The 390th chapter, one person, one sword, arrogant

“Is this self-mutilation?”

"The little princess who thought that Xuankongzong was a smart person, I didn't expect it to be so stupid."

"If the impulse is useful, then what do you want to do?"

The cold sarcasm of Chongyunzong’s disciples, the grievances of the venting of the heart, the battle to this extent, is no longer a skill to solve, although the latter is very sharp, the three-month change is like a reincarnation, but after all, it is a level .

The seven-level Wuhuang, that is the peak that cannot be crossed!

Do not blame, even the young man nodded secretly, Liu Shushu's combat power is certainly not weak, but after all, it is somewhat frivolous, unsettled, in this case, the only choice is to admit defeat.

At the same time, he also secretly nodded, can be condensed to such a degree in such a short period of time, it is really valuable, even if there are not many rushing clouds, it is no wonder that Xiao Yan is called a genius.

Unfortunately, genius also has a dead end!

On the stage, Wang Lengshui’s face was stunned, and the storm formed by the power of the seven martial arts became more and more fierce. The hurricane was as cold as a scraping steel knife, and it was raging to break the shank. It was also a seven-level martial artist. She was more than Wu Mingxi. Be a little stronger.

In the hair dance, she turned her head and looked at the direction of the young man. Under the forehead of the latter, it sipped a lightly, and the power of the martial arts on the body further burst, making the storm more raging, forming a blade of swords and rain, overwhelming. And next.

Do not dodge!

Don't want to lose!

"expensive!"

Xiao Yan slammed into the sky and drank long, her eyes were stunned, three months of sorrow, three months of life and death, not only nine days of killing, but also "such as Nirvana", she is not like a reborn, but a real nirvana!

Today, she is not coming to fight, but to fight people.

At this time, she is not to be humiliated, but to insult!

Under the storm, the flames on her body burned, igniting the morning light, surpassing the sun, and then, in full view, the fourth golden flame also slowly emerged, it is more glaring than the sun!

It is more scorching than a sharp language!

The scene of boiling and simmering was quiet. People opened their mouths and completely lost their voice. In the fire, they saw a goddess of fire and a flying phoenix!

The raging cloud is burly, about eighteen years old, but has a 28-year-old face, flesh and blood forming lines, outline a kind of overbearing picture, standing in the crowd, it is a king of Tota.

He looked at the wind and sighed coldly.. "Here is the Chongyunzong, the genius is born, not the place where you can scatter the wild. If you are smart, go out as soon as possible."

"What I am saying is, the real roll!"

"You see that I am as thin as a rib, I don't want to roll it. I think it's a good thing to roll it." Ling Feng's face is gloomy. The other is a physical repair. This is what he has learned since he cultivated his body. The first person.

However, the latter is only a bronze spirit. Compared with the golden treasure of his peak period, the latter is still a warrior, but what about it? !

"I like your unwillingness to lose, so I will be happy!"

The gale wind came step by step, shaking the ground and trembled. "I can see that you are also a physical repair, then take out the weapon, I will knock you down."

"Nothing, I can punch you to death with both fists!" Ling Fengsen's cold counterattack.

"court death!"

The gale angered, the double hammer in the hands of a fierce glimpse, splashed a sizzling spark, directly swayed, slammed down to Ling Feng, as fast as the wind.

The heavy hammer, in his hands, is as light as a feather, without the slightest elbow.

"Actually, I really will let you roll."

Ling Feng's small face was cold and his hands clenched into fists. At that moment, he had a dark golden brilliance. It was not as big as a giant hammer, and there was no such thing as bronze, but it had a thrilling power.

"Boom!"

The giant sound is worn out, such as the sound of the waves, and it has been echoing in the Chongyun dynasty for a long time. This is the battle between the physical repairs. What is the power of the Emperor, what speed and sword must be smashed, in such a blow Next, Ling Feng does not hide or not, that is, to kill the latter from the front, what he hates most is that he can "roll" very round, but he has to impose on him.

200,000 pounds and 150,000 pounds of huge explosion!

People have covered their ears and stepped back a few steps. Some of the warriors who have been repaired as weaknesses are stinging eardrums. They have blood, and the ground is blasting. There is an invisible Weibo, sweeping from the feet of everyone. And when it was opened, many people were shaken to the ground, and the ankles seemed to be broken.

The storm has not passed.

Ling Feng stood on the ground, the silk did not move, the smile was still blooming, and the gale cloud was snoring, the tiger's mouth cracked, and even ten steps back, each step left a depth of one foot on the ground. The pit, the animal boots have been broken, and there is still blood in the pit.

His eyes were astonished and completely unimaginable. Such a teenager could burst out with such a horrible force. It is no wonder that the six-level Wuhuang was in front of him like a chicken.

"Who are you?" Li Fengyun resisted the blood of his heart and asked.

"Are you asking me?"

Ling Feng pointed at his nose and said, "You will do it to me when you come up. You didn't tell me your name. Why do I tell you?"

"I am a gale!"

"I control you as a storm, or a crack, don't think that you have a middle-aged man's face, I will not beat you!" Ling Feng sharply shouted.

......

"Are you rolling yourself, or am I hitting you?" Ling Feng asked dissatisfied.

......

Everyone is sluggish, their teeth are grinded, and the boy in front of him is even more abominable than Liu Shushu. In a few words, he can get pneumorrhage, stomach bleeding, and the internal organs are turbulent.

Now they finally know why Liu Shushu has become so sharp, and there is such a "close-fitting master", it is difficult to change without thinking.

The wind, the nose, the mouth, and the eyelids are all discouraged. The blush is black. It has always been too old to be his heart disease, plus the burly body, even if standing with the middle-aged people, It is not obvious, but this is his taboo.

Since he entered the Chongyunzong, there are also many geniuses who teased him. As a result, he stood still, but those people have already rolled.

Now, this boy has committed his taboo!

This is a never-ending battle!

"I will mark you as an old man's face!" The violent wind angered, the suffocating cloud, the giant hammer glow, not only the strength of the body, but also the power of the Emperor.

He is a physical repairer, and he is a seven-level martial artist, and he is stronger than Wang Lengshui and Wu Mingxi, who have just broken through.

"Hey!"

The air exploded, and the two forces merged together. It was stronger than the one plus one. The gale of the wind and the body flashed, and it rushed to the front of Ling Feng. The two giant hammers slammed fiercely.

"Hey..."

The giant hammer smashed unimpeded and smashed the shadow of Ling Feng. Unfortunately, he was still too slow. The most terrible place in the nine days of killing is to be able to spur the potential of the warrior, whether it is strength or Speed ​​is all leapfrog, not to mention, the power of Ling Feng itself is terrible.

This is far from being comparable to one plus one.

Of course, it is also awkward, only flashing, it is impossible to do long-term flight, and only under the constant force, can take nine steps, and this is enough to deal with the storm.

The next moment, he appeared behind the latter, his eyes stunned, his feet squatting on the buttocks of the latter, weighing a huge force of 220,000 jins, breaking the leg bones of the gale, and the flesh and blood of the hips were smashed. Go on.

"Hey!"

The gale was rolling, and he relied on his proud body, and was crushed by the ankle. Even the power of the seven emperors was shaken away, and the bones rolled out.

It can be said that the nine-day killing of Ling Feng's comprehension is even deeper than that of Xiao Yan. It is enough to be proud of the speed in the realm of the Emperor Wu. It is rare to be comparable, let alone the fierce wind is too contemptuous.

Losing is inevitable!

Ling Feng also fulfilled his own "vow", let the gale cloud roll out, the latter just broke through the bronze spirit, which is the limit of 150,000 jin, can not withstand the force of 220,000 jin, the whole person They were all smashed. After rolling out ten feet, the head stunned and passed.

Although, physical repair can hold off the cruel flesh and tear, but once it exceeds the limit, it will still faint and die fatal.

Chongyunzong is silent and silent!

Only the cold hurricane storm is raging, and the heroic girl is climbing. She is like a female sword god. The four golden flames have become a cold sword, roaring like a dragon, all killed to Wang Lengshui.

Swords and spirits, murderous!

A sword is in the sky, and the demon is the Emperor!

This is the fourth kill of the nine days!

Under the embellishment of the golden flame, the four swords became a slashing knife, and a hole was made from the storm. Its light was weakened, but it was unstoppable and it was killed in a hard way...

"Hey..."

The storm dissipated. On the platform, an unwilling and beautiful figure fell. Her chest was smashed, blood was dripping, and her sternum was broken. It can be said that it was a lifeline. If it wasn’t for Xiao Yan’s last hand, she is now Already a dead person.

A sword defeated the enemy, still Liu Shushu!

She is not a three-level martial artist, but a four-level martial artist. She has been hiding and has never been surpassed.

Everyone was horrified at the **** the platform, and her eyes narrowed tightly. If the previous Xiao Yan was a headache, then from this moment, she was an unfathomable little. demon.

"Although you want to kill me, but I still leave you a life!"

Liu Shushu looked at Wang Lengshui deeply, and then stunned Chongyunzong as a disciple. "Now I announced that Liu Shushu won today."

She is arrogant, arrogant, and one person and one sword arrogant.