This sword is stabbed by the void, and the blood is turned into a whirlpool. The center of the vortex is the sword of blood. From the heavens and the earth, this moment seems to be the only sword.

"Ink, it’s going to be bad!"

The eyes of the crowd all trembled, staring at the sword, and they could not see the figure of Lin Feng at this time. They only saw the blood sword, the blood sword that went to the front, and the heart trembled.

Obviously, I could not have expected that Lin Feng could actually issue such a sword.

"what……"

A scream of screaming, the blue veins of the ink-stained body were exposed, as if the body had to burst, and the pupils were exposed on the face, and there was no madness. He could not imagine that Lin Feng would be forced to this step.

"Stop!" A raging anger came out, letting the space tremble, and Lin Feng, the heaven and man, was only feeling the soul trembled, screaming, and from heaven and man. Withdrawal in the realm, the trend of the sword is not as strong as it was, and it seems to have been slightly stunned.

"Go." 禹 madly roaring, all the power gathered together and rushed to the sky, banging on the **** sword.

With the sound of squeaking, the blood annihilated the piece of heaven and earth, and then the crowd saw the madness of the body of the ink mad, the whole body is blood, the violent ups and downs, like crazy, staring stare Lin Feng.

Lin Feng's body also landed on the ground, drinking blood swords and swords close to the ground, a drop of blood dripping, is so beautiful, this blood is the blood of the ink.

His eyes turned, Lin Feng's eyes cast on the shadow of the distant sky, flashing a sense of indifference in his eyes.

This person should be the master of the ink, it is that he just made a big drink to make him lose his heart, only feel the soul trembled, that drink, there is no shadow, invisible, seems to contain the attack of the soul, if not just this anger Drinking, now the ink, is already a dead person.

The impermanent gaze also looked at the man, and an unpleasant color flashed through his eyes.

"The ink has been defeated. I will admit defeat on his behalf. I will not participate. It is just a life-saving job." The man stood in the void, his brows never moved, and his voice was calm.

"That drink is already attacking me. Isn't this involved?" Lin Feng's gaze flashed a cold light. This smudged master is also a treacherous villain. If his soul is very powerful, this power of drinking Enough to make his soul suffer trauma, the powerful existence of Tianwujing, the power of drinking, is not the basal of the people can resist, Tianwu, is already another level.

What's more, this master of the ink, not only the only situation of Tianwu, may be stronger.

"Primary, let people stay in the first line, why bother to shoot too hot, you can admit defeat, go back to where you should go, let the next battle begin." Yan Mo's master said indifferently, eyes glanced at Lin Feng, it seems With a few threats.

Do people stay in the line, and the shot is too hot? Is it that Lin Feng wants to kill the ink for no reason?

Too ridiculous!

Lin Feng did not look at the master of the ink, but turned his eyes to the impermanence of the snow, and said: "Predecessors, are they against the rules?"

"Yes." Snow nodded and nodded.

"I believe in my predecessors." Lin Feng slightly succumbed to the impermanence of the snow, and then once again turned his eyes to the ink, a terrible sword, crazy bloom, squatting, all are horrible swords.

A sharp sword mans began to strangle the space, so harsh, whistling between the heavens and the earth.

"Well?" The crowd’s eyes trembled, Lin Feng, what is he doing? Is he still going to kill the ink?

The snow was infinitely strid, and came to the front of the master of the ink, the eyes were cold, and a voice was spit in the mouth: "The people who participated in the snowy ratio are all geniuses. The shrine does not want them to die. If you don't want to kill, you must first kill. I will also stop Lin Feng, but since Zhai Mo has already killed the killer, the ending is up to them. I have already warned once. If you take another shot, Lost City is your burial place."

"The lost city is your burial place!" The crowd's heart trembled, the snow was impermanent, and it was angry.

His words were ignored. Today, he stood in front of the sorcerer’s esteem, undoubtedly showing his position, the hatred between Yan Mo and Lin Feng, and solving it himself. No one can interfere, life and death.

By the life, the master of the ink, even the strongest of the Tianwu situation, if you intervene in the snowy area, the Jingu, kill him.

"Two people who are so good."

The crowd is full of excitement, Lin Feng and snow are impermanent, all are swearing, the strongest people in Tianwujing have shot, Lin Feng is still so persistent, the more you shot, the more I want to kill, the ink, must die, Tianwu The intervention of the strong people will also kill.

Snow is impermanent, and it is a direct threat to others. If you intervene again, it is a dead end.

At this moment, Lin Feng faces the ink, the snow is impermanent, facing the sorcerer's respect, so that the face of the sorcerer's mentor is stiff there, and the master of 禹墨 does not care too much about the impermanence of the snow, however, the snow is impermanent. What about the shrine behind? Since the snow is impermanent, since he presided over the snowy area, he represented the purpose of the shrine. His words are the words of the shrine. He will shoot again, and the city will be his place of burial, which makes his face extremely ugly. The tyrants of the Tianwu strong, threatened, but helpless, because the power of the shrine is placed there.

Lin Feng, holding the sword of blood dripping, walked slowly toward the ink, and his mouth was cold: "In the days of the devil, when you bully me, you thought that there will be today."

The face of the ink was so embarrassing that it was extremely ugly. Of course, he did not think that he had never dreamed of dreaming. In the sky, the person who insulted the ants, now, can kill his life. This is ridiculous, but it is a fact.

Those who participated in the war in the snowy area were also gazing at each other, and their eyes were picked up. This Lin Feng, it is not easy to deal with, even the ink can be defeated.

As for the crowd, the eyes are full of excitement, the more exciting and fierce the battle, the more they want to see, Lin Feng, gave them a huge surprise, of course, this surprise for many people, it is ' Surprise', such as the people of Tianfengguo, such as the people of the Beasts, and, for example, the Moon Hill.

Of course they have not left, many of them even waited to kill Lin Feng, but now, the cruel and dreamlike reality stings their heartstrings, Lin Feng, is already strong.

Jianqi, more and more strong, with Lin Feng as the center, all the heavens and the earth are swords, endless swords, and go to the assassination.

"No, no..." The crowd’s heart trembled, not right, Lin Feng... His kendo will, still strong!

"How is this possible? Lin Feng just hides the strength..." This kendo will directly breaks through the weight, enters the triple kendo will, directly doubles, and enters the martial will will triple.

The heart of the ink snorted, as if the heartstrings were constantly shaking and trembled. How could this be?

"Don't Lin Feng become more powerful?" The crowd suddenly sounded an inexplicable voice, and then they kept shaking their heads. Impossible, Lin Feng has been strong enough. This should be the limit, how is it possible? It can be stronger, it is too horrible, absolutely impossible.

The martyr will, climbing to the triple will to stop, at this moment, the world is already endless swords.

The **** bloody sword is still bleeding, Lin Feng's footsteps slowly walk toward the ink, look at him, whispered: "I understand, just now, just take your sword."

"Learning the sword, practicing the sword." Lin Feng's voice echoed in his ear, and the ink only felt so harsh. Just now, Lin Feng just took him to practice the sword, Lin Feng, so humiliated him.

"Boom!" It seems as if the swords that are drowning in the heavens and the earth are all shot toward him, all of them are swords, endless swords, and Lin Feng’s body has also moved, toward him, fast and fast as a gust of wind.

"Kill you, a sword is enough!"

The sound fell, people were faster, the sword was faster, and a **** sword light was shining from the sky, as if to smash the sky, then the crowd saw the screaming body of the ink, and he actually stayed, he I forgot to resist, or that the will is already crazy, he could not resist, watching the light of the sword falling, leaving a blood mark in the middle of his body.

That blood mark is so shocking.

"Kill you, a sword is enough!"

Lin Feng’s words are still echoing in the void, it’s so shocking, killing ink, just a sword!

禹 ink, die!

Ps: I just had a power outage last night after I finished the chapter. I was depressed. You didn’t come to the top notice.