Chapter 170: Wu Jian

Yu Jiao’s eyes stared at Lin Feng, and the enchantment in his eyes disappeared, but he was surprised.
Just the release of Lin Feng’s breath, but the spirit of Wu Wujing only five, but realized that the control of the sword, the power is endless, killing Kecheng in an instant, although there are Kecheng underestimated the intention, did not put Lin Feng in the eyes, However, it cannot be denied that Lin Feng’s own strength is very strong enough to threaten the six people of Lingwujing.
Yu Jiao’s brow wrinkled slightly, and she had never seen Lin Feng, so she just looked down on the other side, but because of this ignorance, Kecheng lost her life.
"Giggle, Zu Ning, Kecheng that guy is really useless, lightly enemies to this extent, the spirit of the six people, even if this guy is always sword, it is enough to deal with." Yu Jiaojiao laughed, first point Out of Kecheng is useless and underestimated, and then told the Zu Ning Ling Wujing six to deal with Lin Feng, the heart is deep.
Zu Ning's brow wrinkled, although he also knows that Yu Jiao's words are swearing at him, but he feels that it is a fact. The five-persons of Ling Wujing, even if they control the sword, is it enough to deal with him?
His eyes flickered, and Zu Ning dispelled the fear of his heart, and the warfare appeared in his eyes.
"Zu Ning, you won't see Kecheng being killed, are you afraid?" Yu Jiao's voice was a little weird, and he opened his mouth, letting Zu Ning's eyes stagnate, biting his teeth and staring at Lin Feng, saying: "How can I be afraid?" The spirit of Wu Wujing is only five, I will take his life."
Lin Feng’s eyes flashed a hint of indifference, and jokingly said:
How are you still standing there?

Zu Ning saw Lin Feng's indifferent and confident eyes condensed, his face was ugly, his heart moved, and suddenly, behind Zu Ning, there was a pair of eyes floating in the empty eyes, such as the eagle, very sharp, and When the sharp eyes with the illusory meaning of the silk appeared, the eyes of Zu Ning became enchanted.
"Wuhen!" Lin Feng's eyes are slightly condensed, and the eyes behind Zu Ning are surely a kind of martial arts, the martial arts he has not seen.
However, Lin Feng is not too strange. How far is the vastness of the nine continents? He cannot know that even a snowy region has four empires and nine major countries. He is now only in the snow country, an ordinary country, he The martial arts that do not know are countless.
"A sword is thundering." Lin Feng's body trembled, a sword stabbed, thunder and thunder.
Zu Ning's eyes were staring at Lin Feng's sword. He stood still and did not move. When Lin Feng came to his body, his body was slightly biased. Lin Feng's sword rubbed his body.
At the same time, Zu Ning's palm was lifted up. At this time, his palm was as glamorous as a blind eye, with a sharp brilliance, directly buckled toward Lin Feng's eyes, and the move was poisonous.
Lin Feng’s long sword screamed and swayed out, but he saw that Zu Ning’s body was actually rotated with a long sword. The palm of his hand was still moving forward, and he was about to buckle on Lin Feng’s head.
The body lightly touches the ground, and the light glimpses, Lin Feng's body floats and then retreats, and it is a sword. He does not hesitate to take out his sword, glory and glory.
"Your sword, don't even touch me if you touch it."
An indifferent voice spit out from Zu Ning's mouth, only to see his body spin slightly, and the sword of death, actually crossed in front of his eyes, and the difference was a little, but it did not cause a little damage to Zu Ning.
"These eyes can see my movements and avoid the flash, which is similar to the Tianzhao Wushen."
Lin Feng’s heart whispered, his breath gradually became cold, his eyes and ruthlessness, and the gray pupils appeared again.
Looking at the changes in Lin Feng's body, Zu Ning's brow wrinkled, Lin Feng's temperament actually changed in a quasi-instantaneous moment, became ruthless and cold, and his heart was slightly trembled.
If his eyes are demon, then Lin Feng’s eyes at this moment can’t be described as demon, cold, ruthless, not like human eyes.
"Can't you touch you?"
A chilly voice spit out from Lin Feng's mouth, and then a chill of the bones fell on Zu Ning's body. The sword became more sharp and with a scent of destruction.
"The sword of death."
Lin Feng’s sword was thrown out, and he was like a phantom.
Zu Ning snorted, the eyes of the enchanting eyes shot a fierce temper, the body flashed softly, the sword, once again lost.
"Sword of Death."
Lin Feng face is expressionless, and a sword dances out. The meaning of gray destruction is blooming. The chill of death will cover the Zu Ning, so that Zu Ning’s body is slightly stiff. Even if it is a six-pronged spirit, it does not dare to harden it. Lin Feng's sword, the swordsman with the sword, the attack power is too strong, must avoid its edge.
The body turned into a phantom, and the sword of death was fast, but the track that had been crossed became extraordinarily clear under his fascinating gaze, and he could not touch him.
At the moment, Lin Feng’s eyes are staring at Zu Ning, and the trajectory of Zu Ning’s body is slowing down in his pupil, which is extremely clear.
Lin Feng looks at Zu Ning, just like Zu Ning sees his sword.
The gray devastating gas flowed on the long sword, and Lin Feng’s movement did not stop for a moment, and a sword swayed out, Zu Ning, constantly flashing back.
Quietly observing the trajectory of Zu Ning's body movement, Lin Feng's mouth showed a hint of indifference, whispered: "End."
The calm voice, but with a strong and strong self-confidence, made Zu Ning's heart tremble slightly. Immediately, he felt that the swords of the heavens and the earth disappeared suddenly, and turned into nothingness in an instant.
No cold, no fierceness, only a sword, an ordinary sword, stabbed toward him.
Zu Ning's fascinating pupil stares at the sword, with a doubtful color in his gaze. He wants to see how this sword ends.
The body trembled, Zu Ning ducked to the left, and then the next one, his pupil was a contraction.
The sword is still in front of him, pointing to his heart position.
The fascinating eyelids released a sharp light, and the body of Zu Ning once again evaded, staring at the unpretentious sword, but what shocked Zu Ning was that the sword seemed to be a skeleton. The worm, like a shadow, without any deviation, still points to his heart, and even makes Zu Ning feel that the sword is closer to his heart.
"How is it possible, how is this possible, my eagle eye martial arts, it is impossible to see the wrong track."
Zu Ning's heart began to tremble. He suddenly discovered that this unpretentious sword is a sword that returns to the original and is the sword of death that kills people.
Looking at the sword getting closer and closer, Zu Ning wants to dodge, but finds that power is not enough.
The two palms are lifted up, and since they can’t escape, there’s a battle there, but at this moment, the sudden, a sharp and sharp meaning blooms, and the heart of Zu Ning’s heart is stunned and stunned. There is a hint of despair, and the artistic conception of the sword is stronger than the sword of the endless sword.
This is an ordinary sword, but a sword.
Lin Feng also looked at his own sword, into the micro, from the momentum, but it should not only be the micro-invasion, enhance the attack.
Into the micro, is to the extreme, subtle to the slightest; is a small attack, but contains all kinds of changes, containing the sword and the sword and it; is every unremarkable sword, but has the most aggressive attack, this It is the real micro, from the majestic trend, into the micro-environment.
The eyes have recovered, and there is no longer indifference, but a smile that is full of understanding.
Into the micro and the potential, belong to a realm, some people have much more enlightenment, some have less enlightenment, fully enlighten the momentum, can enter the realm of micro, but also the realm of micro, the comprehension can also be different, At this moment, Lin Feng’s understanding of the enlightenment has deepened.
"Hey!"
A soft bang, Lin Feng's long sword did not accidentally penetrate the body of Zu Ning, pierced the heart of Zu Ning, the sword contained in the sword, instantly destroyed the internal organs of Zu Ning.
Zu Ning’s eyes were straight, the faint luster dissipated, and whispered:
I...repent...repent!

After that, Zu Ning’s head was a glimpse of life.
Lin Feng was expressionless, the sword was pulled out, Zu Ning's body fell, and Lin Feng's gaze fell on Yu Jiao, not far away, let Yu Jiao tremble.
Ps: At home at three in the afternoon, there is no rest, direct code words, today will be three more, ask for flowers.