Chapter 81 Go to heaven and go to hell

Yes, somewhere in the body is connected. Like a long blocked river was suddenly dug up by a shovel, and the silted river rolled down for a long time, which was extremely happy. It was as if he had already seen the beautiful scenery inside through a layer of vague window paper. The thin window paper was instantly broken, and he saw the beautiful scenery inside.

A more powerful golden sword rolled out of an unknown place in his body and swept all over his body in an instant. The broken meridians were repaired in an instant, and even his less intact right leg seemed to be much better.

"Four grades of swordsmen." Lin Feng muttered to himself, "Is this the strength of the four swordsmen?"

The broken sword was cut horizontally, and the rolling sword yuan continuously reached the right hand from Lin Feng's Qihai through his body, and then passed to the fierce broken sword, and a golden sword light was fiercely cut to the man in black.

The man in black was so surprised that he looked at Lin Feng, who had regained all his vitality in an instant, and even his physical strength was even stronger, and muttered gently: "It's really an incredible freak! No wonder..."

When I said this, I suddenly stopped talking. I don't know what's strange.

The sword of the man in black raised again, like the waves of snowflakes becoming more and more magnificent, and soon surged towards the forest wind again. The waves patted the shore, and Lin Feng was like the sluggish cliff standing there for thousands of years.

Without the stormy waves, Lin Feng resolutely stood there, just like standing there thousands of years ago.

"Is the fourth grade of the swordsman great?" The voice of the man in black is still neutral, and it is difficult for men and women to distinguish. He smiled and said, "Is the golden sword like autumn wind amazing?"

The long sword suddenly stood up, and a water-blue water rushed straight to the forest wind.

It's really like real water. Lin Feng stretched out his tongue and licked it gently, really tasting the sweetness of water. Then, his tongue was torn in an instant, and a drop of extremely bright blood slowly oozed out.

"Oh..." Lin Feng smiled bitterly and knew that the man in black in front of him had already surpassed the fourth grade of the swordsman.

"Is the swordsman's fifth grade, or the sixth grade and seventh grade great?" Lin Feng smiled, and the autumn wind-like golden sword was mixed with the magnificent golden sword and rushed to the man in black.

The autumn wind rolled up the boundless stormy waves and the black clothes of the man in black from head to end.

The hunting in black is like the fierce banner fluttering in the wind on the battlefield.

"It's just amazing!" The voice of the man in black is like a golden stone. He held a long sword, dressed in black, and his sword was sparkling, like the sapphire belt on the lake in autumn, gently and slowly but firmly stabbed towards the forest wind.

The autumn wind is raging, and the blue lake is leisurely.

The blue lake devoured the autumn wind, and then unswervingly devoured the owner of the autumn wind.

Like a tornado rudely devoured everything he met, Bihu gently but without hesitation devoured everything he met, and then quietly pushed forward and devoured everything without mercy.

Lin Feng sighed gently and didn't know what was muttering in his mouth.

Facing the wind and waves, he rushed to the huge blue lake like a fierce beast.

The sword is on the waist, the sword rises, the sword is split, the sword is cut horizontally, the sword is blocked fiercely, and the sword is stabbed.

The swordsmanship that has been practiced hundreds of thousands of times came out without hesitation, towards the real man in black in front of him.

With no hesitation, Lin Feng couldn't help roaring loudly. This sword followed his heart, and the realm of the shape of a sword really made him extremely happy.

Jianyuan, who had just entered the fourth grade of the swordsman, began to operate in the meridians and was still a little dull, but with Lin Fengxing Yunshui's swordsmanship, Jianyuan also became active in an instant. After rolling in the meridians for two weeks, they were extremely proficient and moved rapidly in the meridians, and then rushed out of the meridians and integrated into the right hand.

The broken sword faintly sounded, and seemed to be unprecedentedly excited.

The man in black retreats, retreats with a long sword, then retreats, and then continues to retreat.

He lowered his head and silently looked at the cut fragments in front of his black clothes. The man in black looked at Lin Feng with a complicated look and bit his lips fiercely. Then, he stopped and stood there quietly.

The broken sword continued to move forward, but it couldn't get in.

"How many worries can you have? It's like a river of spring water flowing eastward." Qingyue's voice sighed faintly. With this long sigh, a river of spring water suddenly appeared in front of the broken sword, which was disturbing and annoying.

The nostalgia is long and lingering, but the sadness is infinite and lingering. Jiang Chunshui quietly wrapped around the broken sword, slowly going up along the broken sword, and slowly wrapped a wisp of Lin Feng's arm.

The man in black moved forward along this wisp. The long sword gently attached to Lin Feng's broken sword, trembling gently, wrapped around Lin Feng's broken sword like a lover, and then slowly moved forward, pointing straight to Lin Feng's throat.

The sadness is continuous, and the sword is continuous and lingering.

There are continuous killings.

Lin Feng looked at the sad sword of the man in black and felt the endless sadness wrapped around him. I felt that my heart was also bitter, and some inexplicable things began to grow.

Like the water plants in the freshwater lake, these things quickly wrapped around Lin Feng's whole body crazily, and the sword was also wrapped in wisps of sadness. Even if Lin Feng wanted to do it, he could not go down in his heart.

"Get out of here!" Lin Feng bit his lip fiercely, and a stream of scarlet blood shot out, and the sweet smell of blood instantly filled Lin Feng's whole mouth. He finally made a temporary breakthrough from the continuous sword.

"Death!" Lin Feng said fiercely, and the broken sword trembled hard and got rid of the entanglement of the spring water-like sword.

Unpreted, he swallowed thousands of miles like a tiger. Lin Feng's broken sword pierced the man in black fiercely along the long sword of the man in black.

"Oh..." The man in black sighed faintly and ignored the fierce broken sword in front of him.

He looked at Lin Feng with fixed eyes and suddenly smiled softly. The long sword also trembled with this inexplicable laughter. The long sword gently slapped the broken sword, but repelled all his fierce sword.

"It's terrible!" Lin Feng muttered to himself and looked at the trembling sword.

" Even the sword above has been defeated by you. What kind of terrible swordsmanship is this? Lin Feng's face is pale.

"Since this doesn't work." Lin Feng looked at the man in black fixedly, and suddenly a strange smile appeared at the corners of his mouth: "Then, let's use the simplest swordsmanship."

The man in black looked at Lin Feng's sword drooping again and couldn't help frowning.

"The stars are flat and the fields are wide, and the moon is flowing." His clear voice sounded again.

A boundless plain suddenly appeared in front of Lin Feng. Then the moon gradually rose, and the surging river rolled in the moment when the moon rose.

However, the simplest swordsmanship seems to have an inexplicable magic, splitting the rolling river, splitting the bright moon in the sky, and cutting the plain horizontally. A thorn of stars pointed straight at the tip of the sword.

"What a terrible swordsmanship!" The man in black muttered to himself.

Then Lin Feng spewed out a large mouthful of blood. In order to break the strange sword of the mysterious man in black, Lin Feng basically suppressed all his energy and power that had just risen to the fourth grade of the swordsman.

At this time, Lin Feng, who barely broke the strange sword of the man in black, was empty. The thick sword, the magnificent sword spirit, and the spirit of the whole body all turned into this amazing sword and erupted.

"You do live up to your surname." The man in black sighed faintly.

Then he looked at Lin Feng, "In order to show my admiration for your great potential, I decided to end your life with this trick." There was a sigh in the voice of the man in black: "The prosperity is like three thousand flowing water, and I only take a ladle to drink."

The vast and prosperous sword, the sword of 3,000 flowing water, only takes a ladle of sword to drink.

Infatuated sword, decisive sword, vast sword.

The surging sword stabbed Lin Feng fiercely.

It's like the last attachment in the world, like the reluctance between lovers. The continuous 3,000 flowing sword, with only a ladle of infatuation sword, gently and softly but without hesitation stabbed Lin Feng's heart.

A wisp of coolness has reached Lin Feng's chest and gently cut his skin.

Lin Feng sighed leisurely in his heart, but he still couldn't do it.

The sword spread and quietly approached Lin Feng's chest like three thousand troubles.

The three thousand emotions in Lin Feng's chest suddenly slowly emerged and quietly looked at the gentle and lingering sword.

The heart was quietly and slowly hit, and there was already a trace of rupture. And the gentle and lingering sword had already quickly penetrated into Lin Feng's body along this rupture and began to slowly rage.

The meridians were broken, and Jianyuan was slowly burned and exhausted. Only the black hole of the sea of gas was still intact and stopped there quietly.

"No!" Lin Feng felt the situation like a rotten wood in his body, and a strong unwillingness suddenly surged out in his heart: "No! I just entered the fourth grade of the swordsman. I haven't had my father's illness yet. I haven't found Qingqian yet. I haven't been forgiven by Menger. I haven't figured out Lily'er's background. How can I do it?

He raised his hand and held the long sword shining with cold light tightly. A drop of blood drips. Lin Feng held the Senran long sword in his hands and used all his strength to stop him from advancing to his heart.

The simple sleeves were shattered by the boundless sword, flying quietly in the air like a butterfly.

His wrist was unconsciously exposed, and a conspicuous red line was quietly tied to his wrist.

The long sword suddenly stopped, and the man in black paused for a moment, and then quickly pulled out the sword.