The elders of that beast door saw Lin Feng’s double-sword artistic conception, and his face was also a sinking, but at this moment his momentum has already reached its peak and it is impossible to retreat.

"Hey..."

The sharp and horrible whistling wind whistling toward the sky, the elders of the beasts of the beasts all took the momentum of the past, as if no one could stop him.

"cut!"

Lin Feng fell, Chaoyang rose, Xiaguang printed on the sword of his real hand, full of vigorous vitality, the sword seems to be slow, but you will find that no matter how you dodge, the light of the sun is still so Hey.

"Booming!"

An incomparable momentum bursts out in the void, and the heavens and the earth seem to be rolling. The unparalleled momentum spreads toward the four sides, and the space forms a powerful airflow.

A roar of the demon rumor came out, and the ray of the sun was slowly broken, and among the crowd's eyes, there was an extremely large ghost of the demon, rising from the sky, as if with an infinite sense of power.

"The three elders of Xuanwujing are really powerful."

The hearts of the crowd sighed with a sigh of relief. The power of the demon phantom is terrible. Even if they are far apart, they can still feel the implied influence.

Then, before they even saw the light of the sun rising, they felt a glare of light coming in, as if there was a ray of sunshine, blooming there.

Lin Feng’s left-handed sword, the sword of great light, blooms and releases the power of destruction.

"Hey, hehe..." The horrible airflow was cut directly by the sword, with the endless rays of light, the sword of the great light pouring down, everything in front of the sword, all the swordsman torn, tearing apart Mouth.

The illusory shadow of the demon cow was also torn open, and was intercepted by the sword of the sun. The momentum of the demon cow has been removed a few points. Now the big light falls, and the demon emptiness cannot be afforded.

"Bison rushed!" The demon ox shadow was torn, and the elders of the beasts of the beasts uttered the sound of a beast, and the face was stunned. The power of the arrogant tyrants blossomed from his body, and there was another way. The shadow of the demon, rising from the sky, seems to be endless.

"Hey!" Lin Feng’s mouth screamed coldly, his eyes were ruthless and cold, and on the right hand, the sword of the real yuan was solidified again. When he saw this sword, the crowd actually gave birth to a hero’s late vicissitudes, as if the world All the prosperity will end.

"It is another kind of kendo conception!"

The eyes of the crowd are showing a strong shocking color. Lin Feng is terrible. One person uses three kinds of kendo artistic conception before and after. Even if the two kendo strongmen cooperate, it is not necessarily perfect.

All of this happens only in a very short moment.

When the Great Sword of Light and the endless monster illusion are disillusioned, the sunset is over, reflecting the figure of the elders of the beast.

At this moment, the elders of this beast door have an illusion. He feels that he is old. This era has long since belonged to him, and belongs to Lin Feng’s generation. This illusion is decadence.

The artistic conception of the sword in the sword made him feel decadent and affect his heart.

"Retreat."

A loud voice came out, and the elders of that beast door trembled fiercely, and the eyes returned to awake, and then his face changed dramatically. Lin Feng’s sword had already arrived.

"Boom!" The elders of this beast door screamed, mobilizing all the real elements, and threw them up against the sword, but the sword of the end of the bustling sword, the power of the real yuan was broken.

"Retire!"

The elders of that beast door squirmed down, and a strong sense of crisis came from, making him feel a little cold.

Good risk, only a little; if no one reminds, Lin Feng’s sword has already fallen on him.

"I still want to go?" Lin Feng's eyes are indifferent, his body is like the wind, falling down, the sword of the sunset swallows the end of the sky.

Fast, Lin Feng's speed is faster than the elders of the beast door, the elders of the beast door can't hide this sword.

"Elders." The other two strong figures appeared in the sky and attacked Lin Feng. However, they saw Lin Feng’s eyes flashing through a demon color. The purple snake wushu roared and rushed toward the two, and they will The body resists.

"Broken!" The owner of the demon tiger martial arts is arrogant and overbearing, directly breaking through the entanglement of the purple snake.

Lin Feng didn't care, his pupils were still ruthless, the dark scorpion was solemn, and a cold mangling flickered. Suddenly, Lin Feng's body disappeared into the original place, turning into a phantom disappeared.

"kill!"

A low-pitched voice came out, attracting the attention of the crowd. I saw it in front of the elders of the beasts. A cross of light suddenly burst into bloom, dazzling and shining, and the elders of the beasts of the beasts trembled. A tearing pain invaded his body.

"Death!" Lin Feng once again roared, like the figure of the wind directly to the front of the elders of the beasts, the light palm of one hand printed on the other's chest, in an instant, the endless red blood splash, shocking.

The elders of the beast door were stiff and looked down at their chests. They saw that there was a gap in the gap. At this time, he was smashed by Lin Feng, and endless fear appeared in his eyes. Is he going to die? He suddenly regretted it, and he died so suddenly.

"Elders."

A screaming voice came, and the demon tiger martial arts strong saw the elders being smashed and stunned. His eyes were full of shock and anger. His body rushed toward Lin Feng, all of which were bloodthirsty. Cold and incomparable.

Lin Feng's gaze was not a little bit swaying, quietly feeling the madness of the attack. When the horrible breath was about to come to him, his body suddenly moved.

The body crossed a perfect trajectory, Lin Feng's figure is like the wind, his sword, moving with the wind, the sword is one, the sword moves with the shadow, silent.

"Hey!"

A soft bang, a subtle wind drifting, and a blood line.

The owner of the demon tiger martial arts was stuck there, not far from the elders of the beast door. In his throat, a faint red color continually poured out.

The eyes of the crowd froze there, and they died. It was only an instant effort. Two strong men of Xuanwujing, one was smashed, and the other was cut by a sword and blood donated.

Seeing their bodies fall to the ground, a soft whistle, the heart of the crowd also trembled, the two strong men of Xuanwujing, so easily killed, and even Lin Feng's body did not touch.

The remaining snake was a strong martial artist, his face was astonished, and the body of two companions fell. His heart was twitching, dead, and all dead.

In addition, the two Xuanwujing two strong players who fought with the singularity were also killed by the savage beast.

Whether it is Lin Feng or his monster partner, he can overcome the challenge.

"escape!"

There is an idea in my mind that can no longer be stopped. Now, the strong man who comes to the door of the beast is left with him and another person who is a double-minded person. Everything is irreparable, and then he will die.

The strong real yuan bloomed on his body, revealing the cold killing intention in his eyes. The power of the real yuan turned into a shadow of the demon snake, attacking Lin Feng, and his body moved, but not toward Lin Feng. Instead, he turned and turned away from the distance.

Escape, this is the only way to live.

However, can he escape?

In the rushing fire, the old and the old body did not move, ready to shoot, see the man running away, their eyes flashed a sneer.

Then, at the moment they wanted to move, there was a gust of wind. I saw Lin Feng’s body turned into a phantom, moving with the wind, letting their eyes condense, then stopped the body ready to move, and the corner of his mouth showed a smile. In fact, it seems that they do not need to be shot at all.

"No!"

A screaming voice full of fear came out, and the man seemed to feel the wind behind him, his eyes filled with endless fear.

However, since he came here, the ending is already doomed. The sword of the wind squats, his escaped body is stiff there, and there is blood donation in the eyebrows.

"Hey!" A slight sound came out, and then the crowd's heart suddenly trembled. I saw the three strong men who fled the Xuanwujing. The body was directly torn open by a sword behind it. It was split from the middle, **** and glaring. .

Ps: There are not a few flowers for Mao today. Depressed, how do you say that there are two more in the morning!