"The eighth level of the great **** is indeed amazing!" Lin Feng said calmly and indifferently, "However, you use the accumulation of your predecessors to force a breakthrough. Although your cultivation level has been reached, the martial arts will be weak and pitiful."

"The foundation is weak, and it seems strong, but in fact it has a mere appearance and is vulnerable to a single blow."

Lin Feng calmly analyzed the pros and cons, and after renewing his life, he had a deeper understanding of cultivation.

He understands, and he believes Baktu understands.

"In this life, you also live in vain!"

With that said, Lin Feng cut out the second form of Longyan Sword Art.

This formula is faster, more accurate and more powerful than the first formula.

For a time, it stirred up the wind and clouds, and brought a powerful vortex in mid-air.

He stood in the void, his clothes fluttering, his black hair flying randomly, and his whole body was full of sword energy.

The Dragon Flame Sword burst out of the sky, condensing Lin Feng's martial arts will, with the momentum of the world, and headed towards Baktu.

"dead!"

At this moment, Lin Feng looked indifferent like a **** and devil who controls life and death.

The powerful Dragon Flame Sword was directly suppressed like a punishment from heaven.

It's like Mount Tai is pressing on the top.

"impossible?"

Bhaktou looked at the long sword like Tianzhu, covering himself, and his calm heart began to tremble.

"How could there be such a powerful warrior in the Middle-earth Continent?"

Baktu's opportunity is almost desperate.

He arranged for three thousand years and counted everything, except that Lin Feng's accident was not counted.

But how could he sit still?

Roar!

Bhaktou let out a deafening roar.

Immediately afterwards, the phantom of the snow wolf behind him overlapped with his body, and he directly transformed into a huge snow wolf.

"The wolf race turned into a human form...it's interesting."

The corner of Lin Feng's mouth turned up slightly. He had only seen relevant records of the Snow Wolf family in the Royal Library, which existed three thousand years ago. He did not expect to see it in this life, which was an eye-opener.

"Damn human beings, stop our tribe's great cause of reunification, go to hell!"

Baktu let out a long whistle, his face sullen, with a huge mouth, wanting to swallow Lin Feng.

"You can't beat me when you become a human, and you want to beat me when you become a beast? A joke!"

Bang!

The second form of the Long Yanjian fell directly, and he pierced Bhaktou neatly.

Then the infinite sword spirit fell like rain, baptizing this square of heaven and earth.

Although Bhaktou fought back, he did not hesitate to expose his true body, he had reached the top power of the great god.

But he was still defeated by Lin Feng.

The three-thousand-year plan was ruined, and the three-thousand-year plan came to nothing.

He is not reconciled!

But what?

Weak strength is helpless.

this is the truth.

Bhaktou's eyes stared at Lin Feng tightly until he died.

Do not look down.

He succeeded with only one step.

…

Baktu, the legendary figure who was regarded as the "son of the gods" by the Mobei prairie, has fallen.

The Xianbei army of more than one million can see clearly.

They even felt the breath of despair before the sweat was dying.

"How is it possible? How could Khan be defeated?"

The old general knelt on the ground tremblingly, eyes full of blood and tears.

In his mind, Da Khan is a god-like existence, no one is invincible, and with his own power, he can defeat the Moon Worship Dynasty without any resistance.

But now... the **** in his mind has completely fallen like this.

Facing the mysterious master who worshipped the moon, there was no resistance.

What a big blow!

The old general was trembling all over.

His spiritual world collapsed completely.

"puff-"

Spit out a mouthful of blood.

The old general's body fell directly to the ground.

She was dying, completely lost her breath.

Xianbei died of sweating profusely.

The old general is dead!

The Xianbei army had no leader for a while.

They had no goals, and the army fell apart immediately.

Some people even immediately turned their horses' heads and started running in the direction of Mobei.

The place of worshipping the moon is too horrible, it is like a nightmare, and they vowed never to come to this place again.

Lin Feng saw this scene with a smile on his face.

He knew that his sword had saved thousands of people, avoided a war, and saved thousands of families.

"This is the true essence of pursuing the supremacy of martial arts."

Not to be an expert in martial arts for yourself, but to be able to make the world peaceful.

…

The Xianbei army fled without a fight, and the people of Lincang, who were originally full of despair, began to cheer.

"Long live the moon god!"

"Long live the moon god!"

"Long live the moon god!"

…

For a while, the world began to boil, and public opinion was soaring.

Standing on the city wall, Lin Huang listened to the impassioned shouts, not at all unpleasant, but also happy.

He knew that the man was worth it.

It was he who saved the moon worshiping dynasty from danger time and time again, it was he who saved the people who worshipped the moon time and time again, and it was him who helped us time and time again to have today's moon worshiping dynasty.

Lin Huang smiled and looked at Lin Feng.

He seems to have never really known his fourth brother.

"If the emperor father knew, he would regret it." Lin Huang muttered to himself.

Abandoning his fourth brother, such an excellent prince, let him inherit the throne.

Fourth brother is much better than him. Suddenly, he looked at Lin Feng and frowned.