Chapter 116: evildoer

C_t; "What is the crystallization of air?"
The elders of Lingwu College are staring at the Lingfeng Golden Blood Dragon Sword in amazement. The 'color' flashes, but they never see through, but everyone can feel the power of the battle. [Look at the latest chapter of the book, please go to >>> Cotton _._. Flowers _._. Sugar _._. Small _._._._.<<<]. More recent chapter visits: ww.
"very scary!"
Mo Yunzong’s elders are ‘color’ and dignified.
"Master won!" Ziyun waved a small fist, ‘sports’ movement.
Even Lingqing and Yunmeng seem to be inspiring. This is the glory of the alchemy ‘door’. You can play the top ten masters of the spiritual ‘door’ so fiercely. The more four levels of fighting, the two masters of the two forces.
"It's very strong, I hope he can meet when he is in the quarter-finals!" Cold-blooded and smiled.
"After all, it is not a nine-level martial artist, it still has to be defeated!"
"A enchanting birth was born!"
The solitary rainy month and the next day are all shaking hands. Everyone regards Ling Feng as a dark horse, but whoever knows that the latter is truly strong.
"Roar!"
Suddenly, a roar of anger slammed out from Han Tiankou. His eyes were yin and yin, and the seven martial arts airflows flew out, cracking the steel and wood, and fell on the battle platform.
"How do you think this is over?"
He stared straight at Lingfeng, and his eyes were burning. Since he entered Mo Yunzong, he has never eaten such a big loss. He lost his face and lost it. He can make him not hate, not angry, not killing. !
"come on!"
Ling Feng waved his hand to the wood chips, and glanced at Han Tian, ​​said: "I am in a hurry and know that this is not your strongest strength."
This is still the sentence!
Everyone’s mouth is awkward. Is this guy going to suffocate people? !
"I will let you know that some people are not what you can despise!"
Han Tian clasped the golden 'color' sword and his eyes were crazy.
Then, a low force slowly rushed out of Dantian, and the eighth jingjing airflow also swirled up and shone the blood-stained face.
Eight-level martial artist!
This is his true strength!
"kill!"
He screamed, and the 'wave' knife once again smashed out. A knife was turned into a half-length, crystal clear, just like the essence, and under the knife, there was a 'wave' trend. It was cut off by it.
"嗡".
The knife rainbow was even brighter, flashing, and the power rose a bit, and he quickly slammed down.
"Karb"
The steel and wood cracked, it was crushed by the momentum, the air 'chaos' tremble, the knife rainbow flew out, killing Lingfeng, and that Han Tian also rushed over, the gold 'color' sword Followed by the knife rainbow after reading;
Even if Ling Feng can shatter the knife rainbow, he must be a knife!
"What about the eight-level martial arts, do you want to force me?"
Ling Feng was very proud of licking his hair, lowered his eyes and slowly lifted it up, and his voice was not high and passed down.
At that moment, in the palm of his hand, a golden blood flame slowly flew out, carrying a hot breath of cockroaches, slowly falling into the Longyan knife.
"boom"
Longyan knife boiled, trembled fiercely, and a more sharp force, rushing, this is the fourth golden blood flame, Lingfeng is not a three-level martial artist.
It is a four-level martial artist!
"kill!"
He swayed the dragon knives and greeted the 浪 浪 刀. The steel and wood at the foot was blown up on the spot, a knife light, plowed from the battle platform, lightning fast.
Soon, the two forces met.
"Ka rub" "啵"...
Around the ‘chaos’ tremble, the steel and wood were completely smashed and flew.
Ling Feng did not move, his mouth smirked with a touch of laughter, then the 'wave' knife is a prefecture-level martial art, but compared to the Longyan knife, it is too inferior 'color' too much, not to mention the golden blood flame, far more than the gold 'color' The storm is too strong, and it is certainly not the eight-level martial arts that can resist.
In fact, this is also true.
The knife was cut off, and the Longyan knife was the handle of the golden 'color' knife of Han Tian. The sound of the slap was broken. The latter broke his arm and broke the bone. He stabbed him from the shoulder and put him five. The dirt is stabbed.
He stepped back seven steps in a cold, and Zhang mouth even spit a few mouthfuls of blood, his face 'color' pale as paper, and the whole person shook ‘desire’.
His eyes are sluggish and he can't imagine how it is. Lingfeng will be strong enough.
"嗖"
Ye Xiaofeng flashed a step in the past, and when Han Tian was in a daze, he pinched the shoulder of the latter and picked it up. The corner of his mouth was smiling with evil spirits.
"咚".
The steel and wood burst, Han Tian's feet fell into the battle platform. Ling Feng's hands and force, four golden blood flames flew out, suppressed Han Tian, ​​and then he punched the latter's shoulder.
"Hey..."
He shot like a power, punched and punched, and Han Tian's whole person was "planted" into the battle platform, leaving only one head.
"Ah, I want to kill you!"
When Han Tian reacted, it was already too late. He wanted to resist, but he found that the eight martial arts airflows were completely suppressed and could not exert their power.
Moreover, Lingfeng's arm is very heavy, each punch is hundreds of pounds, that is, Han Tian's body bones are quickly being broken up, and then vomiting blood and breath.
He hates!
Grit your teeth and get angry!
Originally he came to avenge Han Xiao, but now he is revenge.
"Noisy!"
Ling Feng squatted on the ground, looking at him with a condescending edge, his mouth smiled more evil, and then the slap in the face.
"Snapped"
So, Han Tian fainted in the past, for him, this is the best relief, or it will be mad.
Han Tian lost!
This is a huge wind ‘wave’. Whether it is the Lingwu Academy or the Mo Yunzong disciple, everyone is shocked. Lingfeng’s talent and fighting power are terrible.
I am afraid that cold blood, dragons and other people can suppress him.
"That is the eighth-level martial artist, so I was planted in this way!"
Mo Yunzong’s disciple’s face is ugly, and a top ten master has been beaten so embarrassed that they are all humiliated and even more grievous and hateful.
"Four-level martial arts, I am afraid that it is not his real strength?"
Cold-blooded, dragons look at each other, the eyes are full of shock, they can not see the wind, the golden blood flame is too special.
"The more the four levels beat the opponent, this talent has never been!"
Shui Linglong’s eyes are low, but the pupils are full of war. Only such an opponent is worthy of his hands.
"It’s a terrible guy, no wonder you can walk in the martial arts-level wasteland."
The solitary rainy month hides his mouth and laughs. She is very interested in Ling Feng. The latter is only ten years old. It took more than a year to go to this step, which is really shocking.
"It's deeper than I hide!" Li Xiao laughed.
This battle is over, and Ling Feng is strong and ‘very’ into the quarterfinals!
"The little guy is going to be against the sky!"
Yunmenghong's 'lip' couldn't be closed, and opened his mouth, but he lost his voice for a while.
The purple rhyme and Ling Qing are incomparable ‘exciting’ movements, but Mo Ling is in the quarter-finals. Only Lingwu College can only have three or four people to advance, and Ling Feng is one of them.
"Kid, do a good job, then kill the cold blood and the dragon!"
When Ling Feng came down, Yun Meng’s eyes were full of bones, and he said such a sentence.
"Ah,"
Ling Feng mouth ‘pumped’ ‘pumping’, a bit speechless.
Immediately, he blinked and looked at one direction. He was on the look of a person, and his eyes were complicated and taboo.
Mokong!
In the ultimate battle, Ling Feng did not have a emptiness, but the latter was only an eight-level martial artist. The real strength was comparable to that of Han Tian, ​​and when Ling Feng defeated Han Tian.
The most surprising, the most chilling is Mokong reads;!
At the beginning, he had beaten Ling Feng with blood, his face was pale, but now the latter has come to the fore, and he has the qualification to spike, which makes him angry and jealous, but also a huge blow.
In the face of Ling Feng, Mo Kong eyes and eyes, his confidence was crushed by Ling Feng.
This is a huge gap!
In the ultimate sixth battle, the water dragon fights against the air!
For everyone, this is a suspenseful battle, because the water spirit in the promotion of the war, the force shown is only a five-level martial division, not enough to fight with Mokong.
Even Mokong thinks so.
However, dragons, cold-blooded people and so on are just sneer. They think that only Lingwu College has a killer. The person with the strongest 'door' is not a water dragon.
"Get it!"
Mokong stood on the stage and his eyes were heavy. He had been spurred by Ling Feng and wanted to sweep his opponent with the strongest force.
"Oh, you are very confident!"
Shui Linglong’s hands are behind him, his smile is shallow, and he said.
So, just fight!

If he had a sneak peek at Lingfeng, in the battle of Mo Ling, he was the most proud of the arrogance in the wind, the invincible self-confidence, so that he vaguely felt the threat.
For Mokong, he is not interested.
"kill!"
Mo Kong's face ‘color’ is cold, he naturally can feel the contempt of the water dragon, so he is angry.
The air of the eight warriors swarmed out and turned into a sharp blade. They fell from the air and smashed the steel and wood, and countless sawdust fluttered.
In the face, Mokong’s blow, Shuilinglong just raised his hand and made a punch, such as the torrent of steel, and suddenly fell down.
"啵"
The blade was broken, and the punch was swiftly blasted, and Mokong flew out, and his ‘chest’ mouth was sagged, and the two 'chest' fractures were broken.
This scene has become too abrupt, and people are once again dumbfounded. Isn’t the water spirit dragon a five-level martial artist?
"Hey, kill!"
Mo Kong was short of anger, and then the sword was swaying, and a low force, like awakening, slammed out.
"嗡嗡"
In front of him, suddenly there were three sharp edges, all of which were killed toward the water dragon. This is a kind of martial arts at the prefecture level, but it is his strongest combat power.
Then he hand-held the sword, together with the three sharp edges, and killed the water dragon.
"It's a bit of a momentum, but it's a pity!"
He is old-fashioned and looks out of place with the young face.
At the next moment, he launched both double fists at the same time, and the seven martial arts airflows came out in one roll, forming a lightning-like fist, flew out of the hand, and suddenly pressed down the reads;
"Break the mountain!"
Some people around him were suddenly changing their faces, and they shouted out loudly. That was Mo Yunzong’s top-level martial arts.
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