Chapter 107 One Trick and Four Products

Lin Feng's hands clenched tightly, and his nails pierced deeply into the palm of his hand. The gorgeous blood oozed out and fell on the black ground of the sea. He still didn't know anything about it.

"The law of the jungle of the law of the jungle?" Lin Feng looked at it blankly: "So what is the difference between our civilized human society and those ignorant beasts?"

"Ha ha, wind boy, how did you get into a dead end?" Looking at the confused Lin Feng, he smiled slightly: "Your hidden, your hidden sword, your Sanskrit people and not Sanskrit people, haven't you been preparing for those unknown blood?"

"Yes!" Lin Feng suddenly laughed and said, "It turns out that we are really full of bloody and violent jungle like those uncivilized beasts. The difference is that we also have love, family and friendship. Looking at the black sky, Lin Feng sighed with a bitter smile: "Also, because of wisdom, we have become more sinister and more... will hide it."

"Apart from all this, we are really an animal." Lin Feng's smile was even more bitter.

"I'd rather bear the world than the world!" Lin Feng muttered, "That hero can say this, which is also a real hero. There are so many great heroes in history that have been circulating for a hundred years, which one does not do anything to defeat the world? But noble and great is like the people in the world who have betrayed him. How thick-skinned he should be!"

"People in the world can't live up to me, and I won't live up to people in the world." Lin Feng clenched his fist and said firmly, "Even if the world betrays me, I can't bear my heart."

Looking at Lin Feng with relief, Huan said, "Since the emotion has also been sent, my path has been clear, and my consciousness has almost recovered. Is it time to exercise again?"

Lin Feng, who finally succeeded in getting out of all the scenes under the illusion, was still very proud to look at the illusion. Then Shiran withdrew from the sea of knowledge, but found that it had already darkened.

"It's another difficult and fulfilling day!" Lin Feng entered the dreamland with a true emotion.

On October 22, 998, the five-year big pony of the Lin clan is gradually coming to an end. After today's battle, the top 12 will be determined, that is, the possible pillar of the Lin clan in the future.

Since there are only 23 people left, 11 groups, the ring foot is enough. Eleven battles began at the same time.

Lin Feng is still in the No. 1 ring, and he still doesn't have enough luck to be empty today.

Looking quietly at No. 78 in front of him, Lin Feng was not uneasy at all. Or the scenes of fantasy impressed him too deeply, and he stood still like a mountain without a sword.

No. 78 is a very resolute man. This can be seen from his appearance.

He wore coarse straw shoes and put his hands firmly on a simple sword without any decoration. His expression was as calm as a pool of desperate stagnant water. Not only could the breeze not blow any ripples, but the sword wind could not withstand any waves.

Looking at his calm eyes, Lin Feng knew that he had met an extremely tricky guy.

This kind of person with quiet eyes and a firm expression is called a bitter swordsman. They are either poor or exercise unimaginably in order to hone their swords. They camped in a dining style. They walked barefoot through the mountains and rivers. The more bitter and dangerous the place, the more they like it. They use heaven and earth as the quilt, heaven and earth as the sword stone to practice themselves and their swords.

Their survival has only one goal, that is, the sword.

Because they have suffered hardships that ordinary people have never experienced, their bones are harder than ordinary people, and their spirit is tougher than ordinary people. As a natural, they are more difficult to deal with than ordinary people.

They are not geniuses, but the nemesis of genius.

They are the real swordsmen and the top swordsmen in heaven and earth - no matter how weak their cultivation is.

Looking at No. 78 in front of him, which was almost integrated with the ring, Lin Feng put away his fog, collected all kinds of vicious weapons that could be taken out at any time, and even put away his broken sword.

Then he slowly sat cross-legged on the ring in the surprised eyes of the crowd. He threw a three-pin [Flame Guiyuan Dan] in his mouth. Lin Feng's divine consciousness was instantly full of meridians. When Jianyuan rose to the peak he could control, Lin Feng stood up, held the broken sword in his hand and looked at No. 89 with a smile: "I don't have much time, so we need to hurry up."

The expression of No. 78 has not fluctuated. When he heard Lin Feng's words and felt Jianyuan, which was not weak in his body, a smile appeared on his face. Like a stone blooming, this smile is quite charming and gives people a very comfortable feeling. Then he gently spit out a word: "Okay!"

As soon as the words fell, No. 78 and Lin Feng's bodies instantly turned into a dark shadow and collided with each other fiercely.

The sound of "bang bang..." is endless, and the two dark shadows are entangled together at an incredible speed.

But Lin Feng's sword move is very simple, just a simple cutting. These five simple movements were quickly combined in Lin Feng's hand at this time and turned into a powerful sword move.

The sword move of No. 78 is also very simple, even simpler than Lin Feng's, only thorns, thorns and thorns.

Lin Feng split down and stabbed on the 78th.

Lin Feng stabbed sharply, one thorn on the 78th.

Lin Feng turned his body and dragged his broken sword to cut it fiercely. No. 78 was still a thorn.

Every time, it happened to stab the tip of Lin Feng's sword. After taking it back, it was another thorn, or a wrist moved gently, or a stab.

Their speed is extremely fast and fierce, and it is a powerful sword move that is impenetrable.

Lin Feng became more and more frightened, and the bitter swordsman was indeed worthy of being the real top swordsman in heaven and earth. Their trust in the sword and their madness to the sword make them extremely stubborn, and to a certain extent, they become crazy.

Crazy is to forget yourself, you are the sword, and the sword is yourself. They only stab, not defend, just attack. They firmly believe that their sword can help them block everything. This is a profound kendo, even if they don't understand it.

Lin Feng could stab No. 78's throat several times, but when he saw the eyes of No. 78 Gujing Wubo and the sword that ignored his sword and stabbed his chest and abdomen, he couldn't help jumping away fiercely.

Although he can pierce No. 78's throat first, his chest and abdomen will be pierced fiercely.

They believe in their sword very much. When the sword can't help them, the sword will die, and then they will die.

"What a terrible group of people!" Lin Feng awkwardly withdrew his sword that stabbed the No. 78 thigh. Although he could cut off his thigh, his left hand had no survival. He dares not take the risk.

The stubborn thorn, the indomitable thorn, the thorn that ignores the body.

Or, it's just the simplest thorn in the world.

This is the purest swordsman in the world. Lin Feng thought so in his heart.

Looking at the other party's dead eyes and the rough skin like rocks, the sword Yuan in Lin Feng's body suddenly ran quickly. When the divine consciousness was almost uncontrollable, the divine consciousness quickly pulled all the swords to his right hand.

Jianyuan jumped into the broken sword and felt the surging Jianyuan in his broken sword. Lin Feng looked at No. 78 apologetically and said silently in his heart, "I'm sorry, my time is almost over, and I can only suppress people with Jianyuan."

Then, the surging sword yuan jumped out of the broken sword and turned into a golden torrent that hit the sword of No. 78 fiercely.

Lin Feng's action stopped, and the action of No. 78 also stopped.

The two stared quietly, and then a crisp voice came out from their two swords.

Then, the ordinary sword of No. 78 broke inch by inch and fell to the ground feebly.

No. 78 looked down at the remaining hilt in his hand, without any expression, no sadness or heartache. His mouth began to bleed, and the bright red blood soon wet the coarse cloth shorts on his chest.

"I'm sorry." Lin Feng looked at him and thanked him sincerely: "You are a real swordsman. I don't have much time left. So I have to condense all the swords to destroy your long sword, otherwise, I really can't win you.

No. 78 looked doubtfully at Lin Feng, who was empty in his body at this time, frowned and thought about it, and finally shook his head in vain: "What a strange swordsmanship, such a strange body, what a strange sword yuan!"

Then he dropped the hilt of the sword in his hand and looked at Lin Feng regardless of the blood that kept gushing from his mouth and asked, "Your last move has the power of the four-grade swordsman, right?"

"Yes." Lin Feng nodded. He didn't want to lie about this real swordsman.

"Four-grade swordsman! I finally saw it." On the 78th, he nodded: "Even if it's one move and four grades, I'm not wrong."

I threw away the hilt of the sword in my hand and wiped my mouth randomly. On the 78th, I looked at Lin Feng and smiled: "You are very good. I will come back in the future. I hope you won't disappoint me at that time. I'm leaving!"

Looking at the barefoot No. 47 who waved his hand and turned away, Lin Feng admired and admired him very much.

"I wish I could be with you!" Lin Feng smiled with a complicated smile: "I'll wait for you."

Then, he spit out a mouthful of blood, in which several extremely broken liver hearts could be faintly seen. Reaching out and wiping the corners of his mouth, Lin Feng smiled helplessly: "It's really important for heroes to cherish heroes! I almost got a life."

But in the end, regardless of the operation, Jianyuan finally made the broken meridians worse. Even the internal organs were involved, and some of them were broken and spit out fiercely.

"It seems that in the future, we should use the trick trap. I'm really not suitable to be a gentleman."