Chapter 662: Against dead wood

In the middle of the body of the ink, the blood mark is so shocking, a blood line burst from the blood marks, and constantly poured into the blood-stained sword where Lin Feng hangs.
Drink blood swords and drink blood.
The eyes of the crowd were slightly stiff, gazing at the sword, the sword, and drinking blood. It was so glaring, a terrible blood sword.
In the void, the sorcerer's gaze was also condensed there, watching the blood flowing in the void, watching the blood of the ink enter the sword in the hands of Lin Feng, and the eyes are cracked.
Lin Feng, in front of his face, killed his disciple, and it was such a murder. There was only one sword, sword, and blood.
All this, still in the case that he has threatened Lin Feng, he threatened, Lin Feng, killing more determined.
The speed of the blood line is too fast, only the sword trembles, the blood on the sword is more and more eye-catching, as if life is beating, Lin Feng is expressionless, turning back, drinking blood sword into the sheath, suddenly blood The sword was calm, and his footsteps slowly returned to their original position, as if nothing had happened.
But the heart of the crowd is not calm at the moment. The strength of Lin Feng, the seven realms of Xuanwujing, the will of the three kendos, the sword of the blood and the powerful swordsmanship, the death of a sword, the killing of the eight peaks of Xuanwujing Although the back of the ink has been injured by Lin Feng, if the situation is crazy, but Lin Feng's own strength is still undoubted, it seems that they need to re-estimate the strength of Lin Feng.
The crowd thought that the Mausoleum and the Duan had no way. It should be the two strongest people in the snowy area. Jun Mo Xi should be ranked third. After that, he should be regarded as one of the other eight talents among the eight great talents. However, at this moment, Lin Feng broke their imagination. One of the eight great talents was killed by Lin Feng. Lin Feng has the strength to enter the top eight seats. There is no doubt about it.

It seems that the young people who got the first jade spoon are underestimated.

In the hearts of the crowd, a sword kills the ink, Lin Feng's strength, and perhaps even the opportunity to rank the top five seats.
The first four seats should be four people, such as the Emperor Mausoleum, Duan Duo, Jun Mo Xi and Bloody. As for the latter, Ling Xiao, there is a chance to compete for the fifth seat. When I see Lin Feng encounters dead wood, Ling Xiao will be What is the situation? If Lin Feng can beat Ling Xiao, the top five seats should be stable.
"Hidden is really deep enough." The crowd simply did not think that Lin Feng, who only had the five-fold cultivation of Xuanwujing, could have the opportunity to step into the top five seats. It was too unexpected and surprising.
Without such a fight, they are more expecting, the more exciting, the more they can inspire the blood of their hearts, and let their heart pursue the martial arts more persistent and more determined.
"Do people take you away, or do I handle it?"
Snow impermanence looked at the master of the ink, asked, the eyes of the ink master, cold, swept Lin Feng, then said: "I will take away."
After all, the ink master respected the footsteps. In the twinkling of an eye, he came to the front of the body of the ink. The sleeves of the robe were swung, and the body of the ink was rolled up and floated away, but there was a horrible whistling wind roaring in the void. Even oppressed Lin Feng, blowing Lin Feng's clothes.
This Lin Feng is indeed courageous enough to kill him. This is undoubtedly offensive to the strong existence of a Tianwu realm. It seems to be careful in the future.
Seeing people leave, Snow returned to his position, stood on the void, and said to the crowd: "Since the ink is dead, then those who have not fought with the ink, add a victory."
There is no disagreement among the people. Since Zhai Mo is dead, if he does not give a victory to those who have never fought with the ink, it is unfair to those top geniuses because they could have defeated. Ink, so in the end, the people who get cheap are actually those who are not as good as ink, but the real depression is still flying.
There are a total of three battles in the ink, and the battle of the king is defeated, the battle of Lin Feng defeated, only wins him, which means that only he is defeated in the battle against the ink, others are winning.
Tang faint is still a victory,
In addition to Tang secluded, other people in the front, also won one by one, without losing one.
The next battle, Lin Feng, defeated the silver sword man in the 12th position. When the silver sword met the blood sword, it did not surprise everyone. The blood sword was sharper, and soon the silver sword was forced. Admit defeat.
In addition, after challenging the silver sword man, Lin Feng directly challenged the Liu Yuqin rain, and continued to challenge, because the ink and the wheel, others have directly one more victory.
Yu Yu uses the piano as a weapon, and the piano sounds. People's six desires seem to burn in the heart, and they are tempted by the sound of the piano, which is defeated by her. However, Lin Feng has always been strong in will and spiritual strength is very powerful. It’s amazing, but it’s impossible to let Lin Feng lose his strength. In the end, he can only end up with the defeat of Yu Yu.
In the first five battles, Lin Feng won!
In addition to the victory of Zhai Mo, the same five-game victory as Lin Feng, there are five people, such as Emperor Mausoleum, Duan Duo, Jun Mo Xi, Bloody, Ling Xiao, which are expected by the crowd. Of course, there is still one person, some of whom are unexpectedly expected by the crowd.
In the sixth battle, Lin Feng played against the dead wood.
"If Lin Feng can overcome the dead wood, the first six seats, there is no suspense." The crowd looked at Lin Feng and the dead wood on the battle platform, secretly said that the eight geniuses of the four empire of the snow, Lin Feng has been smouldering and rain Falling down the horse, killing the ink, defeating the rain, vacated two positions, if it wins the dead wood, it will make three seats, the first six, there is no suspense.
The look of dead wood gaze at Lin Feng, his eyes are cautious, and he dare not have the slightest contempt. Lin Feng is able to kill the ink with a sword. The strength is undoubted, and he dares to have a little care.
The general idea is that he is defeated.
Behind him, a dead wood drifted there, this is his martial art, although the dead wood is called the enchanting scorpion, but his martial arts, is dead wood, dead wood, very strange martial arts, dry enchanting, is him Another scholastic, a set of martial arts, is extremely powerful.
"Pull the sword." The dead wood looked at Lin Feng, and said, but Lin Feng shook his head, blood sword, still in the scabbard.
The dead wood frowned, looking at Lin Feng, it seems that there is a bit of dissatisfaction: "While you are powerful, but do not pull the bleeding sword to defeat me, I am afraid it is unlikely, I am not swearing, not as mad as he is. ""
"Sword, not my only means, just like you used to think that I am only good at the golden body, to deal with your dead wood, the flame, is the most suitable." Lin Feng slowly open, in an instant, on his body, a terrible The flame whistling, the flame, shrouded Lin Feng's body, letting his whole body seem to be bathed in the word of fire, and the space made a loud noise.
"Well?" The crowd was stunned, Lin Feng, and he had other powerful means to deal with dead wood, not bleeding swords, and using flames.
"Then I will try your flames." On the dead wood, a quiet atmosphere is getting richer and thicker, as if Wanmu is going to die, to destroy death, a dead wood vine, sticking out his hands. , rolled toward the body of Lin Feng.
Lin Feng stepped forward and his hands trembled. The two hot flames gathered in his hands, and the dead wood vine came. The flames of his hands were immediately printed. The dead wood vines were burned to nothingness. As soon as they touched the flame, they were immediately Burning.
"A very powerful flame." The eyes of the crowd were slightly condensed, and only the body of the dead wood was seen. Numerous dead vines stabbed toward Lin Feng, as if they were a sword with a handle and shot at Lin Feng.
"Burning!" Lin Feng's hands trembled, and suddenly the terrible flame roared wildly. Above the sky, the dim light of the sun was poured down and printed on the flame. Any dead wood that touched the flame was burned immediately. There are no exceptions.
"Kill!" The dead wood screamed, the space between him and Lin Feng, all dead wood, all withered, a dead, as if in the gray world of silence, in addition to endless dead wood vines toward Lin Feng When he rolls away, his palms are also slaps out. They are dead and dead. If they hit, I am afraid that people will wither like trees.