Chapter 64: Sword of death

"Others have a good background and a high status. Even if they are talented, they can grow up with a panacea, pack with powerful weapons, and become a strong, and I have no good background. Everything can only rely on one's own strength." Whispered in my heart.
In the past, life has too much helplessness and restraint. To succeed, in addition to your own efforts, you have to be lucky, opportunity, and back, especially if you want to climb to a high place. It is too difficult for this world. Fairness, after all, was born there, but the efforts of the day after tomorrow are enough to change the fate.
As long as your talent is not too weak, you can rely on your unremitting efforts and a persistent and persistent heart to fight and fight for the glitz.
Lin Feng, his talent is not only weak, but also powerful and terrible. In this case, how can he not rely on his own strength to fight hard.
Thinking of this, Lin Feng's figure flickered and moved. In a few moments, in front of him, a one-horned rhinoceros was eating a small beast, and full of blood.
At this time, Lin Feng converges the black mist and moves slowly.
As if to perceive what, the one-horned rhinoceros turned around, the huge eyes stared at Lin Feng, the bloodthirsty look in the Tongling-like pupils flashed.
Human beings, there are human beings who dare to run to their sites.
One-horned rhinoceros, born with a single-horned, bloodthirsty and brutal, the normal adult horned rhinoceros is a first-class spirited beast, six feet long and three feet tall.
The one-horned rhinoceros in front of me is just the same. It should be just a mature adult, a first-class spirit monster.
"The one-horned rhinoceros is fast and sharp, but the strongest is its defensive power. The human power of the ordinary spirit and the realm of the realm of the realm can not shake the same level of the one-horned rhinoceros."
Lin Feng recalled the impression of the one-horned rhinoceros in his mind. Even the defense could not be broken. If it was met, unless the speed was faster than the one-horned rhinoceros, it would be a dead end.
At this point, the forefoot of the one-horned rhinoceros was swayed on the ground, and immediately there was a pit appearing there, ready to launch an attack.
Lin Feng’s mouth was a little cold and awkward. From his body, a sharp sword fluttered fiercely and stabbed the air.
Moreover, with Lin Feng stepping out every step of the way, this sword is even more intense. After a few steps, there is a whistling sound in the space.
The hair of the one-horned rhinoceros rose upright, only to feel that the body was cut by a sharp blade, and roared, and its huge body suddenly turned and fled.
The spirit monster has already possessed wisdom, and feels the violent kendo trend. It knows this human being, and it is not easy to provoke.
"Floating light."
Where can Lin Feng let it escape, the figure flashes, and the sly swordsmanship suddenly illuminates.
"Death a sword."
The shackles of the sword were overwhelming, sweeping down, and a white sword fell from the sky and landed on the ground.
The running horned rhinoceros body splits directly from the middle, but still does not stop the rushing momentum, blood is full of land.
Lin Feng figure flashed, a black drug mist filled the air, instantly wrapped the body of the one-horned rhinoceros, in the demon fog, the sword light filled, for a moment, the demon fog will drift like a wind.
The beast is very sensitive to gas, and there are too many powerful monsters in the Black Wind Ridge. Therefore, Lin Feng kills the behemoth and kills the beast nucleus after lightning, then leaves without leaving a moment.
The sword of death, Lin Feng is still very satisfied with the sword just now, the one-horned rhinoceros defense is very strong, but still instantly the body cracked, can not stop the points.
Soon, in another place, the same scene was re-enacted, but this time the monster is no longer a one-horned rhinoceros, but a cracked bear, a first-class spirit monster, still being killed by a sword.
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Two days later, on the edge of the Black Wind Ridge, a ragged young man stood by the sword, and across from him was a huge monster snake hovering.
The demon snake is more than 20 meters long, and the thick body is hovering. The skull is five meters high in the air, and it is terrifying.
Especially its huge pupils, emitting green light, the youth overlooking the ground, the mouth is constantly spewing poisonous mist, and in the belly of the demon snake, there is still blood oozing out.
"The tyrant of the two-level spirit monsters is really strong." Lin Feng's tattered clothes have a huge hole in the clothes, revealing the skin, there is a huge bruise, it was injured by the black scorpion in front of the eyes. .
In these two days, Lin Feng killed hundreds of monsters, most of them are first-class spirit monsters, and the second-level spirit monsters also have several heads, but like the so-called second-level spirit monsters in front of them, the first encounter.
"Hey, hehe..." The long tongue spit out the letter, and the black scorpion finally spit out a large piece of poisonous gas. Lin Feng's body flashed and avoided.
But at about the same time, Wusong's body descended from the sky, sweeping from the tail, covering the sky, and a large tree at the top of Lin Feng was swept in, instantly bursting, and there was no blockage of the front of the Wuhuan giant tail.
Fast, but not only fast, but also overbearing, not yet, Lin Feng felt a very violent hurricane sweeping.
If Lin Feng is hard-hitting, he is absolutely injured. As one of the overlords in the second-level spirit, the attacking power is too strong.
The body refracted from the air, and the sharp swords flashed past, leaving a blood mark on the body of the black scorpion, and disappeared without a shadow.
A cry of crying like a nine secluded, Lin Feng only felt a strong oppressive force to follow himself, and the huge body of Wuhua continued to sweep toward him.
"Booming..."
The trees burst wildly, and Lin Feng’s figure was disguised again. However, Wu’s body followed, and if someone was next to it, only Lin Feng’s body would be seen, while Wuhuan would be completely mad, the tail would sweep the world, and the whole space would be It is the shadow of its giant tail, which is turned upside down.
The second-level sorcerer Wusong, even if it is a third-level human strong, it is necessary to shun the three homes, and dare not easily provoke, and Lin Feng, he only advanced to Lingwujing two days.
"The sword of death." Lin Feng sighed softly, and his sword was violent, squatting on the body of Wuhuan, blood rushing.
But this time, Wuhuan did not feel that it was violent, it had to be Lin Feng’s life, and it was completely angry and crazy.
"Don't play with you."
Lin Feng was almost swept by the black scorpion, and his heart was cold. In two days, the sword has been sharpened. Now he has self-confidence. He can swipe the vast majority of the spiritual martial arts. There are a few people in the spirit of the martial arts who can say that they are stronger than Wuhuan.
The dawn of the celestial martial arts is the first to be unsealed. Lin Feng’s pupils become deep and deep, and the dark world is once again in front of you. There is nothing to escape from his eyes and ears, even the black scorpion. The violent attack fell into his eyes, as if it had become a lot slower.
Flashing a bit, the attack of Wuhuan passed by, Lin Feng clenched the soft sword, his eyes cold and ruthless.
A dead sword is blooming from him, with a strong sense of destruction and death.
Looking up, Lin Feng quietly looked at the huge body of Wuhuan, and shot a death sword in the pupil, no desire, no heart and no heart.
"Death...the sword."
Lin Feng's mouth is lightly moving, and the long sword is lifted up. On top of the sword body, in addition to the brilliance of the brilliance, there is still a gray gas, the gas of destruction, the gas of death.
"Hey, hey..."
The incomparably strong gray light rushed into the sky, accompanied by a fierce mourning, the thick and majestic Wuhua body, was cut off by a sword, landed on the ground, dusty.
The huge body squirmed and swayed. Lin Feng stepped forward and the sword of death was again thrown out. He was kneeling in the seven-inch land of Wuhuan. Finally, the incomparable strong vibration stopped in an instant, and the world seemed to be quiet.
The black scorpion of one of the second-class spirit monsters, he died!
The sword of death is the result of Lin Feng’s stay in the Black Wind Ridge for two days. Of course, there are many beasts of the spirit beast.
Before the footsteps, Lin Feng took a lot of effort to take out the beast of the black scorpion, and then the figure flashed, leaving the side directly, and went outside the black wind ridge.
Two days later, the animal tide has already retreated, and the ancestral gate of Yunhaizong seems to be about to begin.
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