Chapter 392: Cold as the moon

The 392th chapter is cold as the moon
The gale has lost.
Yue Zhongtian lost!
The two were named after Chongyun Zonghe, but they were killed by three fists and two feet. The speed of horror and the powerful momentum formed a crushing storm, which made Chongyunzong’s disciples feel deeply stressed and difficult to breathe.
Everyone is scared, and the power of Ling Feng has made them feel powerless. Who can beat this enchanting? !
It looks like only thirteen or four years old, but has such a strong fighting power, but also let other people live? A small awkward man is already terrible. Such talents can't be found among the same age, but there is a more enchanting one.
Is there such a blow to people? !
Before, the two people at the gate of the mountain came again. They had cold sweat on their foreheads. Fortunately, they did not listen to Yue Zhongtian. Otherwise, their end is definitely worse than the gale. The latter’s bones are rolling out well, gray-faced. The courage to rush to the war is gone.
Today, Chongyun Zong is defeated!
The wind is surging, and the heavens and the earth are lost.
Xiao Yan Man, Ling Feng stood in the crowd, there is a feeling of standing out from the crowd, they are proud of the crowd, the eyes swept away, people unconsciously bowed their heads, but the heart is extremely incomprehensible.
"One of the seven days has been lost, then let the more powerful genius come over!"
"This boy is too arrogant, arrogant, and can't let them leave."
"Even if it is the first day of Xuankongzong, it is impossible to be so arrogant!"
People were furious, and some people whispered, and wanted to ask the first master of the young generation of Chongyun to suppress Lingfeng. Otherwise, let the boy leave, and the reputation of Chongyunzong was completely destroyed.
The younger generation could not suppress two people. Xuankongzong was standing on their shoulders and rising.
"I am not a troublemaker."
Ling Feng glanced at the people around him and smiled. "When Yue Zhongtian wants to bully Shu Shu, I naturally want to bully back. You should not bully me. Otherwise, I am afraid that I can't control myself."
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"You are doing a perfect job today, and we are leaving."
...I don't know why, now everyone is green and wants to beat people. What makes them perfect? !
"It's too mad, I really want to kill this cargo!" The popular fangs grin, I can't wait to swallow Lingfeng.
"You don't want to send it, let's leave!"
After that, Ling Feng waved his hand and walked down the hill. Xiao Yan was quite successful. Yue Zhongtian was also overturned to the ground. He has not yet recovered. He does not want to sin Chong Yunzong too much.
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Chongyunzong, one disciple, went straight to the hair. When did they say they wanted to be sent? Just don't want Ling Feng to leave, because someone has gone to the backyard to go to the younger generation.
Suddenly, Ling Feng’s eyes turned, his footsteps, his mouth gently opened, the crowd separated, the air was filled with the aroma of the gladioli, and the sun was dimmed.
Relying on the white fog, the mountains and rivers are guarded, and a slanting sun is scattered on the body. A white dress is a group, a graceful body and a leisurely footstep. She is like a golden light in a thousand flowers. She looks like a round of a crescent moon in nine days.
This is a wonderful girl, her eyebrows are like a sword rain, the slightly curled lips contain a hint of spring, Xiaoqiong nose is dotted with a chill in the wind, slender fingers holding a jade flute, come quietly.
Ice muscle jade bones, such as the painting in the fairy!
At that moment, Ling Feng’s eyes were bright. Such a girl gave a feeling of incomparable ethereality. It was not like a person in the world. The jade flickering, like a blossoming white cloud, a closed flower, a beautiful moon. The square is suffocating.
Even Xiao Yan couldn't help but look at the past, and there was a glimpse of the twin eyes. This is an exciting girl.
"Cold as a month!"
The girl’s show was slightly open, and she exhaled like a blue voice. The voice was fascinating. The jade was staring at Lingfeng. The white face and the glamorous face were like a layer of ice. The white skirt slowly flew in the white mist and the mountains and rivers. Under the arch, it is like a bright moon in the sky.
"People are as famous as they are, Ling Feng!"
Ling Feng smiled faintly. The girl looked cold and terrible. She did not dye the power of the Emperor, but Ling Feng instinctively felt the dangerous atmosphere. This is not the same as that of Li Fengyun and Yue Zhongtian.
There is a kind of person who will expose the warfare to the outside, while some people are introverted, such as the sharp arrow hidden in the scabbard. When the sheath is not sheathed, it is like an iron stick that can be thrown, but once it is squirted, it is a stone smash, killing the cockroach. Shot, unstoppable.
Undoubtedly, this girl belongs to the latter.
"This battle is very exciting today." Cold as the moon cherishes the words like gold, but the eyes are very sharp, so many people are lost, this is the goddess of Chongyunzong, more beautiful than Liu Shushu, more chilly Spirituality.
The most important thing is that she is a legend. In the younger generation of Chongyunzong, no one can match it. Even Wang Feng, who is ranked second, is willing to go down the wind. She only played once and hit Wang Feng. The tyrannical people are looking forward to it, and no one dares to challenge it so far.
That is the strongest mountain.
That is the beauty that floats on the top.
No one thought that the cold would come, because she did not want to eat the fairy of the world, but she never asked the younger generation to fight, but today she came.
Is it because Ling Feng despise the young generation of Chongyunzong seven days? !
This makes many people look hot. They originally wanted to invite five or six geniuses. After all, like Wang Feng, their opponents are not younger generations, but whoever thinks that the cold will come.
"Ling Feng, finished!"
"Han is like a moon, even Wang Feng is not an opponent!"
"You know, although Yue Zhongtian is very strong, he can still see it, but the cold is like a moon."
People are talking about it, and it is invincible to be confident that the moon is cold.
"Thanks for the prize." Ling Feng blinked and smiled. He had to say that the cold was very strong. He had a tricky feeling. He knew that he could understand the eighth kill of the nine-day killing. This shows how terrible the cold is like a moon. It is.
"Since it is here, please listen to it."
The sound of the cold moon is very dull, like a friend who has not seen for many years, to play a song, but there is an indescribable taste in the tone.
"Let's hurry up, I am in a hurry."
Ling Feng touched his nose, and some people did not want to be cold as the moon, just because he defeated the two geniuses of Chong Yunzong?
"Ling Feng, you have to be careful, cold as the moon is not simple, I am afraid that in the young generation of Lingkong Island, you can not find an opponent that can match." Liu Shushu whispered.
"What do you mean?" Ling Feng's eyebrows picked and angered. "Isn't I a human?"
"Do you think that I am not her opponent?"
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Liu Shushu pouted, turned his head directly, too lazy to take care of him, this guy is not only shameless, but also narcissistic.
The mountain wind is cold, and the cold is like a moon, and the jade flute is slowly played. At the beginning, as a hundred birds rush to the sky, a crisp sound occurs, and the ethereal sky rushes into the sky, and the minds of the people are flying together.
Followed by, the jade flute is melodious, a stream of mountains and waters, dotted with the scenes of birds and flowers, the surrounding world is full of birds, birds, cranes, and fascinating.
However, Ling Feng had a solemn face and a terrible gaze. He felt the power of the mind and the power of the Emperor. The birds became a light knife, and the crane dance formed a storm. They all crushed him.
Moreover, the voice can also make people lose their minds. unknowingly killing people invisible, this is the most terrible.
"The jade flute is too monotonous, I am going to dance with the sword!"
The voice fell, Lingfeng clothing hunting, reaching for a small waist, the soft sword was squirted, he danced in the wind.
"Oh...hey..."
The sword is like a dragon, and the wind and rain.
Flute is like killing, vertical and horizontal!
The sword and the flute are wonderfully blended together, making people immersed in it all, and it is difficult to extricate themselves. Even Xiao Yan is so. Now people are afraid of a pot of wine.
However, for the Lingfeng and the cold as the moon, this is a kind of battle, the spirit of the power, the power of the power of the Emperor, the sound of the flute formed a chill, and the nine days of killing is the past.
"Hey!"
At the end, the flute sounded loudly and turned into an ancient sound, falling from the sky. In the vagueness, Ling Feng saw a note blasting like a flower bloom, but the murder was a skyrocketing, and it was able to crush the life.
"choke!"
His eyes were cold, and the soft sword became a burning flame. He burned the past from him. People were like fire, and the burning flame merged with himself to form the eighth kill.
A sword passed, the note was cut and opened, and all the sounds disappeared.
Ling Feng held the sword and stood proudly, but the cold was like a month, but it was a half step back. The sound of the jade fluttered, and her eyes were a bit strange. The jade hand was hidden in the white dress.
"Ling Feng, I hope I can meet in the wilderness!"
At the end of the song, the cold turns like a moon, which makes the people who are immersed in the ethereal sounds react a little, but this is the victory? Still lost?
"Go!"
Ling Fengyi Laliu Shushu, a soft sword entangled in the waist of the latter, the two turned and went down the mountain, and then one person dared to stop, even the cold as the moon did not leave the boy, they naturally would not think about going to death of.
"Ling Feng, what the is this?"
On the way down the mountain, Liu Shushu is still confused, the cold is like the moon, but it is not shot, just a simple play? !
How come there is a weird feeling.
"She came to temptation." Ling Feng frowned.
"You have been fighting?" Liu Shushu exclaimed.
"Well..." Ling Feng glanced behind him, his eyes were a little deep, and the cold was terrible, and he was definitely his enemy.
"So, who won?" Liu Shushu asked with a sigh of relief.
"She didn't win, and I didn't lose."
Ling Feng shook his head, said: "She did not do her best, I did not, I am afraid to go to the wilderness to get a victory."