Chapter 230: Cross light

Under the Purple Mountain, the hooves of the horses are rolling, and a row of iron horses rushing, the speed is very fast, and the ground is constantly shaking.
There are about 30 people in this group. Most people have bronze masks on their faces to cover their faces, but the eyes that are occasionally shot are sharp and full of iron and blood.
Moreover, the iron rides of this group of people are all red blood color, even the snowy horses, red blood iron ride.
On the forefront of the red blood horse, unlike other iron-and-blood men who were fighting right away, it was actually a woman, dressed in white, dressed in white, but she was still holy.
It’s just that temperament, it’s just like a fairy, giving people a sense of far-sightedness.
This is the head of the woman, it is a dream, white clothes win snow, floating like a fairy.
The people following the dream are the Red Blood Legion, the Tianjian Camp, and the Red Blood Sword.
On that day, Lin Feng pursued thousands of miles on the battlefield and left alone. After that, there was no news. After the war, the people of the Red Blood Swords went out to look for it. After a few days, they finally got the news at Ziwei Villa. , set foot on the purple house on the Purple Mountain.
As a result, the dreams and other people are rushing, and there is no moment to stop.
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At the same time, in the foothills of the Zifu Mountain, before Lin Yi’s palace was banned, Lin Feng’s body moved again after he forced the Zifu ancestor to retreat, and he did not stop for a moment. This time, he was pulling. Duan Xinye next to it moved, stepping forward, he took Duan Xinye to the front of Ziying.
"Roar……"
In the purple shadow mouth, a roar, Lin Feng, actually regarded him as a soft persimmon, he was a purple house, but it seemed to be a weak person who could not be beaten. Lin Feng took a person to him in the gap between the battle with his ancestors. It seems that I can kill his purple shadow in a flash, which makes the purple shadow feel endless insult.
On weekdays, he is the owner of the Zifu government, and his status is noble, and he has the strength of the spirit of the martial arts, and he is a hegemonic party.
But today, Lin Feng, a boy, a single-man sword, straddles his purple house, kills his purple house, and uses his purple shadow as a waste to kill in the gap.
The horrible purple illusion rises again, the purple light is full of sky, the purple shadows are all entangled in purple, and the violent tyrant's fists are once again violently bombarded.
"Sunset Sword!"
Lin Feng said indifferently, the long sword in his hand crossed the void, this sword is not dazzling, but it gives people a sense of desolateness and sorrow.
The hero is late and the strong man breaks his wrist.
Those who are full of energetic geniuses and dazzling powers will eventually have a latecomer.
The sword of the sun, full of vitality, endless vitality, and vitality.
The sword of light, tyranny, and mightyness are the glory of the sun, shining everything, destroying everything, and doing everything.
The sword of the setting sun, the sword of the lateness, the fall of a sword, as if any flashy life will end, no matter how dazzling you have ever been.
Purple Shadow, I really felt the feeling of being late from the bottom of my heart. The former hegemonic party was now humiliated by Lin Feng. Is this not in harmony with his position?
The heart trembled, and the shadows of the sky seemed to be dim. A sword fell, and all the glitz and glory were exhausted and ended.
When the sword of the setting sun fell, the body of the purple shadow slowly fell, and the heart of the crowd shook with the hustle and bustle.
Purple House Lord Purple Shadow, a sword, die!
"Strong!" The crowd felt a little numb, dead, purple shadow, also killed by Lin Feng, this temperament is strong.
"boom!"
The purple light spirals into the body of the purple ancestor and rises to the sky.
Lin Feng, forced him back, and then in an instant, a sword killed the purple shadow, in front of his strong Xuanwu strong, his face of the purple ancestors, killed the owner of the purple house, purple shadow .
This is not only to kill his descendants, but also to his naked humiliation, his Zifu ancestors, useless.
"I want to smash your corpse."
The face was cold and cold, and the body of Zifu’s ancestors set foot on the promenade, and the footsteps straddled, and the entire corridor was fierce, as if it might collapse at any time.
"The corpse is broken?" Lin Feng looked indifferent and said: "You said that you will never have a chance to kill him, but now, he is already a dead man."
"You will be buried with him."
The footsteps of Zifu's ancestors were a span. The vibration of the ground made Lin Feng's heart tremble, and he was angry. The Zifu ancestor of Xuanwujing was completely angry.
"That's still a try to know."
Lin Feng placed Duan Xinye behind him, stepping forward to the front, and fighting for the sky.
Everyone in the space can clearly feel the spirit of Lin Feng. Even if it faces the powerful existence of Xuanwujing, it still does not retreat. There is no fear or fear. Only the burning battle heart and full of blood.
This is the real martial arts. If this will, how can it not be strong, Lin Feng can have the present strength, not just because of his talent, but also the incomparable and determined heart.
"it is good!"
Zifu's ancestors felt Lin Feng's war, screamed, stepped on a footstep, and the power of the dragon rushed on his body. The purple real power fiercely rushed toward Lin Feng.
"Sword of Death."
Lin Feng’s sword is thrown out. He uses the sword of death in the realm of heaven and man. The power does not know how much stronger than before. This sword, which blends with the heavens and the earth, contains the artistic conception of death.
"Booming!"
The purple real power and the sword collide, and the incomparably powerful force is uploaded from the sword. Lin Feng only feels that his arm carries a mountain, heavy and oppressive.
The people of Xuanwujing, the true elements, the true elements, are gathered by the endless world of heaven and earth. The power of the real yuan is stronger than the power of the heavens and the earth. I don’t know how many times.
At the time of anger, the Zifu ancestor used all the power of the real yuan. Although it was just a random blow, Lin Feng could not bear it. The arm of the sword was injured and the body retreated.
"Not self-reliant."
Zifu's ancestors said coldly, the footsteps re-crossed before the ground, and the ground rang.
It was a fierce and overbearing punch, which slammed into Lin Feng. The purple real element turned into a spiral, and spit out along his arm.
"boom!"
Another violent explosion, Lin Feng snorted, pulling Duan Xinye back, angry Zifu ancestors, just like a demon.
"This is the gap between Lingwu and Xuanwu. It is different from the leapfrog challenge. There is a fundamental change between Lingwu and Xuanwu."
Lin Feng’s heart is secret, fighting, is to experience, experience the Xuanwujing, but also to test themselves and stimulate their own strength.
He will enter the basaltic world sooner or later, and the deeper he realizes, the more helpful he will be in the future.
"Although the war is not over, but I still want to leave something."
Lin Feng’s burning intentions are not diminished, and his eyes are fixed on the Zifu ancestors.
"Don't look at me, in the face of Xuanwujing, you won't have any chances. You don't want to move me, you can only wait to die."
The purple house ancestors said indifferently that the purple true yuan that roared was getting stronger and stronger.
"is it?"
Lin Feng whispered, the body suddenly disappeared, the shadow killed, the body shadow.
"is that useful?"
Zifu ancestors sneered, Xuanwujing's gaze and inductive power is so strong, although Lin Feng's martial arts is very powerful, but Lin Fengxiu is a spiritual martial arts after all, can not exert all the power.
The purple light roared and bombarded everything. However, at the moment, a sword was directly stabbed above the purple light, and the shadow hit the sword.
"Abandon the sword!"
Zifu ancestors sneered, the palms trembled fiercely, and the sword was suddenly entangled in purple light, ending in front of his throat, unable to advance half a step.
Lin Feng’s figure emerged, standing in front of Zifu’s ancestors, the cold road:
Whoever said that Lingwu can’t hurt the Xuanwu situation.

"Cross Shadow Kill!"
The voice spit out, Lin Feng the whole person, turned into a sword, sharp and incomparable, shattered all swords.
His hands, the void, the light of the cross, the bright light, the fast, fast to incredible, the crowd only sees a cross in the void, as if there has always been there, but they understand that this cross light It was just a moment ago.
When Lin Feng’s voice fell, Zifu’s ancestors felt dangerous. He also instantly let the purple real element defend against the back of the body, but it was still late. The purple gas on his chest was instantly annihilated under the cross shadow. His clothes broke open, his chest, a huge clear cross, and the cross of the ray of the void, terrible, flesh and blood can be seen.
Almost, only a little worse, if his strength is weaker, this cross will open him and kill him.
Ps: The second is sent, the brothers can't wait, well, write more and stay up late tonight, all kinds of!