Chapter 210 Flying Immortals

The Lord is undoubtedly a strong man with the strength of the earth fairy level. No matter where he is, no one can find his whereabouts.

With the power of Ling Feng and Li Xuanba, even the sound of insects and ants touching the ground within a few miles around is a fish in the net. There is no omission, but the existence of the Lord cannot be felt. Under their super-sensory supervision, there is only one possibility, that is, the master's form and god are destroyed, and it no longer exists between heaven and earth, or has long been far away.

Of course, this is not the real situation. The heart and spirit of the Lord have already reached a level that can avoid their touch. Only when he may be unfavorable to him can he faintly produce a very faintly vague sensation.

When the feeling became stronger and stronger, Ling Feng was sure that the Lord had been lurking nearby and had never left!

However, he obviously has no spare time to think about this problem carefully.

Li Xuanba's sword has arrived, and the compelling sword spirit and sharp sword spirit rushed into the air with his big bird-like figure.

This sword seems simple and plain, but no one knows where the sword power comes from, no one knows what kind of change the sword power will make, or even no one knows whether the sword power is fast or slow, because this sword is like containing endless changes in the universe, endless, endless beginning and endless.

This sword, with an extremely condensed sword spirit, has reached the realm of the unity of heaven and man. There is no trace at all. If it were an ordinary person, there is no other way but to retreat and avoid its sharpness. Moreover, this retreat is also very learned. It must block the enemy's downward changes. Otherwise, the enemy will be affected by the air machine and take advantage of the attack, and he will not be able to escape the fate of defeat on the spot.

However, the Lingfeng at this moment is obviously not comparable to ordinary people. Every pore in the body is sensing the route and strength of the sword, and transmitting all the data collected to the brain center for decision.

The heavenly punishment sword is only six feet away from him, but the sword spirit and the strong wind have made his hair and clothes fly back. The amazing pressure makes people breathless.

The air flow around it is several feet, rotating rapidly, and a sharp blade-like air front, collides rapidly in this range.

If Ling Feng is in the center of the storm, he will not move. All the pressure will concentrate on him and roll him into the cyclone of the rapids.

But if he doesn't move, it will be a mortal situation. How can the mortal body resist the sword spirit that can be called a peerless divine soldier?

He has no way out.

The cyclone turned more and more rapidly, and the sword spirit was getting closer and closer, but he was still fearless.

"Good to come!" Ling Feng suddenly slapped and laughed. At the beginning, the laughter was slightly unpleasant, as if it came from the eighteenth floor of hell, and suddenly occupied the whole world.

Suddenly hearing Ling Feng's laughter, Li Xuanba suddenly seemed to be in the rage of the wind, as if going against the current. He knew that Ling Feng had dissolved his spiritual power into the laughter and launched the fiercest hard attack on himself. If there was a slight gap in his heart, he would immediately be restrained and show a flaw.

He knew the benefits and did not dare to be careless. He quickly took his mind. He was the sword, the sword was him, and he could no longer distinguish each other.

At this time, Ling Feng's body moved steeply, like turning into three figures, one black, one blue and one yellow, divided into three different directions, becoming a horn.

Wow! Poo! Sneer!

One palm, one punch, one finger all out, black, white, gold, three electric lights rushed to the attacking sword spirit, but somewhere in front of the sword spirit, they converged together, bursting out a colorful brilliance.

Li Xuanba was shocked. He took advantage of the power of thunder and lightning to achieve the best state of his spirit. This sword was ready to go and contained the power of heaven and earth. What's more, after the human sword was psychic, the sword spirit spewed out, and the strength of spiritual attack reached the strongest. Who would have thought that Ling Feng had such a means!

He has already learned Ling Feng's three-point vitality. How can he expect that at this time, after the integration of the three families of Buddhism and demons, it is more than a hundred times and a thousand times stronger than the original momentum?

The moonlight and starlight are more dim, and all the brilliance between heaven and earth has been concentrated on Li Xuanba's sword spirit and the dazzling brilliance suddenly bursting out by Ling Feng.

The figure dissipated, and Ling Feng stood in place as if it had never moved. The lonely peak stood tall and stood with his hands behind his hands, quietly waiting for the result of this move. Only the slightly frowning eyebrows can show that his heart is not calm.

Of course, he is not worried about the victory or defeat of this battle. He is considering the position of respecting the Lord. Intuitively told him that the Lord would definitely take action, but the problem was that he did not know the timing, angle and way of the Lord's action!

The long sky and dark clouds walked quickly, and the earth was dark and dim. Finally, it covered the whole sky, and the electric light flashed the sky from time to time.

Boom! The spirit collided, and a fierce airflow swirled around, as if to tear up this empty space. Then, the sky hit a thunderstorm, which had been brewing for a long time, filled the world in an instant.

Thunder and lightning, heavy rain, pouring down.

The center of the two popular bangs formed a vacuum, and the range could not be expanded. Even the slightest dust completely dissipated, and the raindrops steamed here, turning into a light fog. Soon after, the space expanded to the limit, and countless air molecules immediately filled it, stirring up bursts of sparks.

Li Xuanba flew away with his sword and threw it upside down. His whole body was about to crack, and his qi and blood were churning. He turned sharply in the air and fell 30 feet away.

Ling Feng was still standing, and his whole body was full of true air. The heavy rain came five feet above his head and splashed around, and not a drop of water could touch him.

The aftershocks of that strong force has caused no damage to him, both in terms of momentum and the operation of true qi, it has reached the peak!

He spit out a mouthful of blood, loosened his chest, and recovered smoothly. Li Xuanba was in mid-air and suddenly stopped, as if he had stepped on the brakes. His long sword was raised high over his head, and with the thunder and lightning flash behind him, like a god.

In the next moment, a dazzling electric light broke through the sky and hit the blade of the sword directly. The blade immediately lit up, and thousands of rays of light, the high-voltage current around the blade body, squeaking on the sword.

Seeing Ling Feng's confused look, he was very proud. Suddenly, his pupils suddenly contracted, showing disbelief.

Ling Feng's clothes were broken, revealing strong muscles and a perfect figure. There was an iron piece (Jianghuai Order) at his waist, and a strong bow appeared in his hand!

Raise your eyebrows, hold your head high, swing your waist, raise your shoulders, raise your elbows, and twist your wrists. In an instant, Ling Feng's expression became pious and solemn. He held the bow handle with his left hand, raised his left arm straight to the top of his head, and pressed his right hand, like holding a real arrow feather, and like a heavy object holding a thousand pounds. He slowly pulled the bow inch by inch, straight into a full moon. The left hand slowly sank at a fixed rate, and finally hung to the chest without moving. The bow drew a beautiful arc from high to low, and the arrow condensed into momentum aimed at Li Xuanba's chest.

Ling Feng's series of movements are complex and orderly, like the famous singers, even in the euphemistication of the song, the words are clear, without a little pause and hesitation. Although it seems to be a long time, it is actually just a few breaths.

This kind of organized visual contrast is the most uncomfortable.

Seeing that Li Xuanba's heart was shocked, he could clearly feel the earth-shaking force contained in the other party's arrow. It turned out that he was not the only one who had a card. His card has been turned over, so what about Ling Feng's arrow?

But how could he be idle? He abruptly pressed down the throb at the bottom of his heart. With a sharp roar, the long sword in his hand shot out a few feet of sword spirit, holding the electric light, the lightning flashed in the air, turned into a shiny and huge neon, and took the wind straight to the wind.

Ling Feng showed a sneer on his face, and he disdained Li Xuanba's poor skill.

He was sure that the bow in his hand was by no means the dead moon bow cast by the arrow master. How could a mortal bow help him make a breakthrough in his spiritual sense when he was weak?

The power of the strange energy implied in the bow is unpredictable. Although he can't give full play to it, it is not a problem to repel Li Xuanba. But how could such a peerless bow fall into the hands of Qu Ao?

The sword spirit is coming, and his arrows are full of strength.

Li Xuanba's face changed greatly. He felt that he seemed to have entered a dizzy aura. Every inch of skin was under pressure from different directions, which was a kind of domineering and almost tangible murderous atmosphere. He suddenly realized that he had made an unforgivable mistake. How could he put himself in danger and completely expose himself to the other party's bow and arrow?

The wrist waved, and the sword spirit immediately returned to defense. Not only because the arrows are aimed at him with incomparable accuracy, but also because the unparalleled hegemony has tightly locked every direction of him. As long as he has a slight change, he is guaranteed to be immediately blown into a ton of blood rain by this sharp arrow containing the power of destruction and turn into fragments, and his iron body will not help.

He felt that the other party's arrow seemed to be a spirit with life. It contained everything, including Ling Feng's essence, qi, god, and even life and soul.

Heaven, earth, man and arrow, under the big bow with the power of death as a medium, are perfectly combined into a whole, but he is a foreign body in this whole, and all the forces that can be combined are locked on him.

The thunder and lightning are still raining, and it is getting more and more violent.

In the confrontation, the two people who look at each other have completely ignored time and space. How can they resist the launch of the crossbow with a distance of dozens of feet? This is likely to be a fatal blow.

The air in the void became heavy, and the raindrops became quiet when they landed, as if they were afraid to disturb the two people who were containing huge energy.

This battle has reached the stage of victory or defeat.

Ling Feng let go of his hand, and the arrow came out, turning into a virtual light, as if tearing the whole world apart, making a sharp and harsh string sound. The rain suddenly stopped for a moment, and all the space seemed to collapse in an instant, including the murderous atmosphere full of void, which were all absorbed by this arrow.

"Wow--" Endless electric light is cast from the night sky, condensed and not scattered, and lasts for a long time, such as several silver dragons that are tightly entangled together, constantly intertwined, entangled and trembling between heaven and earth...

Heaven and earth are no longer in darkness, but a palpitating light. Almost no one can open their eyes in this light, and it is like heaven and earth collapse, fly away in an instant, and turn into nothingness.

The whole world seems to be unreal, and the crowd within dozens of miles seems to have entered a dream that is difficult to wake up. In the chaos, there is only endless powerful airflows dissipating and radiating in all sides, still with gravel and mud, and everyone is lost in it.

When the arrow arrived, Li Xuanba's spiritual consciousness had clearly captured the direction of the arrow.

At this time, the eyes do not seem to play their due role at all.

The speed is so fast that it is almost completely non-existent. It is as fast as breaking through this space and suddenly coming out of another space, or the arrow has turned into another form of existence, such as consent, like void, becoming abstract and nothingness, but it really exists. Therefore, he couldn't catch the arrow with his eyes at all.

For good, he still has spiritual consciousness. His keen spiritual perception helped him a big favor, and his heart was relaxed. His sword waved crazily and condensed all the power he could condense to make the last and most wild blow.

Life and death, success and failure are all related to this sword that destroys the world.

Boom! Arrows and swords hit each other with terrible accuracy, just like the collision of two souls.

Li Xuanba finally found the arrow at the last minute. He knew that he could not avoid this arrow. No speed in the world could be faster than this devastating arrow at such a short distance. Therefore, the only way to save his life was to block hard.

Fortunately, he succeeded!

When everyone was lost, they seemed to hear the crisp, melodious and thrilling sound of gold and iron, but it seemed to be from the distant sky, or the hell of the underworld. There was an indescribable strangeness.

The last loud noise once again broke through the chaos of heaven and earth. The white brilliance was like a lake broken by a huge ship, separated from the middle and rushed quickly to both sides.

Where the white brilliance was separated, the ground was like being buried with tens of millions of bombs. The earth and rocks burst and flew around, and were blown away by an unparalleled airflow. The sound was strong enough to shock the world and cry!

In the electric fire, a light and shadow is like a dragon of the clouds, drawing a perfect arc in the void and shooting at Li Xuanba, who can't help spewing blood in the sky.

It's Lingfeng, just like the Lingfeng of flying immortals!

"Take advantage of his illness and kill him!" Ling Feng's strength is still not exhausted. He put away the strong bow as soon as possible and vowed not to stop if he didn't kill Li Xuanba.

Although the three babies who control the body also carry all the resentment and hatred of the original owner. Their spirit is all cultivated by Ling Feng, which is a closer connection than blood.

Li Xuanba's eyes were frightened, and Death had never been so close to him as at this moment. Even if he was defeated by Bi Xuan that year, he was confident that he could escape his life, but now he didn't!

The body retreats quickly, and the long sword in his hand turns into a fierce light and throwing it towards the wind. What kind of bullshit sword is integrated, and the sword does not leave the body. How is its own life important?

"Cang!" Ling Feng's body was like an invincible magic soldier. Wherever he passed, the sword light immediately collapsed, and he didn't know where the long sword was hit. However, this sword also has a strong lethality, which hinders his body.

What made Li Xuanba sad and afraid was that it only stopped for a moment. Ling Feng followed like a shadow, and followed again, like a maggot attached to the bone, and he kept going.

Three feet!

Li Xuanba's hair is not only soaked by rain, but also the cold sweat on his back is spreading crazily. The strong wind hit his face, and he was hunting. He clearly felt the powerful crisis behind him.

Two feet!

Ling Feng waved his hand, gathered water, and drained his palms!

"Fight!" Li Xuanba knew that he could no longer escape death. He suddenly turned around and stopped moving forward. He pointed into a sword and stabbed Ling Feng.

Life and death are no more than a line.