Chapter 120 Battle of Jianfeng 1

It was November 1, 998. The weather is fine this day. The autumn is cool, the weather is clear, the blue sky is cloudless, and occasionally there is a breeze passing by, giving people a very comfortable feeling.

All the forces with a little status in the vast town have come. Although there is an indescribable strange feeling between the Lin and other three ethnic groups, the Huo ethnic group and the other two ethnic groups, it is still a beautiful scene of light wind and harmony on the surface.

The five-year comparison of the Lin clan has finally come to an end.

First, Lin Menger and Lin Lianhua competed for the third place, that is, a three-grade flying sword.

The two crackled for a while, and Lin Lianhua surrendered and admitted defeat. It's not that he looks at Lin Feng's face, but that he really can't beat Lin Menger, who is as fierce as cold frost - it hurts! If he fights a little longer, he will probably lose his body.

The third place has been separated, so the next is the most important and finale - the first place.

At this time, there was only one lonely arena left on the huge martial arts arena of the Lin clan. Lin Jian stood alone in the sun on the ring. The black clothes are shining and dazzling, and the breeze blows against the wind. That's powerful and majestic.

However, the old man who is the referee of the ring and Lin Feng, another player, have disappeared and have not been seen so far.

The sun gradually rose, and there was still a lonely Lin Jian standing there holding a sword in the ring. The sun seemed to see that he was too lonely, so it tried to bask his face, sweated him profusely, and cast a big shadow under his feet to accompany him.

"Hey..." Lin Jian covered his hand and looked at the height of the sun and roughly estimated the time. Then he looked at the old man hiding in the shade with an impatient face and roared, "What time is it? Why hasn't Lin Feng appeared yet? According to the practice of our Lin clan, the absence or half an hour late for the competition players is counted as automatic abstention!"

"That's right." Although the sun is soft and the autumn wind is cool, no one can stand it for an hour under their eyes. Some people who came late or stood in a good position and were exposed to the sun echoed one after another: "What's wrong with that Lin Feng? If you don't come to the game, you should be notified earlier. Isn't it a waste of time?

"If you don't have enough skills, say it earlier! Really. Two days ago, that guy was split to death by Lin Jian's two swords, and today's arrival is also versatile. It's better to admit defeat earlier. Let's go home early for dinner. A pro-Lin Jian faction also began to express their opinions.

"Well, since you have known the result for a long time, what are you doing today?" A pro-Lin style is very unpleasant.

"I want to see if he has made any progress in the past two days... Well, let me tell you the truth. I bet that if I lose, I will invite others to dinner. That guy bet on Lin Jian's three moves to defeat Lin Feng, and I bet on two moves, so I just came to see the result. Qin Linjian looked at the person who kissed Lin Feng with an embarrassed face, and then gently poked him in the arm: "Do you think you need three moves?"

"Your sister!" As a loyal fan of Lin Feng, the man clenched his fist and greeted him.

The other person was caught off guard and suffered a small loss, but immediately fought back aggressively.

I don't know, so the people who were a little anxious burst into a small impulse when they saw here, and suddenly felt that their anger was suddenly stirred up. It seemed that a small spark fell into the gunpowder pile, and the scene soon became chaotic. People spontaneously divided into two factions, one called "genius" and the other called " mortals" to pinch each other.

And there are many people who take the opportunity to give the enemy one or two fists and vent their personal anger. In addition, some guys who are afraid that the world will not be chaotic pretend to be 'genius' and pretend to be ' mortals' to sow discord and add fuel to the fire, and the war is getting more and more turbulent.

The old man who was pretending not to hear Lin Jian's question looked at the scene that became fierce and uncontrollable almost in an instant, and his white beard was tall.

"What are you doing?" The old man jumped on the ring aggressively and shouted loudly, "The Lord didn't fight, but you jumped up first. Tut, do you want me to hold another five-year big fight to let you have a good time?"

Lin Xiong secretly looked at the faces of the powerful giants in the vast town and looked at the uncontrollable smile and mockery. He seriously looked for it on the ground. Well, there is a crack in the ground, which seems to be quite suitable...

Seeing that the people below did not sell his face at all, they were still chaotic. The old man felt hurt. As a matter of course, when I swallowed the eight wilderness heroes and dominated the world, who dared not obey with an order? So he was angry.

"All stop!" The old man shouted angrily.

A thunderous voice rolled in all directions. The originally still trees shook violently and shook violently. Even the table in front of the guests sitting in the distance jumped violently, and the tea, pastries and so on hit the guests. Except for some people in the three ethnic group of Huofengshui, everyone else was in a hurry and embarrassed.

The people under the ring were even more unbearable, and they fell into a group when the roar first started. The slight weakness of the power was that the eyes directly turned over and fell into a coma, and the noisy and chaotic scene quietly calmed down in an instant.

For a long time, everyone who reacted looked at the short and inconspicuous old man in the ring, with uncontrollable horror on their faces.

"You have to force me to lose my temper! Humph!" The old man said dissatisfiedly, "Don't you know that losing your temper is bad for the health of the elderly? Really, I don't know anything about respecting the elderly." It seems that it was really a casual temper just now.

Anyone who hears this sentence wants to slap him in the face. Is there such a shameless guy?

"That..." Lin Jian was also trembling and looked at the old man standing beside him with some fear.

Although he knew that this old man might be a master, he never thought that he was a master!

"What are you doing?" The old man stared and felt very unhappy. The inexplicable turmoil below was all provoked by this boy's words. Thinking of this, his expression became more and more bad.

"It's almost noon, and Lin Feng hasn't come yet. Do we have to wait for him all the time?" Lin Jian said carefully.

"Wait!" The old man waved his hand and said with great momentum, "When will he come and when will he start the game?"

"But..." Lin Jian was anxious. Did Lin Feng stay at home all his life and wait for a lifetime?

"Nothing! I'm the referee. Say one more word and get out of here immediately. The old man looked at Lin Jianyue more and more unpleasantly, and he didn't have a good face at the moment. Looking at that look, he seemed to be eager to slap him and make him annoying in front of his eyes.

Lin Jian's face became gloomy in an instant, but thinking of the power of the old man's drink just now, he patted his chest with lingering heart. He was closest to the old man and suffered the greatest damage. Until now, his blood is still boiling violently, which is very uncomfortable.

Carefully brushed his disrespectful eyes from the old man, and he looked at his father in the distance.

Lin Ying naturally received a distress signal from her son. As a talented father, he also felt very unhappy. He got up and walked to Lin Xiong's side and whispered in his ear, and then slowly walked to the ring.

"Another contestant has not appeared until now, and he should have announced his abstention as a failure as usual. However, in view of the special circumstances of this year's game, we decided to wait for him for another half an hour. If Lin Feng hasn't appeared after half an hour, we have to declare that he failed to abstain. After saying that, Lin Ying ignored Lin Jian's anxious eyes and walked down quickly.

The old man muttered a few words, didn't know what he was saying, and then went back to the shade he had occupied before and lay down.

Lin Menger bit her lip and looked at the ring. Naturally, she knew how important the first place was to Lin Feng, so she was very sure that no matter what happened, he would attend on time. But at this time, she had not seen Lin Feng's figure, and she gently clenched her fist.

Looking up at the sun, Lin Menger suppressed her mixed thoughts and raised her feet and walked towards Lin Feng's house.

When she arrived at Lin Feng's house, she still didn't see Lin Feng's shadow, and she immediately ran to Lin Xiaochen's valley.

"Well, you really know Feng Boy better than me!" Lin Xiaochen looked at Lin Menger's body and smiled bitterly.

"Let's make fun of people!" Lin Xiaochen looked at Lin Menger's distant figure with emotion, inexplicably thought of his stubborn dead old woman, and sighed deeply, "I hope... everything depends on God."

As soon as she arrived in the small valley, Lin Menger saw the high pile of dead leaves. Then she knew that there was Lin Feng in it.

Looking at the motionless pile of dead leaves, Lin Menger knew that no matter what Lin Feng was doing at this moment, he must not be disturbed. Therefore, he resisted the anxiety of his heart and sat quietly looking at the pile of dead leaves.

The sky is blue, and one or two clouds like cotton wool float quietly in the air. I don't know when a gust of autumn wind blew, rolled up one or two yellow leaves flying around and drifting away. The wind suddenly became strong, and a large number of leaves mixed together and chased and laughed, and I didn't know where to go. Suddenly, there were one or two sad wild geese calls from the sky.

Lin Menger looked at the pile of yellow leaves and listened to the sad wild geese, and a word inexplicably surged into her heart.

Blue clouds, yellow leaves, west wind tight. Northern geese fly south. Xiaolai, who is drunk with frost? Always tearful.

Then somehow, she suddenly felt the corners of her eyes sour, and a drop of tears flowed down involuntarily.

She didn't wipe it, but looked at the pile of dead leaves, looking at it.

"Wang..." I don't know how long it took for Lin Menger to wake up by a voice. The little girl who suddenly woke up hurriedly wiped the corners of her eyes, but nothing was wiped, and her tears had long been dried by the wind.

Lin Feng's eyebrows can't hide the fatigue. But his expression was very excited. After day and night research, revision and re-research, after countless failures, he finally successfully refined four [Jianyuan Dan].

Then he quickly took [Jianyuan Dan] and didn't fully absorb the medicinal power of [Jianyuan Dan] until just now. The originally dilapidated meridians have now become intact and even better.

It's just that he has been consuming his consciousness endlessly for days. He feels that his knowledge is empty and uncomfortable, and he can't wait to find a pillow* to sleep immediately.

After yawning, Lin Feng found Lin Menger sitting underground. He thought there was a hallucination and rubbed his eyes fiercely. Lin Feng said happily, "Dream... Menger. Why did you come here?"

Lin Menger did not say anything, but returned to her cold appearance and looked up at the sun.

"Bad..." Seeing Lin Menger's action, Lin Feng suddenly thought of a very serious problem: "Well, Menger, what day is it now? Is the five-year big deal over for the Lin clan?

"It's almost time." Lin Menger looked at Lin Feng coldly and said bluntly, "It will be over in five minutes."

After saying that, Lin Menger rushed to the martial arts arena first.

Lin Feng was stunned and knew Lin Menger for so long that he instantly understood the meaning of Lin Menger's words. Then he followed Lin Menger and quickly rushed to the martial arts arena.

When they arrived at the martial arts arena, they heard a reluctant old voice saying slowly word by word, "Because Lin Feng, another player in this competition is absent, now I announce..."

"Who said I was absent?!" Lin Feng breathed a sigh of relief and said loudly. Looking at the people surrounded by the dense mahjong ring that could not even insert a needle, he jumped up, looked at a branch stretched out obliquely, stamped it fiercely, flew over the heads of countless people with a strong rebound, and flew to the ring in the surprised eyes of countless people.

Standing steadily on the ring, although his clothes were not neat, he still looked a little embarrassed and ridiculous with a few yellow leaves on his head. But there is no doubt that Lin Feng's handsome appearance just now suppressed all this.

Seeing this handsome scene, the girls below cheered in an instant and shouted Lin Feng's name crazily.

"Ha..." Lin Feng bowed politely, bowed on all sides, and then waved his hand gently, with a bright smile on his face, and his mouth almost smiled like a flower: "Thank you, thank you for your support."

"Cough..." The old man couldn't stand it anymore. He covered his mouth and coughed twice in a low voice.

Lin Feng, who won the heart of the Lin girl with his handsome hand, quickly turned to the old man, nodded and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I slept too late last night and overslept this morning. Please forgive me."

The old man was a little embarrassed, but he was very satisfied. Look at this young man, very good, how humble and polite he is. It's not like that guy Lin Jian, whose eyes can't wait to grow on his head.

The people under the ring listened to Lin Feng's reason so ridiculously, but he said it without obscurity, and his good impression of him increased greatly. Although his method was very unpopular a few days ago, more than half of the people are shouting Lin Feng's name to support him.

The old man became more and more happy and looked at the people below who knew right and wrong with satisfaction. Most of the Lin people are still modest teenagers, but they are also a vibrant and promising generation.

At that moment, he waved his hand with a pleasant face and said, "It's okay. It's inevitable that I'm nervous for the first time in my life. I think it was the same for the first time, hey... Just get used to it." It just sounds a little strange and unspeakable when it comes to his first time and the latter, but he doesn't know what aspect he said about the first time.

"Well, since Lin Feng is here, everyone has been waiting for so long. Let's talk less. It's still the same two rules as before. You can start the game now. The old man stepped aside.

Looking at the two people facing each other, the old man looked suspiciously at the newly repaired ring under his feet. Gently stamped his feet and stamped his feet, but he was still a little worried, so he quietly put his sword element on the whole ring in case of accidents.

"These two little guys are not fuel-efficient lamps!" In an instant, Jianyuan, who was densely covered with the ring, clearly passed on Lin Jianlinfeng's state to him. Feeling the two, the old man said with emotion.

Feeling the strength of the swordsman in his body but only the second-grade swordsman, Lin Feng secretly complained. The damn [Jianyuan Dan] restored him, but did not restore him to the best state. Now that Lin Jian pulls the air machine firmly on himself, his slightest move will attract his thunderbolt, so he can't take out [Flame Guiyuan Dan] to fill the sword or throw a fog to confuse the enemy.

Waiting intently, Lin Feng ran Jianyuan crazily in order to restore his strength to the peak as soon as possible. The damn divine consciousness is only a little expensive, otherwise his domineering divine consciousness can block him for a moment.

I was anxious, but there was no trace outside. The rolling swords circulated in the meridians and soon spread all over the body. His body leaned forward, and the broken sword he held tightly tilted slightly, which was a very good attack angle. From the outside, he is also terrible and powerful, no less than Lin Jian.

"That's good, interesting!" Lin Jian's mouth smiled: "Look at your current strength of Jianyuan, it is also in the early stage of the fourth grade. Although I don't know what you have done in the past two days, it really surprised me.

As he spoke, Lin Jian's body suddenly moved, and a domineering fire dragon attached to his long sword and rushed to Lin Feng. The hot flame pressed hard on Lin Feng, making it almost difficult for him to breathe.

Lin Jian is also an alien. Originally, the physique of the Lin clan was mostly wooden, but he had more fire in the wooden line. However, the fire line did not burn the wooden line, but perfectly integrated it. With the continuous growth of his cultivation, the fire has become more and more powerful and domineering, which is also an important factor for the rapid growth of his strength in recent years.

Feeling the hot air coming to his face, Lin Feng's broken sword naturally responded. The uninterrupted practice of swordsmanship without Jianyuan in the past few days makes his control of the sword more convenient after regaining Jianyuan.

A gentle cut will bring Lin Jian's sword to one side. Then the five movements that almost integrated into his bone marrow quickly combined into various swordsmanship and poured out into Lin Jian.

"Is it good?" The smile on the corners of Lin Jian's mouth was even worse, and then his swordsmanship suddenly changed and became wide open and closed. Furious split, unprecedented split, domineering split.

His thick four-grade sword also hit Lin Feng fiercely with his fierceness. Lin Feng, who had some shortcomings in Jianyuan, retreated awkwardly and retreated.

Suddenly, his feet stepped into the air, but unconsciously reached the edge of the ring.

His body was forcibly twisted, and Lin Feng's sword stuck to Lin Jian's sword like water, and his empty right foot was fiercely whipped in the ring. His body shrank and rushed under the sword where the two met.

By the moment Lin Jian was out of breath, a fog had burst on the ring. The large fog continued to expand, and the whole ring gradually disappeared into the white fog.

After quietly running a few more steps, Lin Feng took out the fog mirror belt and restrained all his breath. Then he quickly took out a few three grains of [Flame Guiyuan Dan] and threw them into his mouth. His teeth instantly bit open two, allowing the medicine power to melt in the body. The golden sword yuan quickly wrapped the medicine power and ran crazily in the meridians.

After thinking about it, Lin Feng slowly squatted down and left several sticky things beside him in an instant.

Looking out of the fog mirror, Lin Feng is really going to scold his mother.

In the blurred lens of the fog mirror, he saw that Lin Jian also wore a strange fog mirror on his head. At this time, he was standing quietly by the ring and spinning around, obviously looking for his position of Lin Feng.

"Damn Lin Jian!" Lin Feng shouted and scolded in his heart: "It seems that he is more familiar with me, but I don't know where he bought the fog mirror. Huhu, fortunately, the young man was clever and squatted down earlier.

Quickly running Jianyuan, feeling the rolling medicine power turned into Jianyuan and being vomited by the black hole of the sea of Qi. A smile appeared at the corners of Lin Feng's mouth. Wow, the young master finally raised his eyebrows and recovered the strength of the swordsman's four grades.

"Well, no..." Feeling Jianyuan, which was still growing slowly but firmly in his body, Lin Feng quickly bit away all the [Flame Guiyuan Dan] in his mouth, allowing them to dance with Jianyuan and quickly shuttle and wreak in the meridians.

The golden sword in his body soon reached the peak of the swordsman's fourth grade, but it was still growing crazily, and his meridians did not feel any discomfort. Isn't it?

Blessed by misfortune?! In the past few days, I have been taking drugs crazily [Flame Guiyuan Dan], but did not let my meridian collapse. Instead, I took the opportunity to rushed to the swordsman's fifth grade?!

Jianyuan, who was still growing wildly without fatigue, clearly told Lin Feng the truth. He really stepped on the shit and entered the realm of the swordsman's fifth grade.

"Well, won't it break or stand?" Thinking of the broken meridians in his body that were once more miserable than garbage, Lin Feng tilted his head and curled his lips. What the damn old man said really makes sense!

However, this kind of damn torture is still a few times less. He can't stand it anymore. Thinking of the shameless, despicable and incompetent in the ring for the past half month, Lin Feng is now so excited that he wants to cry.

Looking at Lin Jian's slowly starting to wear a strange shape but anti-glue shoes with his buttocks, feeling the still growing Jianyuan in his body, Lin Feng grinned and withdrew the fog.

Lin Jian, who was struggling to tie his shoelaces, looked at his unusually clear hand doubtfully, and then heard the laughter that was about to open the sky below. It took a long time to realize that the damn Lin Feng had taken back the fog. And the strange shape of my headtop pot lid, wearing a sack, forehead and black bag must have been seen by everyone.

He kicked off his shoes angrily and shook off the lid of the pot. Lin Jian looked at Lin Feng with gloomy eyes and sneered gloomily, "What's wrong? The founder of the muddy water struggle flow knew that this trick was invalid for me, so he took back the muddy water. Is he going to use the prodigal sprinkler?

"Can you guess?" Lin Feng said with a smile, showing his white and healthy teeth.

Feering the uncontrollable roar of Jianyuan in Lin Feng's body, Lin Jian frowned. He knew that at this time, Lin Feng seemed to have left the previous state and entered a very dangerous state.

"Are you a swordsman?" Lin Jian looked at Lin Feng and asked fixedly.

"Yes." Lin Feng smiled brightly and looked at Lin Jian and said puzzledly, "Actually, I'm very strange. You are not a genius like me. How can you enter the fourth grade of swordsman within ten days after breaking through the third grade of swordsman? This is unreasonable!"

"I will let you be a sensible ghost when you die!" Lin Jian said with a smile.

"Isn't it a hormone or something else?" Lin Feng looked at the shameless Lin Jian angrily and said angrily.

"You just take hormones. Your whole family has taken hormones!" Lin Jian was ashamed and angry. For some reason, Lin Feng seemed to be his natural nemesis, and a casual sentence could successfully provoke his anger and make him lose an inch.

"It's a magical elixir." Lin Jian looked at Lin Feng with a ferocious smile: "I'm not afraid that you know. A poor man like you will never be exposed to the damn three elixir of 5,000 coins in his life!"

Three products [gentle return to Yuandan]? Well, it should be the third grade [Flame Guiyuan Dan]. Lin Feng looked at Lin Jian's proud smiling face speechlessly, depressed, happy and collapsed.

Well, although he has successfully earned so many coins from this injustice, how can his hard-earned elixir fall into the hands of his opponent and make him a stronger and more difficult guy?

I want to die when I think that the four-pin Lin Jian in front of me is Lin Feng created by myself. If I had known that he was adding something to the [Flame Guiyuan Dan] sold to Lin Jian, I wouldn't believe it if I couldn't eat you to death.

Looking at Lin Feng's changing face in an instant, Lin Jian became more and more proud. Then he gently raised his sword, and a violent sword slowly gathered, and he rushed to Lin Feng fiercely.

"Now that you know everything, you can be a clear ghost. OK...go to hell!"

Although Lin Feng is angry and depressed, he has been paying attention to Lin Jian's movements. The moment he raised his sword, he quickly left the place, drew a shadow in the air, and then crashed into Lin Jian fiercely.

The sword in the body has slowly stopped turning crazily. Feeling the unprecedented powerful sword in his body, Lin Feng grinned and insisted on hitting Lin Jian fiercely with the broken sword.

The two four-grade swords collided fiercely, and there was no surprise that it was another violent explosion. The old man looked at the strong light in the center of the explosion with lingering heart, but he was secretly happy. Fortunately, he had a clever idea, otherwise the poor ring would have turned into ruins in the moment and no longer exist in the world.

The two people in the center of the explosion were unconscious. Their figures hit each other fiercely again and again, and the sound of explosions was continuous, buzzing regardless of each other.

"So fierce?" Looking at Lin Feng, who collided with Lin Jian like eating hormones. The people below felt that their heads could not turn around. Is this still the pit that was split by two swords two days ago?

Originally, it was only because Lin Feng was handsome in the ring and supported him to watch the bustle. For the first time, they had confidence in Lin Feng's victory in the game.

Everyone has an inexplicable feeling when they look at Lin Feng, who is as fierce as Lin Jian on the stage. Is this still the pit father Lin Fengkeng they know? Everyone feels that their world seems to have been subverted in an instant.

"Bang..." After another violent impact, Lin Feng's embarrassed Queen of Cang retreated, and a bright blood flower quickly spread into a line with his retreating figure.

Standing down with his injured arm, Lin Feng smiled bitterly.

"Hmm!" Lin Jian's voice became more and more cold, but he couldn't hide the pride contained in it: "I'll show you now how big the gap is between you and me, who have just entered the fourth grade."

He dodged Lin Jian's continuous sword moves, and Lin Feng smiled bitterly in his heart: "Sure enough, there is a gap. I haven't fully adapted to the powerful sword element that I have never had before, and I have used the wrong force many times. Fortunately, the swordsmanship that is almost engraved in life gives the best defense at every critical moment and saves his life.

Lin Jian's heart was also extremely angry. Obviously, he could stab Lin Feng's throat to end his life, but his simple sword was like a sword outside the sky from time to time, and an unpredictable sword resolved his must-kill blow. And when his tricks did not threaten his life, the swordsmanship was just to resist and reluctantly block his attack.

"What the hell is this swordsmanship?" Lin Jian felt that he was about to vomit blood.

seemed to think of something and looked at Lin Feng, who was in a hurry to resist his swordsmanship. Lin Jian's tricks suddenly changed, becoming more and more fierce and cruel, but with less murderous intent.

With a sound, Lin Feng's arm was drawn with a sword again.

"I put up with it!" Lin Feng hurriedly resisted Lin Jian's sword and looked at Lin Jian with hatred. If I hadn't found a better swordsman than you, I would have taken your head.

"Whew..." Lin Feng was hit with another sword in the thigh, with a small piece of meat. Lin Feng, who grinned with cold breath and endured the pain, was very helpless. If he wanted to adapt to the four-grade Jianyuan and five-pin Jianyuan in his body as soon as possible, the best way to achieve the Jianyuan was to fight, and it was a ruthless battle of the enemy.

Lin Jian hated himself to the extreme, and he was absolutely ruthlessly killed when fighting with himself, and his strength reached the strength of the four-grade swordsman again. It's really a good free opponent that you can't find with a lantern!

"I have to wrong you for the sake of my future." Lin Feng sob and comforted his poor body.

Gradually, 28 big wounds were added to Lin Feng's body, and countless small wounds became a bloody man. Lin Feng was finally able to barely keep up with the speed and strength of Lin Jian's sword.

Feeling the smooth Jianyuan flowing in his body, Lin Feng's face showed a smile. There is always a reward for your efforts, and you won't lose your scars.

Looking at the unconcealed satisfaction and smile in the corners of Lin Jian's eyes, Lin Feng's heart was secretly fierce. Smile, knowing that you had just deliberately humiliated me and cut wounds on me to satisfy the pleasure of his heart. Well, what a pervert!

The soft-hearted girl below had long cried into a tearful person, or gently leaned on the shoulder of her best friend next to her and couldn't bear to look at it again, or got into her boyfriend's arms and stared at Lin Jian angrily. The scene was unprecedented silence. Lin Feng and Lin Jian fought each other, and the sound of Jianyuan's collision clearly echoed over the whole martial arts hall.

"Lin Jian, if you want to defeat him, why do you deliberately humiliate him?" Lin Lianhua couldn't stand it any longer. He couldn't help saying loudly after resisting Lin Jian for a long time.

"That's right." The people who can't see below also responded one after another. Obviously, it's just a lack of a leader.

He glanced at Lin Lianhua fiercely, and Lin Jian said coldly, "Waste, shut up!"

Lin Lianhua's face became more and more gloomy. His fists were clenched together fiercely, and his teeth clenched.

"You are the waste!" Someone below shouted loudly in the chaos that this waste had touched everyone's reverse scales. Even when a waste person hears others calling him waste, he will rush his head and clench his fist desperately.

"Isn't it just a higher level? What's the big deal?! Humph!" There is another sound of crusade.

The wind sat quietly in the tourist seat in the distance and looked at the ring, and the hands hidden below were gently pinched together. Yan Yan smiled and laughed with the people around him, but he made a fierce oath in his heart.

The same is true of the hidden sword. He has planned how to expand the power of the hidden sword in his heart. And Lin Jian has become the first person on the hidden sword must-kill list.

Lin Menger quietly looked at the action of the two men and said something silently. After listening carefully, it was one hundred and ninety-five times, one hundred and ninety-six times, but I don't know what it is.

Listening to the noise and excitement of the people below, the corners of Lin Jian's mouth curved a beautiful arc, but how can this smile be so sinister and vicious.

The stab of the long sword left a big wound on Lin Feng's body, and Lin Jian's smile became brighter and brighter: "Since everyone is so in favor of me ending the battle quickly, then it has fulfilled everyone's wishes!"

"Fire burning the sky!" As the words fell, the previous continuous swordsmanship suddenly connected, and a huge flame rushed towards the forest wind. It turned out that his previous non-fatal swordsmanship was the prelude to this ultimate move.

"Haha, go to hell!" Lin Jian looked at Lin Feng, who was submerged by flames in an instant, and laughed crazily.

Lin Feng's body has been completely submerged in the burning flames. Because there were wooden elements in Lin Jianjian, the fire elements burned them quickly and really stretched into a fire.

In the flame, the extremely domineering Jianyuan is also rampant, and with the urging of Lin Jian's sword moves, the flame and sword spirit are combined to form a domineering and dangerous line of fire shuttling through the air.

There is a faint smell of fever and burning in the air, and then a smell of meat floats quietly in the air.

"Woo..." Some weak girls have cried and fainted.

Lin Lianhua, Fengyin, Yinjian, Lin Menger, Lin Xijun and other people who care about Lin Feng bit their lips and said nothing. They believe that since Lin Feng has entered this ring, it means that he will definitely win.

Whether his real strength can win or not, he will definitely win.

Without Jianyuan, he can reach the finals, and now he has regained his strength!

All Lin Jian is a paper tiger, and Lin Feng is the real sick cat. No, it's a real tiger.

Lin Jian's sword waved faster and faster. There were even large drops of sweat on his forehead, but before it flowed down, it was instantly steamed into water vapor by high temperature, forming a mass of white fog in front of him, which seemed to have a different meaning in the world.

With the mysterious and inexplicable trajectories, the flame gradually became smaller, but it became hotter and hotter, and the sword spirit became shorter, but it became more and faster. The sword net formed by the flame and sword spirit also became more and more fierce.

However, in this dangerous battle scene, a smell of barbecue became stronger with the powerful sword net. Some foodies couldn't help drooling with their index fingers and looked at the sword net with a drooling face.

Lin Jian's movement became slower and slower, and then his sword moved slightly, and the sword net instantly synthesized a sword. Difficulty in controlling this domineering sword, Lin Jian's face couldn't help but get a drunken red.

Lin Jian looked at the most powerful sword in his life so far, and his obviously abnormal and blushing face became more and more red, "Lin Feng, go to hell!" After saying this quickly, he cut down the sword fiercely.

The shocking noise did not occur, and the amazing hurricane did not appear. The whole ring was a strange and extremely quiet after Lin Jian's huge sword. There were no broken limbs flying around, no big masses of light flying out, and no drop of blood splashed out. Well, it's not really nothing. A trace of hair is swaying in the air.

This is unreasonable, this is very unreasonable, and this foreigner is unreasonable.

Lin Jian looked at the quiet and unusual ring without saying a word.

The audience also looked at the ring silently.