Chapter 112: Ultimate battle

C_t; Lingwu College, a tall building. [Super look good]. Update is fast.
The two figures stood in the wind, and the one on the left was white-browed, and the yin-faced face was full of eyes. His eyes sparkled and his body was extremely sharp. At this moment, he was staring coldly at Ling Feng.
The man on the right is Xia Yun, and he sighs. "Can the purple elders see it clearly?"
"On the same day, Zirui injured Yunmeng and two disciples at Lingwu College. Lingfeng was angry and shot, and it was all right in the matter."
"Under the circumstances, although he has the suspicion of pretending to be a disciple of the Holy Mountain, he has nothing to do with the killing of Sun."
"Humph!"
Purple elder face ‘color’ sinks, a sigh of sadness and sorrow, disappears.
His grandson is dead!
When the news was sent back to the 'medicine' sect, he was angry and wanted to kill the entire Lingwu Academy and Lingcheng. However, Zirui had too much evil in the 'medicine' sect, even the lords and elders. They are quite angry.
When he came here, he also wanted to win the support of the lord and the elders, but unfortunately they all ended in failure.
Therefore, he can only come one.
For Ling Feng, although he really wants to kill him, but there is Xia Yun protection, the latter's strength, can not be inferior to the ‘color’ to him, let him feel a little bit.
"It is regrettable to let Sun die."
Xia Yun's faint road.. "But it has nothing to do with my Lingwu Academy, but the sect of the sect of the sect, and the final sect of the sect is also in the hands of the sorcerer..."
He sighed with a sigh.
Purple elders blush like blood, hate in the heart, he is such a favorite pet grandson, but somehow died, and the culprit has been fussy, and the three are from the sect, lost the support of the lord, let Did he kill the sect?
"Oh, no matter who you are, kill my grandson, I will let him die!"
Purple elder face ‘color’ suddenly purple and green, entrenched repeatedly, can only endure anger, eyes ‘yin’ sunny and uncertain road..
Summer Dean, Zimou disturbed, this will leave!

After that, he flew down, like a big bird, went straight away, and disappeared into Lingwu College in the blink of an eye.
"call"
Xia Yun looked at the purple elders and left, and could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. Now, the 'medicine' sect is not a martial arts college. If the purple elders really want to start with Ling Feng, he can only fight with the scalp.
However, he has his jealousy, and the purple elders also have his taboos.
Nowadays, it can be said that the whole 'medicine' sect is very vocal to him. The disciples are far away from him, even the lord is. If there is no conclusive evidence, he will provoke the 'medicine' sect to the Lingwu Academy, Lingcheng, etc. Even the sect, it will be even more disadvantageous for him. ()
In the evening, Ling Feng returned to the thatched cottage, followed by a golden lion reading.
"No, break through the martial arts as soon as possible."
Ling Feng threw it to the golden lion, and the future is already a martial art nine-level monster. It is only a ‘door’ foot, and Ling Feng hopes that it will become stronger.
"嗷呜"
The golden lion’s happy glimpse immediately swallowed the condensed crystal, ran into the wild grass and broke through alone.
"Little wind, today my sister will give you a whole tiger!"
Ling Qing smiles like ‘flower’, skillfully cleaning a white tiger, full of ‘spring’ wind.
Today, Ling Feng advances to the ultimate battle, which makes Xiao Nizi happy. The once-weak young boy, the black and thin ‘female’ have grown up and deserve to be celebrated.
"噗嗤"
About an hour, a white tiger has been baked golden, gold grease has been dripping down, the fragrance has drifted far away, so that Lingfeng throat moves.
Then, Ling Feng and Ling Qing both sat on the ground and tore off the two beasts 'legs', and they were full of oil...
The curved moon is high, the Lingfeng eyes are very heavy, the promotion is over, the 16th century is decided, but he knows that every battle in the future will not be easy, because all who can advance to the ultimate battle are The five or six-level martial arts, and people like cold-blooded, dragon scorpion, etc., are definitely nine-level martial artists, even stronger.
Of course, the most difficult thing for Ling Feng is not them, but...
"Just tonight!"
His eyes were condensed, and the two Jinxuan stones were taken out, and they were slightly shattered, and all the golden ‘color’ suffocation was poured into the mouth.
Then he took out another condensate, and he still entered his mouth.
"bang"
The next moment, a huge aura and a golden ‘color’ suffocating, instantly burst into his mouth and rushed into his body...
On the fourth day, the ultimate battle began!
Whether it is the elders of the Lingyuan or the elders of the spiritual 'doors', they are sitting on the temporary observation platform, looking at each other and looking forward to it.
This time, Mo Ling’s ultimate battle, evenly matched, has advanced to eight people.
The sky is just shining, the people in the spiritual courtyard are already crowded, and the black is pressed. Some people have already come in order to occupy a favorable position, and some people have climbed the hill on the edge of the battle platform, so that they can see more. Clear.
The voices of the people are soaring, and everyone is looking forward to it!
Soon after, the Molings came to the top 16 and the two forces were cheering, especially the disciples of the Lingwu Academy. They were 'excited' and moved. They have been pressed by Mo Yunzong all the time. This year, they are finally proud. .
Lingwu College, this is the solitary rain moon, the next day, Li Wei, Wang Qiushui, Mo Kong, Qian Gao, Li Wei, Ling Feng.
Mo Yunzong is, cold blood, Longyan, Sun Tian, ​​Shui Linglong, Leng Yu, Han Tian, ​​Cai Xingyun, Jiang Yu reads;
Top 16 of the peak!
Today, the top eight and the top four will be decided. How can people not be motivated?
"Duo You Yu Yue Shi Jie, will win!"
"The brother of the next day, you can definitely reach the semi-finals!"
This is the scream of people's struggle. Lingwu College has been so grievous for so many years, they are eager for a hearty victory.
"Who can stop the cold-blooded brother's style?"
"Long Yao brothers shot, all have to be spiked!"
Mo Yunzong gave a strong counterattack, they also need a big victory to defend the status of Mo Yunzong.
Compared with everyone, the 16th round is much calmer.
A few people, such as the rainy month and the next day, stand side by side, and the eyes are gleaming. They are also eager to try, and this war is expected for too long, even cold-blooded, dragons and so on.
In this regard, Ling Feng is a breeze, but there is a strong confidence in the bones. He is even more different in the night.
At the center of the Lingyuan, the four major battle platforms have now synthesized a big battle platform. Twenty feet, the cracked steel and wood have been re-stamped.
The sun is light, the 16th strongest team has embarked on the battle platform, and ‘pump’ signed a decisive battle!
The first battle, the next day against the cold feathers!
For a time, the whole scene was aphasia, everyone stared at the next day and the cold feathers, and immediately, both of them slowly stepped on stage.
The next day, when the sword was held, the whole person seemed to be domineering, and the cold feather was a hand-held spear, such as a green bamboo, but the fierce breath could not be concealed.
"Whizzing"
Turbulently, the two afterimages remained in place, and the next day and the cold feathers quickly smashed the past, and the whole person was like a breeze.
"choke"
Under the sword, the eight martial arts airflows instantly waved, bursting the air, and the steel and wood trembled and screamed.
The cold feathers shined, and the spears pierced, like a blue ‘color’ lightning, and the sword ‘fierce’.
"Hey..."
On the entire battle platform, there was a lot of trembling. Whether it was the next day or the cold feathers, it showed the power of the younger generation, and the eight-level martial artist changed the color.
"Wind bell three!"
The cold feathers slammed and the spears speared out. A burst of strength burst into the air, forming a stream of light, and rushing to the next day.
This is a prefecture-level martial arts!
"Big sword!"
The next day was scornful, the sword was shining, and the eight martial arts airflows were all condensed on the sword, and bravely greeted them.
"when"
The blast of Wujing blasted open, and the cold feathers snorted, and a stream of blood flowed out from the corner of the mouth. Although it was also an eight-level martial artist, he still had to be a bit less than the next day.
"Windbell second style!"
He rebelled and smashed out, and three strong moments came in, such as the steel knife that the three handles flew out, so that the steel and wood were torn out of the road, and the air trembled like a water wave. 'Generally cracked open.
This power is much stronger than before.
"Baby sword second style!"
At the same time, the next day, the sword was shining, the sword smashed down, the terrible sound blasted, and the sword smashed the three wind blades one by one. On the top, Juli flew out the cold feathers.
His arm was numb, and the next day was a little more terrible than he thought.
"The third style of wind chimes!"
Daddy, he screamed in the sky, the spear spears gently, and suddenly, the sky flew out of the nine wind blades, dazzling, and killed the past to the next day.
"Is this all your strength?"
The next day, I smiled coldly, and there was no fear of jealousy. He slashed his sword and smashed a sword.
"啵"
The air 'swing' opened a shackle and formed a sword. It was formed by the condensed airflow of eight martial arts. It was only one inch long. When it flew out, the whole battle platform was trembled. The steel under the soles of the feet instantly collapsed.
This is the third style of the sword!
"Hey..."
When the nine wind blades touched the small sword, they broke into pieces and formed Wu Jingyu. The small sword also dimmed, but Yu Wei still killed the cold feathers.
"Block me!"
Cold feather face ‘color’ movement, all efforts to resist, a spear to crush the little sword.
"唰"
At this moment, a sword was stabbed in the air. When "a" sounded, the spear was shot and the sword was like a lightning bolt. It pierced the shoulder of the cold feather and killed it.
"Boom"
The next moment, the face of the next day 'color' was suddenly cold, the sword fell, and the cold feathers were 'pumped' on the steel, and the sword sharply tore out a big hole, and the blood spurted out. The cold feathers are struggling, and after all, they can't climb.
Cold feather defeat!
At this moment, Mo Yunzong's disciples were a little dumb fire, and God's ‘color’ was dim. The previous ‘exciting’ movements seemed to have been poured with cold water and instantly extinguished.
That day is not a general power, even the eight-level martial arts can easily be defeated, which makes many people jealous.
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