Chapter 90 Four Joys in Various Battles
No. 220 looked blankly at the broken sword that suddenly appeared on his chest, and foolishly watched his blood dripping on the red ground roasted by him rise with waves of fog. The blood that turned into fog became more and more fishy and pungent. Only then did he seem to understand what had happened. He looked at Lin Feng in disbelief, withdrew his right hand and gently wiped the bleeding corners of his mouth, and then fell down.
The dead swordsman was no longer the swordsman. The red ground quickly roasted his back and emitted a pungent burning smell, and soon this unpleasant smell floated on the whole ring.
Although the 220th died, Lin Feng's crisis has still not been resolved. The white flowers that lost their masters seemed to be more and more angry and desperate, and hit Lin Feng's divine consciousness and Jianyuan crazily with the last order of No. 220.
After all, it was a hard blow by the swordsman, and even the last madness of death was enough for Lin Feng to drink a pot.
Killing No. 220, Lin Feng quickly rushed forward a few steps and then laid a heavy protection in front of him.
"Boom..." The out-of-control white flowers rumbled with thousands of fires like the breaking of the Yellow River. Lin Feng's hastily laid protection like paper paste and couldn't even stop it for a second.
"Damn it! Fight!" Looking at the white flowers still rolling like a madman, Lin Feng bit his lip fiercely and stopped his footsteps and stopped those unnecessary waste.
Suddenly, he turned around and looked at the hot waves that still came quickly. Lin Feng roared out all the remaining swords and spirits in his body and rushed to the white flowers and thousands of fires.
At the same time, he summoned the broken sword from the chest of No. 220 and jumped for half a day. After exerting all three forces of his whole body, he stamped on the ground fiercely towards the broken sword in the air with his forged body, and then his toes stepped on the broken sword and jumped again, jumping to dozens of meters high. Empty.
With lingering lingering, I watched that the essence of my whole body was still swallowed up by thousands of fire led by the white flowers, and the white flower reluctantly jumped twice in the protective cover that hit the ring before slowly fell to the ground and went away with the wind.
Falling down from the sky, Lin Feng first lost two five-pin [Waiyuan Dan] into his mouth and sat quietly on the ground to replenish his whole body of Jianyuan before slowly walking to the 220.
"You don't have to close your eyes." Lin Feng looked at No. 220's wide eyes and said softly in his ear with a voice that only the two of them could hear, "My sword has a sword soul. Now close your eyes, right?"
No. 220 seemed to really understand his words and finally closed his eyes gently.
Looking at the silent surroundings, Lin Feng gently wiped the blood on the sword and walked down into the sheath.
Feeling the pain in his brain and a little weak body, Lin Feng thought to himself, should he practice some elixir to supplement divine consciousness and essence?
His current image is also extremely miserable. His right hand is weakly with his whole arm. Although it is quickly repaired by the only green essence left in his body, it still has not improved much. His right half of his body is almost paralyzed at this time.
"Sword Saint, Sword Saint." Although his overall combat strength is not inferior to that of his ordinary swordsman, although he can fight across this barrier, he is still a little insufficient after all.
Lin Feng felt a headache when he thought of Feng Fuyao and Huo Lianhua. With your current power, there is not much chance of winning, and it takes very harsh conditions and a certain amount of time to synthesize the three forces into divine power.
Lin Feng shook his head vigorously and quickly walked towards the Liu family. This afternoon, he faintly felt that the bottleneck in his body was loosened. He could not say that he could rush to the swordsman Jiupin and further narrow the gap between them.
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On the 12th ring, Li Qinglian was speechless when she looked at the wind shaking opposite. Feng Fuyao looked at him and didn't say a word. Obviously, neither of them expected that they would meet with such good luck in this round.
"Do you want to fight?" Li Qinglian looked at Feng Fuyao's Kunpeng and raised her eyebrows.
"Fight! Why don't you fight?!" Feng Fuyao obviously gritted his teeth when he said this sentence.
[Qinglian] and [Kunpeng] came out of the sheath at the same time, and a strong wind and several green lotus also suddenly appeared in the air.
"Boom!" The two congenital swords caused a huge sound before they touched each other. After flashing, the shield of the ring still burst like a bubble. The referee of the No. 12 ring quickly laid a thin layer of shield without hurting the shock wave of the two weapons to the people under the ring.
"What should I do?" Li Qinglian frowned and looked at Feng Fuyao.
With a sound, the two tacitly inserted [Qinglian] and [Kunpeng] into the ground at the same time and stood with the scabbard.
Feng Fuyao's body suddenly floated up, and at the same time, Li Qinglian also spit out the green lotus in Dantian.
"Let's decide the winner with one move." Li Qinglian looked up at the wind in the air and said softly.
Feng Fuyao did not say anything, but the referee jumped off the ring like a frightened kitten, and suddenly appeared next to the ring and built a new shield with his sword.
The air gradually became like substance, and the whole space seemed to condense, and the scabbard floating in the air randomly drew all kinds of complicated and difficult lines.
And in this almost condensed air, a few delicate green lotus slowly turned around Li Qinglian's body and bloomed. Soon it was beautiful, and there seemed to be a special good smell and refreshing fragrance in the air.
"The wind blows!" Feng Fuyao suddenly stopped the movement of his fingers and drank coldly.
A gust of wind suddenly broke out in the dull and almost frozen air, and the wind suddenly appeared in front of Li Qinglian with the wind, which was really abrupt. People's eyes blinked and found that the wind was shaking in a changing position.
At the moment when Feng Fuyao arrived in front of Li Qinglian, Li Qinglian's scabbard suddenly stabbed forward. A white lotus suddenly decomposed into a flying petal and stabbed against the wind under the inexplicable movement of the scabbard.
The wind shakes his body, but the scabbard moves violently. It is hard to imagine how he can make so many complicated and dazzling movements in such a short time.
The wind slowly got stronger and began to fill the whole space. Gradually, even the hard ring special stones swayed and flew up, quickly joining the fierce wind.
And the white lotus in front of Li Qinglian went forward and turned into petals all over the sky when the wind was blowing. No one can imagine that such a delicate petal cutting a big stone is as easy as cutting tofu with a knife, and the wind will be chaotic in a short time.
"Wind Dance." Feng Fuyao gently exhaled, and then as the hurricane really danced, the air in the whole ring became more and more an inexplicable sense of oppression and suffocation, and the stones on the ring rose off the ground and joined the violent wind dance.
"Green Lotus Sword Song." Li Qinglian looked at the lotus in front of her and said softly.
When the dancing wind surrounded the wind, the white lotus also turned into petals all over the sky, blocking him. From a distance, it looked like a chaotic wind ball and was extremely beautiful.
The wind danced, roaring like a wild dragon, and the swaying expression became more and more solemn. But in this violent wind ball, there is a faint sword song and sword laughter coming out of it, and even this powerful wind dance can't hide it.
The voice of Bailian is more and more exciting, and the wind ball dancing outside also has several different charms.
"Puff..." Just as the wind ball danced to the craziest, a white petal suddenly blocked through the dim yellow wind mass and disappeared into a mass of light and dissipated in the air.
seemed to be guided by some kind of guidance. One after another, the breakthrough wind masses of white petals came out one after another and turned into light spots in the outside air, leaving waves of fragrance floating in the air.
Feng Fu shook his lips vigorously and gently moved the scabbard in his hand. Then the wind mass was full of the shadow of the scabbard, and his body moved quickly with the wind mass.
In the layers of white petals, Li Qinglian also shook the scabbard in her hand quickly.
"Bang Bang..." The dull sound of the scabbard hitting each other hit the hearts of the people around the arena like a muffled thunder, and some shallow population horns even slowly escaped a trace of red blood, obviously suffering internal injury.
Looking at each other in shock, everyone couldn't help retreating back and looking at the two sides at the war with a complex, envious and shocked look.
The wind's shaking hand finally stopped and jumped into the air again and sat there quietly.
"Papa..." At this time, the wind ball dancing like a wild dragon suddenly burst. Visible to the naked eye, more white petals have turned into light spots all over the sky, looking very sad and beautiful, like white cherry blossoms falling in a gust of spring.
"Pa..." The yellow wind mass finally burst, and Li Qinglian's figure appeared.
"Ha, between Bo Zhong." Feng Fuyao looked at Li Qinglian, who was also a little tired, and said with a wry smile.
Before his words fell, a white lotus fell from the high sky and swayed past his eyes.
His laughter stopped abruptly, and he looked at the lotus that quietly fell into Li Qinglian's outstretched hand.
"I lost." The corners of Feng Fu's mouth showed a wry smile, and then he pulled out [Kunpeng] and turned around and left.
"Cough..." He coughed gently and swallowed the blood in his throat.
"Cough..." Li Qinglian couldn't help coughing and spit out a small mouthful of blood, and then his ugly face was a little bloody. Gently pulled out [Qinglian], looked at the red blood on the ground, and looked at the figure of the wind swinging away. Li Qinglian muttered, "What a powerful wind dance, what a stubborn wind shake."
It turned out that they suffered a certain internal injury while competing, but Li Qinglian spit out the blood stasis, which was good for the body, while Feng Fuyao stubbornly swallowed the blood back, aggravating the condition of internal injury.
This time, Feng Fuyao did not return to the strong wind clan, but carried [Kunpeng] to resist the wind and flew straight to the Moon Star City.
Ignoring the current site of the destroyed surface, Li Qinglian also walked quickly to the Liu family with [Qinglian].
Looking at the two people who left one after another, feeling the strength of the crazy wind hitting the shield of the white petals just now and the ring that was completely soft and turned into tofu dregs at this time, the fire retreated Jianyuan, with a trace of confusion and loss in his eyes: "The waves behind the Yangtze River pushed the front waves, and the front waves died on the beach. ! After this battle, I'm afraid these two young men will be promoted a lot, right?!"
After all, there was still some sadness and inexplicable loss in my heart, and I sighed and walked towards the Drunken Fairy Tower.
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Lin Feng got some good news as soon as he got home. First, Liu Qianer of the Liu family pressed a large amount of cash on Lin Feng and won a lot of money with huge odds. Instead, Huo Xu Wei also let the hidden swords everywhere press all their capital on Lin Feng's game. In the end, the assets of the hidden sword tripled, and the long-deficient assets finally became rich. Third, Li Qinglian defeated Feng Fuyao today and indirectly drove away a strong opponent for Lin Feng. Fourth, the Yue family also made a lot of money because they believed in Lin Feng. But I'm afraid that from now on, the hard-earned banker will keep Lin Feng's odds very low, and it is very impossible to make another money like this time.
After listening to the happy event, the more clear-hearted and the hidden Lin Haiyang protection, Li Qinglian and Lin Feng both entered the final.
The divine consciousness has almost recovered through the shameless stolen black fog, but the green essence has injured some paths extremely slowly because of the final collision, but many previously blocked paths have been loosened.
Regardless of the self-operated [broken secret] quickly restoring the golden sword, Lin Feng launched the green elite to launch an impact on those places that were a little loose.
Occasionally touched three thousand love threads, and these guys who were silent and integrated into his whole body were also aware of it. When they saw themselves in the way, they automatically moved to the side. Lin Feng rolled his eyes and was speechless.
Soon, some paths were opened under the urging of the green essence, and the green kitten in the heart became very excited to see more paths being opened, and even gently narrowed its eyes as if smiling.
"It's so weird!" Looking at Lin Feng, the green kitten who is becoming more and more spiritual in his heart, he doesn't know whether it's good or bad?