time, an incomparable general trend and unstoppable swords have continued to spread from Lin Feng, covering everyone in the space.

"The sorrowful hunger is a barbaric meal, and laughs and talks about thirst."

Lin Feng's palm incarnates a sword, the carrier's shackles, the sixth face drum is easily broken, so that the hearts of the crowd have also trembled, already, the sixth side of the drum.

"Be from scratch, clean up the old mountains and rivers, overturned Que!"

The arrogant arrogance of the arrogance is filled with the sky, the arrogant youth has an endless sword brilliance burning, a palm hits, or a sword falls, the white light flashes, the seventh drum is like a shredded paper , with the wind, disappeared into the invisible.

At this time, Lin Feng’s action finally stopped, and the clothes and long hair fluttered in the air, bohemian and frivolous, his shocking voice still echoed in the space, unable to extinguish, and trembled in the crowd’s mind for another round. .

"The anger is rushing to the crown, and the rest is on the fence."

"Lift our sight, the sky and shouts, grand, vehement."

"Thirty merits and dust, and eight thousand miles of clouds and moons."

"Do not wait, white head, empty and sad!"

"The shame is broken, but it is still snow."

"The courtier hates, when is it."

"Across the iron ride, step through the Helan Mountain!"

"The sorrowful hunger is a barbaric meal, and laughs and talks about thirst."

"Be from scratch, clean up the old mountains and rivers, overturned Que!"

What a passionate singing voice, this is called the real Lingyun aspirations, heroes and blood.

Compared with this song, the songs sung by Yue Tianchen just now are not worth mentioning. As Lin Feng said, the worms are small, non-negative, and shit.

The officers and men were solemn and solemn, standing firmly in the same place, and there was a blood in the chest burning.

"Good, good!"

Duan Wuya stood up and looked at it with a sharp touch of sharpness. Such a shocking singer’s voice was too rare to come from a young man’s mouth.

Compared with Lin Feng, the so-called talent of Yue Tianchen is not worth mentioning. At this moment, it feels a bit like jumping a clown, in order to please Duan Xinye.

Lin Feng, is called a manly spirit, heroic blood.

The beauty of Duan Xinye kept flashing. Looking at Lin Feng’s eyes and eyes, Lin Feng was able to sing such a tremulous song.

The people of Xueyue Temple and the people of Tianyi College were silent there. Looking at the slutty youth, in their minds, Lin Feng still sang with swords and smashed everything.

At this time, only the moon and the moon, his face was ugly, he lost, and lost so thoroughly.

Whether it is from strength or talent, he lost, a mess.

Needless to say, in terms of strength, although he and Lin Feng are both screaming in the seven-faced drums, they all just use one breath, but Lin Feng, the song is longer and more expensive, more infectious than him, It’s even more shocking and more difficult. Moreover, all the drums that Lin Feng’s ringing are not broken, but completely turned into powder. Under his sharp sword, it disappears into invisible, even the last. That's the seventh drum.

In this way, the victory and defeat at a glance, his moon and day, not long ago, is still high, but now, it is defeated.

The words of humiliating Lin Feng are still fresh in the memory, but Lin Feng used his actions and stunned him with a slap in the face.

Moreover, what makes Tiantianchen unbearable is that at this moment, the beauty of Duan Xinye stares at Lin Feng, which clearly reveals the splendid color. It is different from watching other people’s kind smiles. Obviously, Duan Xinye is also somewhat afforested by Lin Feng. Convinced, this is not allowed in the moon, Chen Duan Ye, must become his wife.

The beautiful woman in the body who is carrying the blood of the seal door, he is determined to win. In the snowy country, only his moon and the sky can be worthy of the upper section.

Although this match he lost, but does not mean that his strength is not as good as Lin Feng, if you go all out, Yue Tianchen believes that his odds are definitely much bigger than Lin Feng.