Chapter 79 Back Mountain Entrance, a sword to the west

"God of the dog day, it is indeed the God of the dog day!" [ Hey] With a long sigh, he looked at Lin Feng quietly for a long time, and finally said, "What God is talking about? I can't tell you now. The secrets can't be revealed, but at a certain time, you will naturally know.

"..." Lin Feng was speechless. If his vision could kill people, the [hey] in front of him would have died a million times.

"Don't worry." Looking at Lin Feng's depressed expression, [hey] suddenly grinned: "Don't worry." A very expectant smile suddenly appeared on its face and muttered to himself, "Maybe it hasn't been long."

My heart was f upset by the smile of [hey]. Lin Feng muttered softly, "No way, looking at your longing expression, how can I rather not be the person chosen by God?"

"You should thank that son of a bitch." [ Hey] grinned and showed his gloomy teeth and said, "It's God that you can talk to me alive today."

"Children, let's go." [ Hey] I didn't go to see Lin Feng anymore, and turned around and left.

With the movement of [hey], the silent sea of beasts and mountains and beasts buzzed.

[Hey] is very fast, and soon disappears into the vast back mountain. And the messy little monsters around them also left quickly and soon disappeared into the forest and disappeared cleanly.

Lin Feng quietly looked at the monsters that could not be seen walking without a trace, and lay there silently. The sky surrounded by birds finally returned to its original state, and the sun shone rudely.

A few white clouds like cotton wool floated on the high blue sky. The sun quietly cast down from the sky, and the warmth enveloped the bloody teenager lying on the ground. The teenager's eyes were gently closed, but he seemed to be greedy for the sun and fell asleep long ago.

"Fantasy, do you know what God said on Dog Day?" Lin Feng looked at the illusion.

"I don't know." He rolled his eyes speechlessly and said, "If I knew what God was thinking, how could I fall into today's depressed field?"

"Well, I didn't ask." Lin Fengle ran to the golden sword world: "God, do you know?"

"The answer is the same." Looking at Lin Feng coldly, he suddenly showed an admiring look: "Yes, I can leave a small wound on [hey] today. The effect of these days of training is good. Continue to work hard in the future."

"Really?" Lin Feng's eyes laughed in an instant. God has never praised himself.

"Come on, come on!" The cold voice of the sky was obviously a little more excited: "Let me see how much you have improved?"

"No way." Lin Feng looked at the fast-piercing sword finger and let out a scream in his mouth: "I'm exhausted."

"Do you just want to find a place to have a good sleep now?" Heaven seduced with bad intentions. The sword finger of the finger is more and more tricky and pervasive.

"Yes." After mentioning it, Lin Feng suddenly felt tired everywhere. In the continuous yawning, Lin Feng was severely stabbed with eight swords and nine swords.

"Wow... it hurts!" Lin Feng was excited, and his ubiquitous sleepiness was instantly driven away by pain.

"Ha ha, aren't you sleepy now?" The weather was cold and gloomy.

"God, can you not be so shameless and have a little sympathy?" Lin Feng grinned with pain.

"I just experienced a big war, and now it's the best to realize it quickly. If you dare to lose your body and sleepiness today, you don't think I will use 108,000 swords of your consciousness!" The sound of the sky is getting colder and colder.

"Ah..." From time to time, Lin Feng's inhuman screams came from the golden sword world in the sea.

I don't know how long it took, or when my divine consciousness was really stabbed by the sky with 108,000 holes. The sky finally let go of the poor dying Lin Feng.

Lin Feng, who withdrew from knowing the sea, was about to close his eyes and go to bed, but he felt his stomach turn upside down. Sitting up in confusion, Lin Feng wanted to cry without tears: "Damn fantasy, damn God, you two are endless!"

Knowing the silence of the sea, no one answered. The tingling in my stomach is still the same.

"Okay." Lin Feng reached out and wiped the blood on his face, pulled Lily's wrapped right leg and sat cross-legged, and began to slowly run his sword.

The meridians are empty, and only occasionally a few golden flashes away, just like a fleeting meteor in the night sky.

The spirit was condensed, and the ubiquitous pain and fatigue in the body surged like a tide, and the fierce tide almost drowned Lin Feng's poor mind. Biting his teeth, Lin Feng slowly gathered Jianyuan.

Little by little, Jianyuan finally escaped from the meridians under Lin Feng's unremitting operation of Zhou Tian. It began very little. With the growth of the golden sword, it became faster and faster, and finally gathered into a golden stream.

Lin Feng's eyes were tightly closed, and the sword in his body flowed endlessly, but there was a slight snoring in his nose, but he had fallen asleep for a long time.

"Will it be too cruel for us to force him like this? Will he be too bitter?" He looked at Lin Feng, who fell into a sleep, with pain.

"The mountain rain is coming and the wind is all over the building!" Tian sighed gently, looked at the golden Jianyuan in Lin Feng's body, and a happy smile appeared on his face: "Time is running out. I have smelled a trace of blood. I have to do this!"

"Yes." Huan also lowered his head: "The vast town has begun to bleed. Will it be too late for the whole world to bleed? With his current strength, he really has to work hard. No, it's time to work hard!"

Two sighs echoed in the silent sea of knowledge. Then the sea regained its tranquility.

The whole world is quiet, except for the heavy snoring of the forest wind from time to time.

The sun gradually tilted west, and the forest wind finally woke up.

Feeling the ubiquitous pain all over his body and looking at the lily sleeping quietly in his arms, Lin Feng sat up with a wry smile. The divine knowledge entered the sea of knowledge, and Lin Feng was immediately stunned by the golden sword in his body.

"How can you increase so many swords?" Lin Feng gently touched his nose: "Well, it's not far from the realm of the four-grade swordsman. It seems that after the battle of life and death, the sword yuan in his body used up the oil to dry up and then practice. It was indeed the best time to increase his cultivation, but unfortunately, I no longer wanted to. Well... this feeling is really terrible!"

Reached out his hand to untie the ribbon wrapped around the terrible wound on his right leg. Lin Feng limped into the grass next to him, reached out and took off a handful of hemostatic herbs and chewed it on the wound. Lin Feng suddenly let out a hisss.

"Pain! It hurts so much!" Feeling the great pain of herbs applied to the wound, Lin Feng wanted to cry without tears.

Finally, the huge pain disappeared and was replaced by a numbing itching that penetrated into people's hearts. Lin Feng knew that the herb was working, so he pushed the herb away, put gold sore medicine on his leg, and found a clean ribbon to wrap the wound again.

After dealing with the wound, Lin Feng stood up with a broken sword. Feeling the right leg that was no longer so painful, I imagined my mother's heartache nagging. Grandpa Lin Xiaochen disdained but smiled with concern. Lin Feng frowned. It was really troublesome.

"Really, just stop me from talking to me and finish talking well. You have to scare me with so many little brothers. It's okay to scare me. I have to make so many wounds for my brother. How can I tell my family? How can I bear it? How can I bear it!" Lin Feng is very unhappy.

While thinking, Lin Feng carefully held the lily in his arms, left and white and right little ashe, and walked towards the entrance of the back mountain. The sun quietly projected on him, casting an unbeautiful back behind him.

When he came to the entrance of the back mountain, Lin Feng stopped and looked at the back mountain behind him, smiling with mixed feelings. Then he strode towards the way down the mountain.

Suddenly, an inexplicable sense of crisis forced Lin Feng to rush aside.

A sharp sword light wiped Lin Feng's hair from his face, and a few drops of blood floated down with a few strands of hair. Lin Feng looked at the entrance of the back mountain in horror and had a lingering palpitation.

At the entrance of the back mountain, a sword comes to the west.

The sword light began to be silent, and suddenly accelerated after Lin Feng noticed something. In the cold 14 states, it stabbed Lin Feng fiercely with an unprecedented brilliant momentum.

"Four grades of swordsman?" Lin Feng's face is extremely ugly: "Or the five grades of swordsman?"

"What a sharp swordsmanship!" Lin Feng leaned his back against a tree on the inner side of the mountain and stared at the entrance of the back mountain. He dared to be sure that there was only a sword that flew just now. If the swordsman had also come, he would have died.

Next to it is a bottomless cliff. Lin Feng subconsciously moved away from the cliff.

Suddenly, the sword light rose again.

It was as gentle as water, and between the sparkling waves, the long sword that had disappeared before appeared again.

There are ripples around, like a stone thrown into the water.

The mountain and water situation are all swords.

Lin Feng looked at the continuous sword around him like pervasive water, and only felt that his throat hair was bitter and astringent. What did you do today? How can you meet these perverted inexplicable guys?

The sword continues to extend. Layers of ripples slowly superimposed, and soon formed a magnificent momentum. Just like the mountain wind roaring, these waters soon formed a sea and began to rise and fall, roaring indulgently.

"No!" Lin Feng looked at the increasingly huge sword momentum, gritted his teeth and pulled out his dagger. The golden sword like the autumn wind began to slowly emanate, and the continuous momentum of the water finally had a trace of stagnation.

However, just as Lin Feng wanted to take advantage of the continuous sword, the water situation began to change a little.

The sound of rumbling water rolled in, and the water became stronger and stronger by the wind.

"It's bitter." Lin Feng gritted his teeth and tried his best to maintain the sword. At this time, if you withdraw your sword, you will suffer more damage. What is self-binding? What does it mean that it is difficult to ride a tiger?

"Strange. Why is he restrained when he has no sword intention? Lin Feng frowned and thought bitterly: "Even if the level is high, I shouldn't! The meaning of the sword should be a special existence!"

The momentum of the water is becoming more and more magnificent, and under the help of the golden sword of the forest wind like the autumn wind, the water is like the Milky Way in the sky, almost drowning the forest wind completely.

"I'm such an idiot." Lin Feng suddenly patted his head and woke up: "No wonder I used my sword to make the sword powerful."

At present, maintaining the sword momentum, Lin Feng penetrated the sword into the broken sword, and then instantly removed the autumn wind sword momentum in the sword. Lin Feng jumped, stood between the waves, took a deep breath, and split the broken sword force.

Riding the wind and waves, a golden sword instantly cut the continuous water. During several breaths, the continuous water gradually faded, and a whole body shrouded in black clothes appeared in the sight of Lin Feng, and he stood quietly at the entrance of the back mountain.

"Who are you?" Lin Feng knelt to the ground awkwardly. Although he broke the huge water, the invisible and material characteristics of the water still took the opportunity to surge over and hurt Lin Feng fiercely.

The man in black didn't say anything, but slowly walked here step by step.

A faint wave of water appeared in the air again. With the footsteps of the man in black, it slowly extends. In Lin Feng's view, this man in black seems to be a water fairy, a water elf.

"At the entrance of the back mountain, a sword comes to the west. There is no such person in the water family in the vast town. Lin Feng looked at the man in black like a water elf and said faintly, "You should be a weak aquarium in Star City. Sure enough."

"Three thousand weak water, only take a ladle to drink." The voice of the man in black is a little clear, but it is difficult to distinguish. His sword-holding hand slowly raised, just like scooping 3,000 weak water with a ladle, gently and beautifully raised up, with beautiful but murderous movements.

"If you are a woman, wearing a white coat and a water blue belt around your waist." Lin Feng awkwardly dodged a seemingly casual but extremely dangerous sword. He inexplicably thought of the shallow water in white clothes and smiled slightly, "It must be very beautiful."

The woman didn't hear it, and the continuous sword came to the forest wind with one sword.

Lin Feng dodged left and right, coupled with his previous injury, his right leg was very inconvenient. The body soon accumulated a lot of scars. He simply did not try his best to avoid it, but just dodged the sword that hit him.

"What are you aquarium afraid of?" Lin Feng looked at the woman in black getting closer and closer, and there was a smile on the corners of his mouth.

The man in black is still not slow, showing a pleasing but extremely dangerous swordsmanship, and a stream of water vapor slowly converges in the air with his sword.