Chapter 288: Evil

"War! Lin Feng, he wants to fight!"
Feel the horror warfare and killing of Lin Feng's body, and the crowd can't help but tremble, the arrogant youth.
Even if it is a spiritual warrior, the realm is poor, but in the face of the strongest of the Xuanwu, the will of the battle is unyielding, and the soul of the battle is not folded.
The last three strokes, who said Lin Feng, must be passively resisted, why, he can not actively attack?
The lord's gaze is also solidified in the battle, Lin Feng dare to give up dodge, to fight with him!
The illusion of the eagle eagle covers him, and the golden brilliance is so sharp and dazzling, the true spirit, and the breath is endless.
Battle, Lin Feng will die!
At this point, Lin Feng looked up, looked at the void, reached out and said indifferently: "Sword!"
When the voice fell, Lin Feng’s hand appeared a sword, the sword of the real yuan, the sword of destruction, and the sword of the of war.
Lin Feng's whole person, like a sword, reveals an unparalleled sharpness, and his body is full of artistic conception, only destruction and fighting.
"This war and sword meaning is stronger than when you just killed the vulture!" The crowd looked at it. At this time, Lin Feng, the breath was too strong, as if to kill all the people in front of him.
"A sword of the real yuan, how to fight against the real power of the real!"
The bald lord smiled indifferently, and the brilliance of the true Yuan circulated around the body, looking up, and the scream of the eagle was so twitching.
Xuanwujing, the martial arts are more and more solid, can better assist the battle and make Wu Xiu stronger.
At this time, the bald master is as if it is possessed by a demon eagle, with the sharpness of the demon eagle and the sharpness of the demon eagle.
When the strength of martial arts reaches a certain level, the potential of Wuhun can be used to the extreme. If the martial arts is the beast of the beast, then the martial arts of this martial arts is like a growing monster, accompanied by The repair is powerful and powerful.
"The sword of the real yuan!" Lin Feng sneered, stepping out of the foot, sword meaning, seems to destroy the earth, more and more strong.
"War!" roared, the rolling war was saved from Lin Feng's body, going crazy toward the bald master, letting the crowds linger, even if they stood far away, they could still feel the firmness of this war. This war is strong, fearless, fearless, only war!
At this time, Lin Feng is like a of war!
"dead!"
The bald master screamed, as sharp as a eagle, his body, turned into a shadow, and rushed toward Lin Feng.
"Roar!"
The purple martial arts behind Lin Feng’s body was madly saved, turned into hundreds of demon snakes, circling forward, and instantly wrapped up the body of the bald lord, letting the bald lord scream, the power of the martial arts on his body, It violently fluctuated.
"Break!" Lin Feng snorted, these demon snakes imaginary, turned into poisonous snakes, actually swallowed up madly, devour the power of the martial arts, the enchanted eagle of the eagle, a powerful erosion, as if It is necessary to erode the true power of the bald master.
"Give me a crack!"
The bald master screamed, and the power of the real yuan turned into a giant knife, and the purple demon snake smashed into the shadow, and the purple soul was cut off.
However, the next moment, there is an endless purple demon snake once again violently saved, accurately rolling his body, and then madly circling, the power of this martial art seems to be all controlled. Unparalleled precision.
"Get up!"
Lin Feng screamed and his eyes flickered. The hundreds of purple demon snakes rolled up the body of the bald master.
Lin Feng, he used the power of the martial arts to roll up the strong people of Xuanwujing.
In this scene, all the eyes of the people are frozen, and the look is bleak.
Strong Wuhun, Lin Feng, too strong, this strange Wuhun, as if to be able to incarnate thousands, hundreds of purple demon snakes, have been given life, help Lin Feng fight, will roll up the body of the bald master.
However, I did not know that at this time, the purple martial arts can be endowed with life. Such precision is that Lin Feng endured the pain of Lin Feng’s splitting, splitting the soul with the soul of the soul, quenching the soul, and then using these hundreds. The sorrowful soul acts on his purple soul, and it can be so powerful and precise. Hundreds of purple demon snakes are simultaneously saved and given life.
These lives are his soul.
When the eyelids are slightly closed, Lin Feng feels that the soul is slightly weak. He uses such a huge soul power at one time, and he still feels that he can't eat it. It is too difficult to control.
It is hard for him to imagine a scene in which the remnant of the soul is refining to the later stage, and how many billions of souls are separated.
Although Lin Feng’s eyes are closed, his fighting spirit is even stronger, and his sword is more vigorous. The sword in his hand seems to be squatting at any time.
At the same time, the main face of the bald bunker rolled up by the purple demon snake is stiff, and the power of the real yuan is turned into countless sharp knives.
"cut!"
An angry drink, the knives of the knives bloomed in the air, the purple martial arts broke, and his figure landed on the ground.
But at this moment, Lin Feng, who is close to his eyes, moves, and flutters like the wind!
"Cross, shadow kill!"
A cross of light blooms in the air, and it is almost unbelievable, and the eyes of the crowd can't keep up.
But the only sense of war and the meaning of destruction is so clear.
Until the light of the cross shines, when the blood flies, the crowd knows that the bald master who has not landed at this time has a cross blood mark on his chest.
The power of the true element of the body was torn apart, and the brilliance of the eagle eagle became dim, with crosses and blood rushing.
The power of the true Yuan, the unity of heaven and man, the sword of the of war, the soul of the purple snake and the cross shadow kill, achieved a blow to this lore, a lore to the strongest Xuanwu.
Lin Feng’s sword of the real yuan is nothing more than a simple force of the real yuan. Under this sword, there is too much powerful force.
"Eight tricks, there are two tricks!"
Lin Feng’s mouth spits a voice and trembles in the quiet space.
Eight strokes, less than ten strokes, but the defeat is not Lin Feng, but the bald master of Xuanwujing.
Ten strokes will kill, who kills?
The power of the real yuan circulated, the bald master sealed the wound, but at this moment he still languish, the light of the cross, the wound, not only the appearance, the sword, tearing his guilt.
"A good sword, a strong young man."
The crowd trembled, it was too shocking, things, once again did not progress as they imagined.
Lin Feng, once again created a miracle, a sword, only a sword, with the spirit of the eight martial arts to repair the power, defeated Xuanwu strong!
This sword goes down, let them see Lin Feng's eyes are different, Lin Feng, and the strongest of Xuanwujing are the same level, they need to look up.
Lan Jiao's eyes flickering, staring at Lin Feng, a frivolous teenager, no wonder, it is no wonder that her thousands of magical phantoms are useless, Lin Feng, is not an ordinary person, is a true genius.
At this time, the glaciers, the killing in the eyes is getting stronger and thicker, and the heart is dark: "The enchanting!"
Lin Feng, is a real enchanting, more enchanting than any of their disciples in the Snow Mountain Village. If Yun Haizong is not destroyed, having Lin Feng’s disciple will inevitably be fully cultivated. This son must be killed!
"waste!"
An evil voice spit out, and then I saw Mo's body tremble, and at the same time, the old body shape of the fire also moved, following him, not letting him have the opportunity to move Lin Feng.
However, Mo Zhen’s goal is not Lin Feng, but the owner of the Fort.
"No." The bald master seemed to realize what it was, and the body trembled and ran toward the void. However, at this time, the vines rolled toward the void and directly bound his body. Suddenly, the vine became a hobby. The vine, the flesh and blood of the main body of the bald bunk, went along the vine, and constantly flowed into Mo's body.
"boom!"
The hearts of the crowd trembled, so terrible, good evil exercises.
Mo Zhen's vines are actually sucking on the flesh and blood of the Fortress and the real yuan. I saw that the main face of the bald bunker was distorted at this time, and his face showed a look of incomparable fear. His body was violently shaking and struggling, a little bit of wilting. pause.
However, Mo Zhen is like a greedy devil, enjoying the engulfing of the Lord of the Fort.
The bald eagle's people face the color of fear, the body trembles slightly, the devil, their fortress, the devil, they are evil, and they never thought of this kind of evil.
After a while, the body of the bald bunker turned into a dry corpse, flesh, softly lying on the ground, bloodthirsty vines retracted, Mo Mo took a breath, full of intoxication.
"Animals!" Lin Feng's eyes are cold, Mo Zhen rebelled out of Yunhaizong, and actually cultivated these evils!
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