In the twinkling of an eye, the day is over, the murderous storm is still the same, and even more and more concentrated. With the Taohualin Manor as the center, no one dares to approach.

In the distance, the people of Tianyi College still refused to leave. They looked at the meaning of the smashing of the world. It was terrible. Their dean, Yan Yuping, was practicing martial arts in the end. It is necessary to kill the heavens and the earth.

Where the crowd will know, at this moment their powerful president, Yan Yusheng, his face pale as paper, as strong as him, at this moment, the atmosphere is ups and downs.

Two days later, Lin Feng, this guy, even though he was sure to wake up, he still sat in the original position, his eyes closed, but the murderousness that bloomed from him was getting stronger and stronger, very terrifying.

"Lin Feng, if you don't wake up again, I can't stand it."

Yan Yu’s mouth was exposed with a bitter smile, and his heart secretly said, but his hands were still fluctuating with strings, and the gas of killing penetrated from his fingers.

The sky is gradually darkening, but the real murderous storm in the void is dotted with space to illuminate this piece.

Many people began to go back to rest, it seems that the dean's cultivation, can not stop today.

In the peach blossom forest, the smoke and rain are full of swells and swells, and the bitter smile in the mouth is getting more and more.

"puff!"

"Hey..."

Two subtle voices were heard in the dark night of Xiao Xiao. In the dark night, there was a bright red blood bloom. It was the blood spurted out of the smoke and rain. It was not that he did not insist, but he had reached the limit, Yin Hong. Blood spits on the strings and a string breaks.

This slap in the world has finally stopped, but the suffocation between the heavens and the earth is still tremulous and terrible.

The ups and downs of the chest gradually subsided, and Yan Yu looked at Lin Feng with his eyes closed in front of him. He shook his head. This guy...has not yet woken up, and did not know when to wake up.

At this time, Lin Feng with his eyes closed, his heart has no distracting thoughts, and everything tends to be silent. In his mind, a sword and a black sword are suspended there.

This sword appeared again, but Lin Feng looked at him, and there was a completely different sentiment. Destruction and killing were the martyrdom will of this sword.

This sword of God of War, he never realized through, but every time he went to feel it, there will be a different harvest.

Especially at this time, this black sword seems to feel the burning of the heart in Lin Feng's heart, but also full of endless Xiaoxiao.

"Hey, hey..."

Lin Feng's eyes are open, and a substantial sword is swept out of his eyes, meaning endless killing.

"Bang!" A loud noise, the body of the smoke and rain retired, and the stone chair that sat down directly turned into a powder.

This retreat is a few tens of meters away. The smoke and rain reveal a sharp edge in the eyes. The light of the killing is so strong. Lin Feng’s will to kill is like all in that gaze, suddenly blooming in the night, terrible.

Looking up, Yan Yu looked at Lin Feng, and saw that Lin Feng’s body skyrocketed, and the endless killing of the gas could not hurt him.

What makes the smoke and rain even more shocking is that in front of Lin Feng, the sword is madly condensed, and there is a sword, the sword of the real yuan, but the sword of the real yuan is black.

"Black sword!"

The smoke and rain looked at the sword with great enthusiasm, and it was so powerful that it destroyed the meaning of killing.

"Hey, hey..."

The whistling wind blew in the sudden, and the smog of the rain and rain was once again stagnation. I saw the intention of killing in the void, and it was madly integrated into the black sword and swallowed by the black sword.

"This... is this?" The eyes of the smoke and rain are full of incomprehensible colors. How can this be the case? The black sword can still swallow the slash of the sky and let its own sword kill the artistic conception. More and more intense.

Lin Feng's scorpion is dark and cold, and his body is extremely strong.

This is the sword in the mind, just like the Nether Flame. As for the sword of God of War that he used before, there is no essence of this sword.

The black sword slowly moved and floated over the top of Lin Feng’s head, which was even more silent in the dark.

Many people who still haven't left around feel only trembled, as if they had slashed swords and slashed swords against them, tearing their bodies apart.

Looking up, the crowd found that in the land above the manor, the real swordsmanship became more and more, and there, there seemed to be a sword, but it was invisible.

It’s too dark, and the sword is almost exactly blended with the night.

What the crowd can see is only a vague figure. It seems that it is not the figure of the rain, but the figure of Lin Feng.

"No, how Lin Feng will be there, it must be an illusion." The crowd shook his head and expelled the idea in his mind. Although Lin Feng is talented and powerful, it is impossible to have such a strong killing sword. Artistic conception is too horrible.

Not only do they not believe, but even the smoke and rain have some unbelief, and the sword... has already had a martial will, this feeling is...

Some of the realm of smoke and rain can't be imagined. The level of the realm is that he always wants to step in. The smoke and rain are clear and clear. Only when he enters that level, can he really be called a strong person, and he can be called a practitioner. Wudao, Wuzhidao.

"Lin Feng, come down." Yan Yu Pingsheng saw the ruined black sword slowly moving, and a cold drink, the voice trembled Lin Feng heart.

Lin Feng trembled, and then his eyes recovered.

what happened? What happened to him? The whole person was immersed in the killing of the sword and forgot where he was. If it was not a reminder of the rain and rain, his sword would be smashed.

The body trembled, the black sword disappeared into the invisible, and a murderous gas directly integrated into his body, and then stepped on the footsteps, Lin Feng landed on the ground.

"teacher."

Lin Feng shouted at the smoke and rain, and saw that there was still a trace of blood left in the mouth of the smoke, and his face was pale, and he could not help but squat.

"Teacher, what's wrong with you?"

Lin Feng has a doubt in his tone. Here, no one seems to be hurting the rain and rain. Of course, no one can hurt.

The smoke and rain were alive, and I smiled and took a look at Lin Feng.

"Nothing." Shaking his head slightly, the smoke and rain did not say anything.

"Teacher, who made this?" Lin Feng obviously does not believe that the words of the rain and rain, such as the smoke and rain, this level of strong, how can easily bleed, pale, unless it is really not a light injury, and At this moment, the breath of smoke and rain seems to be not stable and very strange.

Who can make him like this with the terror strength of the smoke and rain?

Yan Yu Pingsheng looked at Lin Feng, but shook his head helplessly.

Lin Feng’s eyes flashed a bit of a weird look, and suddenly it seemed like he understood something.

"Teacher, is it me?"

Lin Feng gaze tightly at the rain and rain. His cultivation is a few days long. No one else except him.

Looking at Lin Feng does not seem to stop, the smoke and rain nodded slightly.

"Lin Feng, your understanding, very horrible, this epiphany practice is more than two days, even with my heart, can not continue to play the music world Xiaoxiao, or if I continue, maybe you can continue Comprehend."

There is a bit of self-blame in the tone of the smoke and rain. Lin Feng’s feelings are so rare that it is very difficult to encounter. Therefore, Lin Feng does not wake up, and the smoke and rain are always playing at all times, hoping to let Lin Feng more understand in that state. Some moments.

When I heard the rain and rain, Lin Feng’s eyes were a little bit embarrassing and grateful, and he took a deep breath.

It turned out that the smoke and rain were injured, but it was for him.

He and the smoke and rain are not close to each other, but the rain and rain have only helped him Lin Feng several times. Today, he does not hesitate to play the music, just to let him not wake up from the epiphany.

Yan Yu was born to his grace, Lin Feng remembered in his heart.

"Teacher, thank you!"

Lin Feng was slightly stunned by the smoke and rain.

Although the world is ruthless, there are still many people who have feelings and righteousness. Otherwise, it is not too boring to live. These people with affection and righteousness, Lin Feng, will cherish it.

Ps: I was dragged by the boss. You know, the update is late, and today it is estimated to be 6 more. .