Chapter 122 Battle of Jianfeng 3

"Wood turns fire?" The old man was still swaying his beard and watching Lin Jian burn himself leisurely. At this time, Jianyuan, who was all over the ring, felt the crazy change in Lin Jian's body. Surprised, he pulled down a few beards.

Touching his painful chin angrily, the old man couldn't help showing a smile and muttering at the corners of Lin Feng's mouth, who also became serious, "Haha, this is something to see. The mutant man fights against shameless men. Well, let me think about it. How long has it been since I seen this wonderful and thrilling drama?

Feeling that the temperature of Lin Jian's body surface has dropped, even the fool knows that something is wrong. Lin Feng picked up the broken sword angrily and said viciously, "I guessed the beginning, but I didn't guess the end. Damn, I hate the feeling of death." With the purpose of killing all dangers to the cradle, Lin Feng rushed to the mutating Lin Jian fiercely.

The golden swordyuan poured a broken sword, and Lin Feng's fierce sword hit Lin Jian's head. When he was about to get to Lin Jian's bare scalp, Lin Jian's hand suddenly moved, and the long sword was the kind Lin Feng's neck.

"I'll wipe it!" Lin Feng did not believe in evil. When he turned to Lin Jian, he cut his sword sinisterly to his neck.

"Dong..." Another crisp sound, and Lin Jian's sword strangely passed through the armpit on the tip of Lin Feng's sword.

"Instinct mode is turned on?" Lin Feng felt that his head was very painful. He looked at Lin Jian angrily and said, "What on earth are you doing? Your consciousness is all in your body, allowing your body to instinct to deal with all crises?"

Looking at Lin Jian, Lin Feng had no choice. You know, he has been practicing his sword so many times every day. The ultimate goal is to automatically react to the best response when he is in danger. That is, Lin Jian's current state. Obviously, he has not been successful yet, so naturally there is nothing he can do about Lin Jian now.

Looking at Lin Jian with wide eyes, Lin Feng suddenly restrained all the breath of Jianyuan, and the broken sword quietly stabbed Lin Jian's heart without a trace of air fluctuation.

There is no murderous intention, no Jianyuan, and even no fluctuation in the air.

The broken sword slowly came into contact with the outermost layer of clothes of Lin Jian. Oh, this dress is still his own. Lin Feng couldn't help curling his lips. Just now, Lin Jianyu. The fire burned his body, ah, no, it was the fire that burned all his clothes. The old man saw that his naked hooligan was very indecent in broad daylight and asked Lin Feng to even a piece of clothes for him.

The broken sword carefully cut the clothes and slowly entered his skin, and a drop of bright blood had slowly flowed down.

Lin Feng was overjoyed. Just as he was about to add more force, he suddenly felt an unparalleled heat and burned the broken sword red in an instant and then burned it to his hand holding the sword without hesitation.

consciously pulled back the broken sword and did not throw the broken sword out with great perseverance. Lin Feng raised his head and saw a pair of red crazy eyes full of destruction without any affection.

consciously retreated two steps, Lin Feng quietly looked at Lin Jian and knew that he had completely changed.

"The element of fire is powerful." Lin Jian moved his bare head, and his neck made a rattling scalp tingling sound. Then he opened his mouth and looked at Lin Feng and laughed: "Well, it feels good to roast pig's feet."

Quickly took out the burn medicine from the world of his broken sword mark and applied it to his right hand. Feeling the cool feeling quickly spread and quickly expelling the fire in his heart, Lin Feng raised his head and looked at Lin Jian with lingering heart.

However, his sword had long turned into a terrible red, and the air around him was also burning and fluctuated. Looking up, Lin Feng found that not only his eyes and sword were red, but also his neck, nose, eyes and arms were red.

"Are you swollen?" Lin Feng's shock is indescribable.

"Nothing." Lin Jian opened his mouth to reveal his teeth, which had also become red and red. He smiled very happily and ferociously: "Blessed you, I am now practicing the skills of the fire clan. Hey, specialize in restraining the fire skills of the Lin clan!"

"How is that possible?" Lin Feng looked at Lin Jian's puzzled face: "Isn't it that the skill can't be changed at will if it is selected at the beginning? Not to mention the mutually restrained wooden fire skills. When your Muxing Jianyuan is swallowed up, you should have been burned to death long ago!"

"What he practiced was the skill of the two attributes of firewood, which was originally homologous fire devouring wood without any harm to him. It's just that the process is very difficult." The old man's voice sounded: "I just can't imagine that he can control this alienation and wake up so quickly. I'm afraid it's half of your reason." In the end, the old man's voice had a sense of gloating and bad intentions.

"I forgot what passed away." Lin Jian looked at his red palms: "All the original beautiful resentment related to my past turned into dust with the brilliant spark and disappeared into that insignificant memory."

"Now I am a brand new me." Lin Jian looked obsessionally at the beautiful and brilliant little red flower gradually forming on his wrist and said softly, "This is an unprecedentedly powerful and reborn me."

A spark spewed out of his mouth, looking like a juggling artist.

"Yes. It's really a brand new you." Lin Feng looked at the flame from the spout and laughed: "From a nuisance to a nuisance machine, why do you think you can't live without that annoying word?"

"Ha, I'm sorry." Lin Jian was not angry and smiled at himself and said, "I just didn't control this new power for a while. I'm sorry."

"You have indeed changed." Lin Feng's heart became more and more gloomy, because he felt a crisis from the monster. His mouth was a little dry. He asked gently, "How is the strength of the five-grade swordsman?"

"Five products?" Lin Jian suddenly realized and carefully felt the powerful and tyrannical Jianyuan in his body with a very comfortable smile: "Well, is this the five-grade Jianyuan? What an intoxicating feeling!"

"Okay." Lin Feng sighed deeply and looked at Lin Jian, who had completely changed into a person and said bitterly, "Compared with you, who are non-coherent now, I still like the previous you who competed with me and grabbed dreams. Now you are not you at all. What kind of monster have you become?"

"Dream?" Lin Jian was stunned and looked stunned: "Who is Meng'er? Do I know her? It's strange that I'm a little reluctant, but why can't I remember who she is?

"As for me now." Lin Jian opened his hands, and two clusters of flames came out crazily. He quietly felt the temperature and flame on the palm of his hand. He laughed crazily: "Although I have mastered power before, I have never felt that the feeling of controlling power can be so beautiful and so addictive. Well...it's so intoxicating!"

"Okay." Lin Feng looked at Lin Jian's madman, who had become a monster, speechlessly: "So, are you still going to compete or not?"

"Competition?" Lin Jian looked at Lin Feng in surprise: "What kind of bullshit? Is it the competition for the first master of Star Sword Star?

"..." Lin Feng looked at Lin Jian with pity: "Well, poor child, I know you are really crazy. Well, if you don't compete, go down. I'm also sleepy and go to bed earlier."

"No." The madness and burning heat in Lin Jian's eyes went out in an instant. However, when he heard Lin Feng's last words, his expression quickly became ferocious and feverish: "You make me feel very uncomfortable and unhappy."

"What do you want?" Lin Feng's Jianyuan has begun to operate crazily, and he looked at Lin Jian warily.

"Since you are not happy." Lin Jian cracked his mouth and exposed his red teeth, and he could faintly see the quietly burning flame in his throat under his tongue: "Then you go to hell. Then I will never see you again."

"I'm bored." Lin Feng looked at Lin Jian sullenly with a depressed face: "In the past, it was normal for you to look at me when your head was good. Why do you seem to have lost your memory and are still very unhappy with me now! You have forgotten everything else. Why haven't you forgotten the damn mad dog rabies?!

"Hey..." Lin Jian did not answer, just laughed like a psychopath. The sword in his hand became more and more red, as if it was about to burn.

Then the sword really burned. Lin Jian stared at Lin Feng with a ferocious smile: "The five-grade strong man is not bad. Although I don't know how you can break through to the fifth grade like this genius, it doesn't matter. Now, go to hell!"

A heat wave rushed over, and Lin Jian's figure disappeared from the original place in an instant and then appeared in front of Lin Feng.

I was shocked. I never thought that Lin Jian's speed was so fast and strange at this time. Lin Feng did not dare to neglect and fought with 120,000 points of spirit. The newly recovered consciousness also slowly filled the space around him.

"Old man, what's going on now?" Lin Feng's divine consciousness and Jianyuan combined to avoid Lin Jian's fierce and fierce attack like a beast.

Yes, just like a fierce beast, Lin Jian now has absolutely no human breath all over his body except for the appearance of human beings.

"The sequelae of wood turning fire." The old man looked at Lin Feng angrily: "He will either become a psycho but mentally normal, or he will become amnesiac and become a madman."

"Why is the spirit of neuropathy normal?" Lin Feng asked angrily.