Chapter 107 Slave

Ling Feng thought that his immortal sword was invincible, but when he heard the sound of 'Dingdang', Ling Feng only felt that his shoulder sank, and a huge force almost fell into the mud. Ling Feng looked at the wide treasure knife in the hand of the black skeleton in horror, but he didn't expect that he could compete with the artifact killing immortals!

Generally speaking, if it is an ordinary blade, even if it is the best blade in the world, as long as it confronts the sword of killing immortals, it will be cut like mud and broken! But the sword in the skeleton general's hand not only countered the killing of immortals, but also suppressed a few points!

"What kind of sword is this? What kind of general was he in his lifetime? Such an idea flashed in Ling Feng's heart and was cut down by the black skeleton.

Ling Feng tried his best to raise the sword of killing immortals in his hand, urging the blood of the sword body to soar. The skeleton contained a sonorous knife of destruction. He stood on the killing sword of immortals, pulled out some sparks, and sparks splashed in the night.

'Bang~'

After the sword in the hand of the skeleton was pulled away by Ling Feng and turned to insert it into the ground, it angrily raised its white bone claws, grabbed it into a fist with five fingers, and punched Ling Feng out.

The skeleton general just slapped Ling Feng dozens of feet away. After breaking the tree, he fell to the ground. Ling Feng covered his chest and staggered up from the ground. Only then did he remember the loss he had suffered.

Last time in Lanruo Temple, I suffered the loss of skeleton essence. There is no doubt that this black skeleton general is the same. For skeletons, they have no flesh and blood on their bodies, and they have no facial expressions. When you face it, you don't know what it will attack.

Because they are just a pair of skeletons, but this is often the most terrible. You can't judge its joys and sorrows. Maybe it only stands there quietly, but it's a matter of minutes that kills you.

"Humph!" After Ling Feng was knocked out, he raised his feet from the ground and raised the killing sword in his hand to cut the skeleton again. Ling Feng had made up his mind to kill the immortal sword, which was once known as the immortal world, avoided the sword in the skeleton's hand and cut at the skeleton's bone!

'Huh~'

The black skeleton was already enlightened. After seeing Ling Feng's attack, it circled the sword in his hand, and suddenly something strange happened. Within the three-foot range of its body, it was full of endless awe-inspiring knife air, shouting majestic!

The awry knife air is shrouded in the range of three feet of the skeleton. The knife is sharp and sharp. Although it is only the light of the knife, it is especially better than the blade! Ling Feng couldn't help taking a cold breath from the bottom of his heart. "Unexpectedly, after sleeping for many years, this skeleton not only opened intelligently, but also realized the 'field'."

Missing this, Ling Feng, even if he didn't understand it, knew the power of the field composed purely of 'knife spirit'. He was in the air and hurriedly stopped the offensive, but he still couldn't clean up and wiped it from the edge of the 'field' of the knife.

'Bang~'

However, another amazing thing happened again. After Ling Feng hit the knife light again, he was not injured by the knife gas, but turned into a shield. With a bang, Ling Feng was knocked down and flew out by the shield.

In the shoulder blades!

"Wait!"

Ling Feng saw that he was about to cut it in half with a sword, but he heard it suddenly say such a voice. Although Ling Feng looked at it with only a skeleton and couldn't see its expression at this time, he could still hear some pleas from its voice.

"What's your wish?" Ling Feng asked.

As a human race, if your life is not in danger, you really don't want to fight with these skeletons. At least, they are also the human army that once died in the demon world, which is worth singing and crying!

Ling Feng stood proudly, holding a sword and pointing at the skull's neck, but he heard it suddenly stroke his chest with both hands, knelt down, and said, "Master, please allow me to be your servant!"