Chapter 89 That inexplicable sword

Looking at No. 220's restless breath and blood pressure recovered in just a few breaths, and his breath stabilized again. Lin Feng was disappointed and couldn't help smacking his tongue secretly. Kensei is Kensei. It's really extraordinary!

After being injured, No. 220 was more vigilant and more angry. The eagle flying high in the sky was actually jumped up and scratched its claws fiercely by a small rabbit on the ground, which was a humiliation for the arrogant him, a bloody humiliation that had never been seen before.

"You are dead today." No. 220 gently wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and smiled gently.

"Laugh at your sister!" Lin Feng felt the slowly rising temperature around him, and his heart was very sad.

No. 220, who had suffered losses, became more and more stable. He stood quietly and stood in front of his sword, and a hot flame slowly passed through his body and floated quietly in the air.

Two and three flowers, gradually, the surrounding space is almost full of these white hot flowers.

Lin Feng looked at the tightly wrapped flowers around him and regretted for the first time in his life that he had not learned the sword. If I had taken the sword all the way, I would probably not have stared at others doing something now.

Feeling the extremely hot flame around him, he did not dare to rush to interrupt the sword saint's act at this time. He was sure that before he rushed up, he would be surrounded by the flames and split in half by the fierce sword.

"Hmm?" Feeling the breeze in the air, Lin Feng's heart moved, the broken sword trembled gently, and an autumn wind slowly floated out. He can't use Jianyi yet. You know, there are still a few extremely difficult opponents behind him!

Simulating the sword momentum with the sword, he also blew those hateful white flames aside for a while, temporarily relieving Lin Feng's baking worries. No. 220 seemed to have a feeling, but he ignored it with a cold smile.

"The fire flies gently." You muttered softly in the mouth of No. 220.

The sword danced slowly, and the flame floating in the air really obeyed his command and danced gently. The sword in his hand is like a magic wand with a soul, and the fire flies wherever he points to.

In Lin Feng's eyes, the sword gently opened a route in the air, and then slowly formed a strange but complex spider web.

Looking at Huoer quietly in their respective positions with satisfaction, the sword in the hands of 220 began to dance slowly again.

"Fire, dance quickly."

Originally, Lin Feng felt something wrong when the fire flew to their respective positions, because if the previous air was warm, the hot water just now was about to boil. And as the fire danced quickly, the fire rotated quickly in place. The faster the long sword of No. 220 turns, the faster the fire will be.

Gradually, a whiter flower suddenly appeared at the top of the sword.

The dancing fire was static for a moment, and the scene became a little solemn for a while. But soon, the fire became faster and faster, and a little white spark was quickly thrown out and rushed towards the white flower on the tip of the sword.

The fire turned faster and faster, the white spots became more and more, and the flowers on the sword became more and more substantial, gradually becoming a small dazzling and eye-catching sun on the ring.

The temperature in the place where Lin Feng was located dropped rapidly, but the flowers on the tip of the sword became more and more lifelike.

"No!" Looking at the faster and faster fire, Lin Feng bit his teeth and knew what he had to do. And at this time, he seemed to be addicted to the sun created by his own hands.

He stared at a fiery flower and looked at the circle of burning vitality around it. When his vitality was weakest, Lin Feng suddenly picked up his sword, and a powerful sword spewed out and quickly swallowed the fire.

Seeing that this method is feasible, Lin Feng's broken sword suddenly turned into a large meteor and divided into dozens of flowers.

"Hmm!" Looking at Lin Feng's movements, No. 220 hummed coldly, and then the long sword suddenly jumped, allowing the materialized flower to float in the air and said harshly, "The fire is burning!"

seemed to have received some kind of instruction, and the fire really exploded fiercely.

Lin Feng retreated a few steps awkwardly and laid a layer of Jianyuan in front of him. The explosion layer was superimposed and the fire vitality on it. Lin Feng's Jianyuan mask soon caught fire.

"Fire is the most annoying!" The outermost layer of Jianyuan was shaken out, reluctantly ensuring the safety of his swordyuan mask. Lin Feng bit his lips and said depressedly.

No. 220 had a smile on the corners of his mouth, but he did not take advantage of the victory to hit the falling dog. He looked devoutly at the flower floating in the air that devours the bursting fire crazily in front of him, and his eyes were full of pride and pride.

"Fire..." He waved gently, and the flower really flew towards him spiritually.

"Aanshan!" He looked at the white flowers that fell on his sword and whispered softly.

The white flower quickly rushed towards Lin Feng, and at the same time, he rushed up with his sword.

"Surely look back!" Lin Feng suddenly felt that his body did not move, and he really suddenly looked back and saw the rooting under his beloved woman's feet. And the white flower had already passed him and suddenly turned around and stood quietly behind him. Lin Feng can clearly feel the amazing firepower contained in the flower.

"The lights are dim." No. 220 shouted softly, and then there were many flowers in the air.

Lin Feng's eyes can clearly see that it was the gentle shaking of the flower that ignited all the combustible elements in the air.

"Too domineering!" Lin Feng swallowed his saliva gently and felt that his wood seemed to be about to be ignited.

No. 220 suddenly smiled strangely at Lin Feng, and then quickly stabbed him with the long sword.

"Sne..." Lin Feng looked down, and the fire closest to him had quickly penetrated into his clothes and burned.

Feeling very bad, Lin Feng broke his sword against No. 220 and took out the air to look around. The flower stabbed at him in the same posture when it stabbed himself on the 220th, and the fire ignited by the white flowers around it also stabbed in the same posture under the leadership of the white flowers. In the eyes of the audience under the ring, Lin Feng stood foolishly in the middle of the ring, and countless red light spots and white light spots stabbed him fiercely, or everyone could imagine Lin Feng's situation as a red hedgehog at this moment.

"Fight!" There were weapons all around and even up and down, and Lin Feng rushed straight to No. 220.

Seeing that Lin Feng easily broke free from his lock again, No. 220's face became more and more ugly. If he knew that Lin Feng was oppressed by a guy who stepped into the Sword Emperor every day, he would feel better.

The green Jingyuan was running fast, and his speed was a little faster. Before he could react, he was fiercely bumped into Lin Feng's arms, and the long sword had already been cut in half by Lin Feng.

However, the high and scary temperature came over at the moment when Lin Feng broke his sword and touched the No. 220 long sword. Lin Feng's hand trembled, and suddenly there were several scary big blisters and almost didn't throw away the broken sword.

I was depressed on the 220th. What's this guy from? Not only did the extremely simple swordsmanship make me unable to speak, but the sword left in his hand was extremely sharp. Unexpectedly, he cut off his five-grade sword in an instant, and his own speed was unpredictable, and his arm was extremely powerful. The fierce collision made him stagger.

The long sword was broken, and No. 220 simply dropped the long sword and pointed to Lin Feng's body like a sword. The fingers were very short, and their bodies were very close. Lin Feng held the sword in his hand but couldn't open it. He also threw away the sword and also used the sword to make a move. It's just that the white flower led thousands of fires to attack Lin Feng with the sword finger of No. 220.

"What kind of bullshit is this!" Lin Feng is about to cry.

Looking at No. 220's smug eyes, Lin Feng was furious. He put a thick layer of Jianyuan on his back and quickly pulled it into his arms with the injured Lin Feng's hand.

At this time, it reflects the advantages of the refiner. Lin Feng's physical strength was much stronger than that of Jiansheng, so he was almost cut off his neck by Lin Feng in a few times.

"Good! Very good!" No. 220 embarrassedly escaped from Lin Feng's claws and then gathered all the swords in his right hand and smashed them fiercely towards Lin Feng's right hand.

"Boom!" With a loud noise, the two people's fists hit each other fiercely.

The green Jingyuan gathered wildly towards Lin Feng's right hand. Unfortunately, the gap between them was still too big, and Lin Feng's sword spirit blocked the white flowers behind him and did not dare to retreat.

Gradually, Lin Feng's fists creaked, as if the century-old wooden frame might fall at any time, and the face of No. 220 began to show the smile of the winner.

"Go!" Lin Feng suddenly shouted harshly, but he didn't know what to let him go.

A cold sword suddenly appeared on the chest of No. 220, and a wisp of blood slowly flowed out along the place where the sword pierced, slowly dripping on the hot ground at this time.