The crowd looked up and looked at Lin Feng in the void, bathed in a golden flame.

"It seems that we are underestimating Lin Feng."

The crowd whispered in the heart, and Lin Feng’s fist would be able to retreat from the poor and let the whole body ignite. The strength is not the same, it is stronger than they think.

Many of them thought that Lin Feng was not a poor opponent, but they were all wrong. Maybe it would be a close battle.

But the more so, the more excited the crowd, the ability to see such a battle is a dream.

"Yes, this way, at least not too boring, if you are too weak, but it does not mean." Poor blue falling on the face of the gloomy face, sneer looked at Lin Feng, his body appeared war, as if very excited.

The feeling is that the stronger Lin Feng, the more he can raise interest, he hopes that Lin Feng is stronger.

"hypocritical."

Lin Feng saw the disguised laughter and satirized. With a poor and blue character, he should hope that he would kill himself with a straightforward move, only to show his strength and pride, to satisfy his vanity. However, I want to hide my wolverine, it is hypocritical.

"I will make you more interested." Lin Feng's hands were clean, random, a sword of the sun was condensed in his hands, and the sun shining in the air reflected on it, and it could no longer be removed, the sun was burning. Swords, swords, like the sun, release the light.

Countless sun rays seem to be shot from the sword, so that the crowd can't look up slightly, can't look straight, the heart is stunned, so terrible, Lin Feng's sword is comparable to the sun, hot and dazzling.

"The blue martial arts soul." Poor blue fell to see the sword, a shocked heart, immediately whispered, behind him, the blue silk rain formed, turned into a water curtain.

However, at the same time as the appearance of the blue martial arts, Lin Feng stepped in a footstep, and the dazzling sword released the glory of the sky, stinging the eyes of the crowd.

Sword, sword of light.

The poor blue face changed greatly, and the silk rain curtain went up against the stream, and went toward Lin Feng’s sword, as if to separate the sword, and his body quickly flashed back.

"Hey, hehe..." The blue silk rain was cut off, and the swordsman's sword was placed on the body of the poor blue sky. With a touch of blood flowing in the air, the chest of the poor blue, there was a deep blood mark. Just now, Slower, or no blue rain, the poor blue is the sword through the chest.

"You are more waste than I thought." Lin Feng stood there, watching the poor and falling of the wolf, and did not immediately chase it. He didn't care about the poor, but the poor blues wanted to use his Lin Feng every time. Showing his own power, then Lin Feng simply 'completed' him, let the poor blue know how ridiculous his own so-called talent.

Looking at the two figures in the void, Lin Feng is arrogant and arrogant, and the poor people are stunned. The crowd feels somewhat untrue. On the contrary, this is exactly what they expected, and it is completely reversed. It should be poor and blue, and Lin Feng is beaten. It’s not right to fight back, but the facts subvert the thoughts in their hearts.

Lin Feng, not a lot of shots, but every time, it is so shocking.

For the first time, the people of Tianyi College realized that he was fighting the Dark Lord. At that time, Lin Feng was silent, and the Dark Lord was one of the top ten disciples of the college. As a result, everyone saw it.

The second time Lin Feng shot in the college, it should be regarded as defeating the solitary injury once, and finally, seeking for mercy.

For the third time, Lin Feng, the arm of the one-armed arm, shocked people.

This time, when most people thought that the poor blues easily defeated Lin Feng, Lin Feng once again brought them surprises.

Lin Feng, he said that the poor blues are more waste than he imagined. Maybe when the poor blues think that Lin Feng is vulnerable, when the crowd thinks that Lin Feng will be defeated, Lin Feng himself, but he did not put the poor blue on his mind. He has never been a rival to his poor.

"Is it?" In the eyes of the poor blue, there was a sharp color. The blue martial arts behind him flashed the luster of the demon, and gave a low voice: "Bilu Huangquan."

Lin Feng, can cut off the blue and rain, but how to crack the blue spring.

Among the voids, the line of silk rain is invisible and invisible, and it spreads out directly into a rain curtain, which is poured over Lin Feng’s body.

"I see how you hide?" Poor Biliu saw Lin Feng's figure shrouded in rain and sneered.

"I'm sure you see it clearly?" An indifferent voice came from behind the rain curtain. Randomly, the figure covered by the rain curtain slowly dissipated. One, two, and many Lin Feng disappeared. All of these were disability. Shadow, and at this moment, Lin Feng, standing behind the rain curtain, indifferent eyes watching the poor blue, the eyes do not care.

Bilu Huangquan, invisible and shadowless, directly spills from the void, but there are things, there will be fluctuations, but some fluctuations are subtle to the extreme, can not be detected, waiting for you to find, has fallen into it, however, Lin Feng Tianren's realm of boundaries, any subtle The fluctuations can't escape his feelings, and the curtain of silk rain is still appearing. He has actually moved.

"How is it possible?" Poor whispered and whispered, his eyes stiffened. Later, Lin Feng escaped from the blue spring and appeared behind the silk rain. How could this be?

"Coincident, yes, it must be that he is lucky, just escaped." The poor blue eyes fell cold, the silky rain in the void dissipated, I saw him watching Lin Feng, Lin Feng, also looked at him, not flashing Do not avoid.

Suddenly, Lin Feng's body moved, turned into a residual image, disappeared in the same place, and Lin Feng just set up the land, the blue curtain of the water, reappeared there.

The eyes of the poor blue eyes are solidified, coincidence? Lin Feng, is it really luck?

The best way to avoid the blue and yellow springs is to keep the body flashing, so that there is no opportunity for Biyue Huangquan, but Lin Feng, the first time he has escaped, the second time, standing there waiting for him, still easy to avoid open.

"It seems that your pride is the martial arts of this chicken rib. Apart from the martial arts, you are poor and wasteful. It is a waste, and one arm is stronger than you."

Lin Feng saw the loss of the poor blue sky, secretly shaking his head, Wuhun, is the root of martial arts, is very important for martial arts, the powerful Wuhun can make the martial arts improve greatly, but if Wu Xiu forgets itself, blindly Relying on the Wuhun, then, when the Wuhun is restrained, or can not play the effect, this martial arts, nothing.

Wu Xiu, Wu Hun needs, but only rely on Wu Hun, can not go far.

At this time, Lin Feng learned the poor and the blues, but the crowd nodded secretly. They also realized that they seemed to be poor and blue, and they did not show their own strength. The battle was based on the Wuhun, but the martial arts of the poor blues were strong. Let the crowd ignore the other, just think in the heart that the poor blue is too strong to win, Lin Feng is not an opponent.

But the truth is far from it.

"You said that you want to abolish my cultivation, let me take the lead, then I will abolish your cultivation and let you reflect." Lin Feng spit out a voice, let the crowd see a stagnation, what a false statement , abolished, and also reflected? What is the use of re-examination, however, Lin Feng is just a tooth for a tooth, the poor blue and the emperor to say this sentence, Lin Feng can of course return it to him.

Hands raised slightly, Lin Feng's double fists, all burning with flaming flames, incomparably hot, the surrounding space, as if it also burned up, very hot.

"kill!"

Lin Feng’s mouth spit out a voice, and the rolling killing roared. His footsteps stepped out, and the flame fist smashed toward the poor.

"The blue sky is raining."

This time, the poor blue sky was prepared, and the line of silk rain went up against it. It was like a river and a lake. It was flowing in the void, and the body of Lin Feng, who was throwing at him, was stagnant and blocked by the blue rain.

"Wu Hsin, it's not only you." Lin Feng sneered, the purple tentacles bent, and continued to extend toward the poor blue, let the poor blue face change, the blue rain is blocking Lin Feng, if he retreats, silk rain Dissipate, Lin Feng’s fist of flame will surely come.

"Biyue Huangquan."

The poor singer screamed and couldn't take care of it. The body turned into a residual image, and even went directly to the place where the people of the family were located, so that the eyes of the crowd could be slightly solidified.

"His life can only be handed over to you."

Poor blue looked at the parents.

Lin Feng slowly turned around and looked at the poor blues, with endless irony in his eyes, those who care about vain, who thought they were arrogant, but they were just villains.

External arrogance, in danger, will be unscrupulous, dependent on others, and have proud people, since the war, even if they die, they must fight with dignity.