All the sharp eyes of the road fell on Lin Feng's body.

Especially in the direction of the Snow Moon Temple, the eyes of Dapeng Gongzi and Luo Xuegong have emerged as a killing.

And Duan Sirius, his face is colder and bitter cold.

Today, the Sirius King has no previous style, and the black silk is full of white hair, full of bleak and vicissitudes. It seems to be a lot old, but if you look at his eyes, you will find the eyes of Sirius. Hey, it’s sharper and more intense.

The repair of Duan Sirius is even worse than before!

Lin Feng, he only looked at the pair of Sirius's nephews, and he knew that the other side had not spent any time in the past, and he had improved a lot.

What Lin Feng didn't know was that after he wiped off the cold, Duan Sirius turned black hair into white hair. From then on, he rarely asked about the Xueyue Holy Apostle, and he practiced it. He did, and he killed himself one day to kill Lin Feng. Revenge for his son Duan Han.

Lin Feng said that his section of the Sirius godson had no way, so that Duan Sirius instantly gave birth to endless grievances and murderousness, and flew to Lin Feng, so that the bamboo poles were shaking in the Xiangjiang River.

"Lin Feng, you will soon regret it, everything you have done for you, sigh in front of us." Chu Zhanpeng's voice is indifferent, his face is full of color, today, it will be the end of Lin Feng, see He can still laugh for a while.

"Two years ago, you went to my Yunhaizong dignitary. At that time, I wanted my life. You are one of the eight sons. At that time, I was the weakest person in the martial arts. I have feared you now. Two years have passed, I have been repaired from the martial arts to the present, and I have been rehabilitated in Xuanwujing, and you have improved such a poor cultivation, and said that I will confess, eight sons, ridiculous, sad."

Lin Feng’s irony made the crowd’s heart tremble. It turned out that Chu Zhanpeng and Lin Feng met each other two years ago, and there was a grudge. At that time, Chu Zhanpeng was already one of the eight sons, and Lin Feng’s talent was in the realm. I am afraid that at that time, Lin Feng was in the eyes of Chu Zhanpeng, and he was a thoroughly ants.

"Two years, from the martial arts to the Xuanwujing two, a terrible talent."

The crowd feels very sad. They rarely know that the genius youth who are now dazzling in the snow are two years younger than most of them.

Compared with Lin Feng, Chu Zhanpeng, who was already the Eighth son of the year, was really too low to improve, but everyone also understood that the higher the cultivation. The more difficult it is to upgrade, the more leap that is achieved.

"Brother, his speed of cultivation seems to be much faster than you!"

Among the voids, next to Ling Tian, ​​his teacher’s shallow smile made Ling Tian’s eyes cold and coldly screamed: “How about the speed of cultivation, but Xuanwujing’s double repair is only in Yangzhou City. I can ruin him. The sculpture, today, I can also take his life."

"Of course, with the trivial repair of the brothers and the Xuanwujing, and with the sword of Aurora, killing him is easy."

The young man giggled and let Ling Tian’s face look better. His eyes showed pride and said: “That is natural.”

However, at this time, the young man was thinking in his heart: "I heard that this child has killed 12 Xuanwu strongmen not long ago. Among them, there are three people who have been repaired by Xuanwujing, and none of them have escaped. All died. Terror, if he doesn't provoke me, then it will stop, I won't mess with him."

Ling Tian is proud and arrogant, but he is not a brainless person. If he wants to kill 12 Xuanwu strong players, he can kill, but it will be very difficult. Lin Feng kills, which undoubtedly proves the strength of Lin Feng.

The girl’s eyes are flashing, thoughtful.

"The strength of the brothers is threefold in Xuanwujing. Lin Feng is two-fold in Xuanwujing, but it is definitely stronger than most people in Xuanwujing. If the brothers are against him, it will be a fierce battle, perhaps with the sword of the ultimate light and shadow. The brothers can win, but they will never be easy. It is best not to collide."

The girl secretly thought in her heart. When she heard Lin Feng killing the 12 Xuanwu strong players, she was also quite shocked. I did not expect the command of Yangzhou City in the district to be so strong.

Chu Zhanpeng looked cold and cold, staring at Lin Fengdao: "You will regret it."

"Hey!" Lin Feng smiled coldly, then did not look at Chu Zhanpeng again, looked up and looked at the crowd in the void.

"Broken Blade City, Yunfei Yang."

At this moment, a vast voice in the distance came from far away, and only a figure volleyed.

Fast, fast to the extreme, like a phantom.

"Although I have never received an invitation letter, I still want to see some snowy geniuses, no wonder."

The sound of the rolling, the swift figure is directly into the dark bondage, without any barrier, then the footsteps directly into the tumbling fog, mad roaring back, then retreat to the side, the clouds flying The body also went straight into it.

“Isn't you invited?” The crowd looked stagnate, and then their eyes looked at the soft sedan on the water. Didn't it mean that no one was missing? This cloud is flying and the strength is no small feat.

"With strength, you can."

There is an ethereal sound in the soft car, which is very free and easy.

"Broken Blade City!" Lin Feng's eyes condensed. For a long time, he did not hear the news of the Broken Blade City. The one who had been burned by him, did these geniuses come out?

But watching this cloud flying, the voice is bold, the smile is free and easy, the whole life has a hero that belongs to the Wanli Desert, and it is not a single person. It is indeed like a person coming out of the border, and it may even be broken. The other end of the blade is moving around.

"A musk time is coming."

There was another voice coming out of the soft car. Lin Feng looked at the void and smiled similarly to the dream. Then the body volleyed and walked toward the black mist.

However, this time, Lin Feng did not pass the black fog, but from the dark fog around the circle, slowly falling, the generals in the dark bound circle, paragraph seal did not go, although Duan Feng also received an invitation letter, But this time the genius gathering, the time of the section is not enough to release his light, you can look at it here.

Everyone saw that Lin Feng’s movements were all smashed, avoiding the dark fog from the above to the dark bondage? this is okay too?

"This guy……"

The crowd is speechless. This dark **** is surrounded by circles. Everyone knows that they can enter from above and below. It’s just that the crowd does not dare to think like that. The genius event, so walk in, is not too boring, too shameful, in the soft sedan The person himself said, the dark **** is the poisonous fog of the dragon, which can block some people, but if everyone is the same as Lin Feng, how can it be blocked?

It can only be said that Lin Feng did not care at all. He did not like the other people, and entered the country with great momentum, showing his own strength.

These are all illusory in Lin Feng's view, and soon, it is time to truly verify the strength.

With Yunfeiyang, Lin Feng and dreams entering the black fog circle, there are 32 people and 32 young talents. The weakest is Xuanwujing, but only a few people. .

The most cultivated ones are actually the three strongest people in Xuanwujing. It can be seen that these people have high talents, and the three kingdoms of Xuanwujing. The people of the older generation are rarely reached, but these people are no more than thirty. .

"Time has arrived." At this time, next to the soft car, an old man raised his head and said something. Immediately, his body vacated and stood in front of the crowd, watching everyone: "Everyone, Surrounded by this dark circle, standing next to it."

"Well?" The people have some doubts. Should they stand by this dark poisonous fog? What is this?

However, they still obeyed, standing evenly next to the poisonous mist, forming a circular arc.

"The invited people, in terms of talent, are considered to be snow geniuses, but only with the pressure of death, with a very strong will, can become a real strong, and now everyone is not allowed to move. ”

The old man’s slow opening makes the crowd’s pupils shrink for a while, and everyone is not allowed to move. What does he want to do?

At this time, the nine dragons lying on the surface of the water once again shook up, raised their heads, and screamed.

The darkness of the rolling air madly spit out, the darkness bound the fog, the roaring roaring, and the violent violent, and the old man, the palm of his hand, the black fog, as if to condense a special handprint.

Dark fog, roaring, madness, obscuring the moon, covering the sky, swallowing away from the crowd, and swallowing all the bodies.