Everyone's eyes are fixed on Lin Feng's body. In the last two wars, Lin Feng, who will choose who will fight first?

"Lin Feng, now, let's choose." Snow's impermanent eyes fell on Lin Feng's body and asked.

"He." Lin Feng pointed to the Mausoleum, a calm opening said, since Duan Wudao defeated the Mausoleum, then it began from the Mausoleum, if the Emperor Mausoleum did not fight, let alone the Duan Duan.

The emperor’s eyes flashed, and a cold flash of light flashed, staring at Lin Feng.

"Why, there is no need to continue fighting." The emperor said a faint voice, although he lost to Duan Duo, but his arrogance is especially good, Lin Feng, how could he fight with him, if it is his mausoleum Lost to this unseen Lin Feng, it is too shameful.

In the eyes of the Emperor Mausoleum, the last two wars were unnecessary and had no meaning. Lin Feng was only looking for abuse.

"You always think that you are the strongest person in the snowy field. How is it now?" Lin Feng said faintly, letting the eyes of the emperor's eye slightly condense, although Lin Feng's voice is very calm, but its intention is undoubtedly ironic. He, you think you are the strongest, why is it second now? Then, what is the qualification of his mausoleum and he is here to speak big.

"Very good, since you have to fight, I will tell you, what is eucalyptus, what does it mean?"

The emperor's footsteps spanned, and it appeared in the front of Lin Feng. It was not far from the front of Lin Feng. The embarrassing arrogance of the dying sky was overwhelming, and Lin Feng oppressed the past, and the meaning of heaven rose.

When I reached out and grabbed it, the surrounding world seemed to be controlled by the Emperor Mausoleum. The whirlpool of horror squeezed toward Lin Feng and wanted to kill Lin Feng.

"The ants actually want to fight for the front, sober." The Emperor's fist clenched, and the more powerful and terrible power was madly oppressed on Lin Feng's body, letting Lin Feng feel only a tight body, as if to crush him.

The distorted space creates an illusion, the crowd trembles, the mausoleum is too strong, maybe you can't feel his power when he fights with Duan Duo, but when he fights with Lin Feng, he feels free to hit, as if Killing Lin Feng, this contrast can bring shock, against the horror of the Mausoleum.

Lin Feng’s arm was slowly lifted up in the chaotic space and placed on the back. The slowly extending hand was so stable that there was no vain.

A scorn, blood sword appeared, **** brilliance bloomed around, a terrible sword, slowly diffused out, resisting the oppressed space.

"Hey!" The sound of the soft sound came out, the blood sword came out of the sheath, hanging on the ground, the tip of the sword point, the blood is getting thicker and thicker, the horrible sword is more and more profitable.

"Hey, hehe..." The terrible swordsman swayed in the space, making a whistling sound, weakening the oppressive gas, and the will of the kendo began to bloom, with Lin Feng as the center, all of which were the swordsman of the strangle, the more The more you come.

"Cangtian." Emperor Ling screamed, and the fists opened and then clasped. The heavens and the earth seemed to be one, and the power of terror was once again pressed against Lin Feng. The will of the heavens he possessed was the resistance of Lin Feng’s kendo will. of.

Feeling the increasingly strong oppressive force, the sword around Lin Feng is getting more and more terrible. Kendo will be heavy, double, triple, and quadruple... The crazy sword is roaring, in the void, as if There have been countless swords, but this does not seem to be over, and the sword is still insane.

"Kill!" A terrible blood blooms, and it is almost unbelievable. The bound space is divided into two, as if it was cut off by this sword, and the **** brilliance will open the sky.

Kendo will, the fifth!

The eyes of the crowd are trembled, Lin Feng’s kendo will, breaking through the fourth weight, stepping into the fifth martial will, Lin Feng, and Ling Xiaozhan, breaking the arm of Ling Xiao, only using the four kendo will He also hides his strength. At this moment, the sword that he blooms on his body will smash the will of the heavens that comforts him. The heavens will be annihilated under the will of this kendo, and he will not be able to bind him.

Lin Feng’s kendo will, surpassing the fourth weight, and entering the fifth weight, this **** sword is the beginning of a real battle.

The mausoleum of the Emperor Mausoleum is also a wrinkle, but after all, he is not comparable to Ling Xiao, the body is slightly retreating, his hands are gripped, and the will of the heavens oppresses toward the horrible **** sword light, slightly resisting the forward trend of the sword. At the same time,

The fear of the true Yuan power roared wildly in his fist, destroying the boxing of the heavens, and the sound of the rumble of the heavens and the earth, banging on the terrible blood.

Jianguang was finally annihilated. However, when Emperor Mausoleum looked up, he found that Lin Feng was vacant. From the void, he was directly slashed by a sword. The five martial arts will be full of Xuanwujing, and all the heavens and the earth were bloody. The swordsman, there is nothing else.

"Kill!" Emperor Ling screamed, the body skyrocketed, the horrible destruction of the sky to the swordsman, more powerful than Lin Feng's real power release.

"The second sword!"

The sword in the hands of Lin Feng was slightly twisted, and the sound of the cymbal came out. The body was like the wind, and a sword stabbed the throat of the emperor.

"Give me a certain." The mausoleum of the Emperor's hand was violently gripped, and the terrible oppressive force oppressed the sword. The terrible real element of the palm of the emperor's hand was directly buckled toward the blood sword, and the blood sword was to be buckled.

"The third sword." A **** brilliance blooms out, the space is all the sword of the blood-sucking sword, the ruthless endless sword gas rushes out toward the Emperor Mausoleum, and the thorns of the Emperor's Mausoleum hurt.

"Take me away." The emperor roared, and both palms were launched at the same time. All the power of the mountain was oppressed to Lin Feng’s sword and Lin Feng’s body. Lin Feng only felt that a mountain was pressing against him, and it was suffocating. The power of the mausoleum is terrible.

"The fourth sword!" The power of the horror of the sensation blooms. Lin Feng stabbed a sword. This sword seems to be unremarkable. Without the momentum of the sky, it directly stabbed the point of the force of the mountain. This sword After the stabbing, the terrible power seemed to collapse in an instant and collapsed around.

"Kill!" The **** sword trembles, with the body of Lin Feng moving, the endless blood-colored sword shadows cover the sky, the crowd can not even see where the sword is, only to see the endless scary swordsmanship, heaven and earth In the meantime, all are sword shadows.

"Great, who said that Lin Feng does not have the power of a battle." The eyes of the crowd stared at the endless sword, the martial art will be the fifth, terrible.

"Give me a roll!"

A horrible roar of anger swells out, and the heavens seem to be shaking, turning upside down, and the inexhaustible swordsman is finally annihilated, only a piece of swords, constantly breaking.

"The thirteenth sword!"

A solemn voice came out of the space, and then the crowd saw a little **** swordsmangling in the void, demon and terrible.

The sound of the cymbal came out, the crowd in the fierce space and the endless swordsman finally disappeared, and the space finally returned to calm and completely calmed down.

The head of the Emperor Mausoleum was slightly lowered, reaching out and touching his lungs. The blood stained his hands, which was so glaring.

Seeing that blood, the pupils of the crowd were all condensed and injured. The Emperor Mausoleum was injured under the thirteenth sword of Lin Feng’s **** sword.

Looking up, the Emperor Ling looked at Lin Feng, it seems that some still can't believe it.

"You, hurt me?" A slight voice spit out from the mouth of the Mausoleum, Lin Feng, that sword actually hurt him.

"Yushu, not self-sufficient." Lin Feng's faint opening, the voice is full of endless irony, this is the Emperor's Mausoleum, but at this time Lin Feng's heart also sighs, the strength of this mausoleum, Very terrible, the last sword of the **** thirteen swords, with the power of the five martial arts will only hurt him.

"Repent." Heaven looked up, the power of blood was once again crazy, his breath, crazy climb, reaching the peak of Xuanwujing, the peak of Xuanwu.

When the rising breath stopped, the emperor's footsteps crossed, and the sound of the bang came out, as if the sky was trembled, and the terrible heaven and earth oppressed the power, and it became more and more terrible.

"Repent, I never know what to regret."

Lin Feng holds a **** sword, his eyes are calm, and a horrible breath blooms from his body. His breath is as high as the emperor's tomb.

"boom!"

The terrible power seems to break through the bondage, Xuanwujing, eight heavy!

Lin Feng, Xuanwujing eight repairs!

The crowd only feels that the heart has been hit by the shackles. It is too shocking. The Xuanwujing is eight-folded, and the five-way kendo will. At this moment, Lin Feng is the complete Lin Feng!

Ps: Today's retreat code word, seeking motivation!