Chapter 175 Jian Lingfeng, die!

"Do you have the strength of the dragon in nine turns? Jian Lingfeng, come to hell!"

The knife slave suddenly rushed to kill. Seeing such a strange posture as Jian Lingfeng, his eyes showed a more and more hot light, shouted, and then closed his eyes, as if he had fallen into some kind of epiphany. His whole body suddenly emitted a chilling opportunity, and seemed to incarnate into a killing and ferocious. The fierce sword wants to cut in the air and destroy everything.

"Rumble..."

A huge sound explosion suddenly sounded, and the powerful airflow violent sounded around the figure of the knife slave, making it as powerful as a demon god, as if it had become a peerless sword, setting off a wild wave of air and rushing towards the sword in front of it.

"Kill!"

Suddenly opened his eyes, and after the momentum accumulated on his body reached a certain peak, the sword Lingfeng roared in vain, and his body was like a long gun that pierced the sky, crossing the void and destroyed through the ages. The stirred void made a hula sound, but its body suddenly rushed forward at a terrible speed and attacked the knife slave. .

Wang!

The long sword in the arms of the sword Lingfeng came out of its sheath, and a sword was cut out, gorgeous, turning into thousands of blooming fireworks. Then, these fireworks converging, a wonderful and amazing sword suddenly drew out.

What's more frightening is that this fierce attack is mixed with a kind of annihilation and eternal life! The immeasurable and immortal atmosphere seems that at this moment, Jian Lingfeng has become the god king who controls the life and death of others, and waved to judge the life and death of others.

"The secret of killing the sword!"

The cold voice of Jian Lingfeng echoed in the void, and this exquisite sword move instantly formed a terrible field, pulling fiercely and emitting great power. Of course, the most terrible thing is that once the artistic conception exuded in this sword formula is hit, the annihilation, immortality, immeasurable and immortal mood will come to his mind, a terrible mess.

"Amazing! It's worthy of sword cultivation!"

In the face of the terrible killing formula of the sword, the knife slave's eyes were bright, and the purple machete in his palm whined. The ghosts were haunted and exquisite. The tip of the knife was pointed out repeatedly, and then bloomed like a lotus flower, and three times were clicked out one after another. Suddenly, three traces of the void in front of him appeared. The slightly twisted airflow quickly converged together, turned into a huge airflow, and suddenly greeted it.

"Rumble..."

The loud sound shocked the sky, and the sword Lingfeng retreated, and then a glide, like a roc spreading its wings, flying at a low altitude, and attacking fiercely again.

"Puff!"

A mouthful of blood spewed out, and there was a blood stain on the knife slave's cheek. The first collision between the two, he suffered a little loss. However, there was no decadence on him at all. Instead, he became more and more warlike and wanted to die.

"Kill!"

With a bang, Jian Lingfeng will naturally not give up this weak advantage. His body exudes a kind of ruthlessness, ruthlessness, killing everything, and ruthlessness. At the same time, the ancient sword in his palm has been shaken thousands of times, transforming into psyched phantoms of people's hearts, making the void in front of him galloping. The airflow, the ruthless atmosphere circulating in it, is even more frightening.

"Huh! Jian Lingfeng, do you think that only you Jianxiu have such sharp killing skills? Pick me up and kill me!"

In the face of Jian Lingfeng's step by step, the knife slave roared angrily, and there was a strong sense of extermination all over his body. It seemed that he completely integrated himself and turned it into a fierce sword. Unexpectedly, he tore the surrounding voids apart the rushing airflow of pythons, shouted again and killed it fiercely.

"Destroy the world, my Lord ups and downs! Exterminate! Exterminate! Extermination!.....

At this moment, the sound of shouting shocked the world, and the knife slave's body soared a little out of thin air in the loud shout. His flame was as high as a wave, and he still closed his eyes, as if he had turned into a fierce sword and shook his right palm out of thin air.

Light and floating, as empty as cotton candy, the palm of the knife slave's hand is like a palm knife, cut out!

"Puff.......

A slight air-flowing sound, a mysterious and unspeakable wonderful charm, suddenly appeared as if it had turned decay into magic. After cutting out this knife, there was still a kind of intoxication on the knife slave's face, which seemed to be deeply intoxicated with this mystery.

"Peng!"

As if in an instant, the strength of the whole body was drained, and the sword fell silently. There was a blood hole the size of a pigeon egg in his eyebrows. His eyes were dull and empty, and he made a few er, er, er, and then his body stood up and died.

"Hey..... You are also a genius. When I go out this time, I will definitely return all your relics and ashes to your master. With a faint sigh, the knife slave woke up from that state.

The sword cultivation genius has many cards, but he was erased in this fight. How cruel is the road to practice?

He performed the terrible move and killed Jian Lingfeng. The knife slave ignored the others. With a wave of his hand, a fire charm appeared and began to burn the body of Jian Lingfeng.

"Buzz..."

The best treasure made a huge vibration and tweeting, as if mourning and seemed to be telling. After a while, its shock completely stopped, and a flashing light passed around the knife slave.

"Brush!"

He was not afraid of being cut. As soon as the knife slave stretched out his hand, this strange and best treasure that was not a knife or a sword appeared in his hand. He looked deeply and seemed to be extremely satisfied.

"In the future, I will call you a bully knife. This is my brother purple knife. In the future, I will let you shine in your own hands!"

The knife slave spoke respectfully, as if neurotic, and actually spoke to the two knives.

"Dead... Such an amazing genius, unexpectedly... Dead!" There was a sense of awe in his heart, and Moke recited the great sad mantra silently.

Compared with Moke, the seventh princess is extremely calm. Although she knows Jian Lingfeng, she is just a general acquaintance, and naturally she will not be sad and regret it.

I witnessed this wonderful and cruel fight with my own eyes. Many practitioners had different emotions in their hearts. Then, I don't know who shouted. Suddenly, everyone was shocked and fell into the ranks of breaking the array and looking for treasures again.

Death, at the moment of embarking on the road of practice, you must learn to look down. Jian Lingfeng's death only attracted everyone to sigh, and then left it behind and began to fight for their own interests.

And near Gufeng, a demonic young man stepped on a huge tree casually, watching leisurely, squeaked his lips and secretly sighed, "This move... There is some taste... It contains the weight of the road of heaven and earth, and the trajectory of heaven and earth, but it is just a best treasure. The indigenous people are indeed indigenous and have never seen the world!"

"Hmm?" He frowned slightly, and the demonic young man seemed to have found something.

As soon as he grabbed the void, a palm-sized bronze mirror appeared, and the blood light on it flashed, and then it shook forward. Suddenly, it shot out dim blood light and disappeared between heaven and earth.

"Hmm! These people have some tricks. Do you want to hide them from the world? Your Highness won't let you indigenous people get what you want!" After licking the corners of his mouth, the demonic young man sneered.