Chapter 229: Chaoyang sword

"granduncle!"
Purple shadow is slightly stunned to the person who appears, very respectful, his eyes flashing cold, his uncle is a strong Xuanwu situation, he appeared, Lin Feng, will die.
The age of this person does not seem to be large, but the purple shadow is commensurate with the uncle. For this, the crowd is not surprised. The higher the martial arts, the longer the life, the younger it looks, and the more powerful. People can even rejuvenate and stay young, always seeming to be a youth.
There are also rumors in the nine continents, the extremes of Wu, can not die, get eternal life, let countless people yearn for, pursue.
Budo is the eternal theme of the mainland.
"You still have a face called my uncle!"
The purple ancestors screamed coldly, and the body lying on the ground was the elite of his purple house, and there were descendants. Now, all are dead.
Only Zixia, Zifu, who has left a woman's body, must be eliminated.
"I'm guilty."
Ziying did not dare to refute. As the owner of Zifu, he made Zifu suffer this disaster. He was duty-bound, and even his son was killed.
"Your sin, I will count with you, but now..."
Zifu ancestors said coldly, staring at Lin Feng.
"If you are so young, you will have a spiritual resurrection and you should have a bright future, but today, you are destined to die here."
The purple ancestors said that there was a real killing effect on the body, so that the surrounding people felt a chill.
"Ling Wujing is eightfold. It turns out that Lin Feng possesses the strength of the Eight Spirits of Lingwu, so strong, and, with the strength of this spirit, he even has the ability to retreat with the sword of the spiritual martial arts." ""
The crowd sighed with a sigh of relief, and at the age of Lin Feng, they arrived at Lingwujing’s eight-fold repair, which they had never seen before.
"Yes? Then you have to try to know."
Lin Feng said indifferently, the voice is still calm, there is no wave of sorrow, he is indeed the eight-fold cultivation of the spiritual martial arts. After that day, after reaching the realm of heaven and man, his cultivation has directly crossed, from the spirit of the six The hard-boiled uplifted to the eight-fold spirit.
Before reaching the realm of harmony between man and nature, Lin Feng was able to overcome challenges with various means. For example, today's people are one, even though it is a spiritually affluent, it is not difficult to deal with the ordinary spirit of the nine people, if not purple The strange means of shadow, Lin Feng has already killed him.
"Good madness."
The crowd saw the shadows on the promenade, and they vomited, Lin Feng, and even the strongest of Xuanwujing.
"I don't know how to live and die, I will let you know that the strong people of Xuanwujing are not touchable by people of Lingwujing."
Zifu old ancestor sleeves waved, suddenly, flying over the promenade, there was an invisible hurricane formation, making a whistling sound.
"The people of Xuanwujing, who have the true Yuan, the true Yuan, are a large number of heaven and earth, and the power of the true Yuan can easily crush the people of Lingwujing. This is the gap between the realm and cannot be remedied."
Zifu's ancestors raised their hands and palms up. The purple real powers swallowed in his hands, as if they were a purple ball of light.
Moreover, the brilliance of this true Yuan is not a flashy, it is a real gathering of heaven and earth, full of the power of destruction.
Lin Feng stepped in a foot, the sword was leaning in the hand, reflecting the cold cold light, not afraid.
"I just happened to realize a trick in the sword today, just to test it with your real yuan."
Lin Feng said faintly, the eyes of the crowd are solidified, and the swordsmanship is realized. It is a genius and a savvy is strong.
"Take me to try the sword?" Zifu's ancestors' mouths showed a strange smile. He had never heard of the people of Lingwujing, and dared to take the strong swords of Xuanwujing to test the sword.
Have to say, Lin Feng, mad can.
"Then try it."
The ancestors of Zifu’s ancestors trembled, and the true light ball of the palm of the hand swallowed, and then the purple ball of light was filled with the destructive power of the tyrant, to destroy everything.
Even the people under the promenade can clearly feel the hegemony of the inflated destruction in the real purple light ball.
"The sword of the sun!"
Lin Feng’s hand was lifted, and it was very fast, but it fell into the eyes of the crowd, but it seemed to be very slow and the track was clear.
This sword, such as the rising sun, slowly rises into the air, full of endless vitality and vitality.
The crowd even gave birth to an illusion. Lin Feng’s sword seemed to be a red sun, slowly rising, the sword of the sun, the sword of the red sun.
"It's beautiful, it's like a sunny day." Zi Ling felt a dream and muttered: "Sister, this is Lin Feng's own sword. In the morning, I saw the red day and the sword."
She vaguely remembers that in the early morning, she and Lin Feng Xuri rose, she also felt that the scenery is beautiful, but people are not, she said, Lin Feng is not the person she wants to accompany her to watch the sunrise, but at the moment, he has a Missing.
It’s like that time, there will be no more.
"The homemade sword."
The purple clothes are trembled, and there are many peerless geniuses. They all repair the martial arts and exercises of the predecessors. There are several people who can create their own swordsmanship, and they are so dazzling and give people the feeling of being there. This is the real Wujian, the epiphany Only the mood will be revealed.
The purple light collided with the sword of the red sun, and the endless light stung the eyes of the crowd. The power of destruction raged in the space, as if it took a long time to calm down.
Lin Feng’s figure appeared, still white, solitary, frivolous and unruly.
"The sword of the Chaoyang, I really can't bear to kill you, but unfortunately, you kill the people of Zifu, you will die."
Zifu ancestors sighed, although he is a strong man of Xuanwujing, but he also understands that his talent is actually nothing, repairing it to this point, Lin Feng, is the real genius, to Lin Feng for a few years, Beyond him, Xuanwujing is not the limit of Lin Feng.
Someone loves talent, some people are talented, Lin Feng is a genius, Zifu ancestors have never seen it, and his descendants are far from each other. He always hopes to have a talented younger generation, but unfortunately he has not waited, now he waits To one person, but not his descendants, but the enemy of his purple house.
Zifu ancestors really want to slap the purple shadow, so people, it is not good to make friends, but to make evil with them, too ignorant, simply unforgivable.
"Do it yourself." Lin Feng said indifferently.
"Okay, die."
Zifu's ancestors said quietly, stepping forward, suddenly, his figure directly crossed the front of Lin Feng, with a palm of purple real power, directly to Lin Feng killed.
The heart of the crowd is squatting tightly, Lin Feng, to collide with the mighty existence of Xuanwujing.
"Sword of Light."
A low-pitched voice spouted from Lin Feng’s mouth, and the incomparable light burst from his sword, full of endless explosive power. This sword, dazzling, is the light that blooms when the sun is shining, tyrannical, powerful, shining Everything is the sword of the sun.
"Hey, hey..."
The sound of the space is split, and the gray of death lingers on the sword. This sword is the realization of Lin Feng, and it also incorporates the artistic conception of the sword of silence.
This sword is as bright as the sun.
"boom!"
The horror of the scent swept, the sword of the sun is near, the Zifu ancestor retired, and the strong existence of Xuanwujing, in the face of Lin Feng, actually retired, though, only a small step to the side.
"Shadow kill!"
Lin Fengjian is still not only, the cross shadow killing is used out, the body suddenly disappears, turned into a shadow, it seems that there is no such thing.
In the past, when Lin Feng rushed to save the section of Xin Ye, he used the second trick of the cross shadow killing, but he couldn’t make the shadow invisible at the time, but now the realm enters into the unity of heaven and man, and the shadows are killed. The whole person, like no one, has only the power of destruction.
"Purple!"
Zifu ancestors feel this invisible devastating power face ugly, low drink, the violent tyrant's purple light emerges, the real purple light, bloom in the air.
"Hey, hey..."
A sword, pierced into the real yuan, Zifu ancestors face slightly changed, like a phantom, disappeared instantly, directly fell under the promenade, and retired, Zifu ancestor, once again forced by Lin Feng, and It is directly forced to the gallery below.
However, Lin Feng's face did not have a slight smug, and did not pursue, his eyes turned, his eyes fell on the body of the purple shadow, ice cold, full of murder.
This eye makes the purple shadow face change, and the heart trembles.
Lin Feng’s body moved again, without a pause.
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