Chapter 1457: Haotian entered the game

"So strong Cang Fei Dao!"

"What a terrible sword!"

Because of the emergence of 'Tenglong Pavilion' in Qigelu, all the strong men here have felt it at this time, a kind of terrifying coercion.

Although this knife was not cut towards them, what they felt was only the savage intention and monstrous sword that Cang Fei sword smashed when it fell. But even so, they still felt a deep chill, even the threat of death.

He is like a sickle of death, straddling the necks of all of them, and it is possible at any time to reap the lives of all of them.

"Drink!"

Almost at the same time, the strong players yelled and kept ringing.

He began to release his whole body strength one by one, and then formed an eggshell-like light curtain up and down the whole body to protect himself.

Only in this way can the threat of death they feel weakened, and one by one can breathe.

"Although it only gave birth to the Soul of the Sword, after all, it has just reached the level of the first-class artifact of the lower grade. This Cang Fei sword is quite good."

"There are many ways to advance the magic weapon's spirits, but the fastest way is to devour other spirits. If you can devour the soul of your sword, the sword spirit distance will evolve to the next one. The gap in levels is definitely a big step forward. "

Zhe Linfeng said to himself, in his eyes, there was a thick and excited expectation.

The advancement of Xun Jianling means that the power of this mixed Yuan Feijian has increased, and what it brings is the surge in the power of the mixed Yuan Feijian.

"Cut!"

With stern applause, Lin Feng and Jian Ling together took control of the Flying Sword of Yuan Dynasty and cut it again with one sword.

"Mad ..."

"What? Your flying sword has actually bred a sword spirit !!!"

Luo Ping originally wanted to say that Lin Feng was arrogant, but together with Jian Ling, Lin Feng, who controlled the mixed sword of Feiyuan, was cut off, and then swallowed back suddenly.

The instrumental spirits bred by Ji Fabao are divided into three levels, namely, the instrumental spirit that has just bred the lowest level, the instrumental spirit after advanced, and the instrumental body that has evolved to the final level.

By this time, the instrumental spirit had got rid of the illusory state and had a real body, just like a practitioner.

"It turned out to be a sword spirit!"

Not only was He, Yue Man, Yuan Jiu, and Yu Yuan, but even Haotian, who had not yet made a shot, was equally shocked.

"The magic weapon Feijian of the first-class artifact of Zhongpin can actually breed the sword spirit, which is really shocking!"

The powerful men gathered here, with a horrified expression, all exclaimed uncontrollably.

"The Nine Swords of Honghuang."

"Thousands of rifts."

He ignored the horror of the crowd. This time, Lin Feng, who shot this time, directly sacrificed the fourth form of the Nine Swords of Honghuang, and the thousands of lands of the Sword of Earth.

"Click!"

Thousands of earth sacrifice sacrifice, and a click sounded like lightning across the sky.

Wu Jianmang soared into the sky, spreading out a length of tens of kilometers, and then disappeared without a trace at the moment when it was cut out in the air.

Don't say that disappearing from the naked eye, even if you release all the gods that are powerful enough to peep into a certain range, you will not be able to detect the existence of the vanishing sword.

As if just cut out, the monstrous sword-mang, which is tens of kilometers long, has never appeared. Only in this range, you can feel that Daodao's indestructible sharp breath. It seems that the air flowing everywhere in this world is to completely fill the void with countless invincible blades. Fortunately, all five of Haotian are strong men who specialize in the flesh. The strong men gathered here all sacrificed all their strength and formed a layer of shield on the body surface to protect themselves.

Otherwise, all the sharp breath that has been raging on this road is enough to smash the countless strong men present.

"Boom!"

Whether it is a sky-high sword-mangling rising into the sky, or an invisible horror sword-horse, their speed across the sky is extremely fast.

Almost immediately after Lin Feng's sword, the invisible swordman had already collided with the dreaded swordman in the void in the moment when it was cut out.

"boom!"

The mighty Jianmang is chopped on the invisible Jianmang as if it was chopped on the air of nothingness. If it were not for the blast of the earth-shattering sound, it would not be possible to see what it was chopped on.

"Click!"

Almost immediately when the loud noise burst, a huge fissure exploded above the sky.

"Click, click ..."

Then came the second, the third ...

In a short moment, looking at it, it was almost a dreadful dagger that carried out the heavens and the earth, and it was already covered with cracks like spider webs.

"嘭!"

Then a loud noise exploded.

I turned into the light of countless points of confidence, and disappeared.

"Boom!"

Luo Ping uses all his own strength to move the full power of the Soul of the Sword.

Although compared to the sword that Lin Feng cut out, is much inferior, but after a few breaths of stalemate, it burst into a blast. However, after the explosion, the powerful impact that raged and exploded, its momentum rose to a new height of terror.

Under the impact of the raging spirit, one side of the world exploded countless huge caves. The powerful men who had already sacrificed their whole body strength to resist the impact of the war, even offered their own powerful defense magic weapons. In this way, we can resist the impact of more violent forces.

Under the raging spirit of anger, it was originally transformed into an invisible swordman, and was immediately blocked. Not only that, the power is madly draining at a terrible speed. Between a few breaths, it was in the void again, showing itself. However, the glamor that appeared was no longer as solid and dazzling as before, and the light was much dim.

Afterwards, under the impact of the raging spirit, it continued to fade until it exploded. Like the bursting swordman, it became the same as the diffused sky and the stars, until it completely dissipated and disappeared.

"嗖, 嗖 嗖 ..."

"嘭 嘭 嘭 ..."

With the dissipation of the towering swordmang and invisible swordmang, Lin Feng still stood in the air and remained motionless.

Luo Ping at this moment, not only the hands holding the knife trembled violently, but even the footsteps, and the uncontrollable barrage retreated backwards. And with the retreat of footsteps, every time you settle down, there will be a loud noise.

He is stepping on the void with retreating footsteps to unload the violent impact of the body. Otherwise, if the powerful impact cannot be removed, these alone are enough to cause serious damage to his body.

"Let my husband come, I will meet you for a while!"

Haotian, the strongest of the twenty-five, finally shot.

Take a step forward and join the battle.