Chapter 45 Fury in Blood

Suddenly, the flying sword fell down with Chen Feng.

With a scream of exclamation, Chen Feng jumped up from the ground and kept rubbing his buttocks.

Another sound of the sword sounded, and the body of the dragon-killing sword trembled, and then the black light flashed, and the flying sword flew in the sky in the sword pavilion.

The powerful airflow was turbulent, forcing Chen Feng to retreat repeatedly.

With the trembling of the dragon-killing magic sword, thousands of flying swords in the sword pavilion are out of their minds and rotate. In the sword pavilion, the sword light suddenly flashes.

Jumping, half squatting, lying on the ground, rolling, like a frog jumping. At this moment, Chen Feng was anxious and sweating coldly.

Does this flying sword really want its own life? Shaking left and right, the "Phantom of a Thousand Machines" was used to avoid the flying sword. Suddenly, many flying swords passed through the remnants of the road, but they did not hurt Chen Feng at all.

"Bastard..." Chen Feng roared. Does this flying sword want his own life?

Chen Feng used the "Thousand-Machine Ghost Phantom" and jumped to the dragon-killing sword, trying to catch the flying sword, but the flying sword dodged repeatedly.

"Do you want to escape? It's not that easy..." Chen Feng stepped hard under his feet, and his jumping body was still showing "the ghost of a thousand machines" in mid-air.

Suddenly in the high sky, Chen Feng's figure was ubiquitous.

"Thousands of machines turn into hands." With the remnants of the shadow, thousands of magic hands were flashing in the sword pavilion.

"How is this possible? ..." The strong people on Tianjian Peak are all shocked. Although this thousand-machine illusionist is the primary skill of the sect, this boy has reached the realm of great perfection.

Not only that, but also the combination of two skills in such a state, it is also extremely complex footwork and technique.

Is this a genius among geniuses? Everyone was shocked, and Feng Zhenzi also looked pale. At this moment, he was so shocked that he couldn't even speak.

But Yu Zhenzi was very satisfied and said happily in his heart, "This boy, who has lost so long, has finally grown a face for my master!"

He used the "thousand-machine magic hand" and held the dragon-killing sword tightly in his hands. It seemed that the flying sword did not want to be controlled by him.

Chen Feng knew that this sword must be unusual. One sword sounded, and it turned out to be ten thousand swords out of his body. This sword must be the king of the sword. He must get this sword.

The flying sword flew, and Chen Feng held it tightly, and his body also flew around in the high sky under the guidance of the flying sword.

Driving at a high speed in the Sword Pavilion, Chen Feng was already dizzy, but he still clenched his hands and refused to let go for a moment.

At this time, the flying sword could not shake off Chen Feng, and he seemed to be angry. A sword sound turned out to be a continuous collision with Chen Feng on the dark compartment of the wall.

After the collision again and again, Chen Feng endured severe pain. If it hadn't been for his giant spirit deity and the fusion of the bones of the Hellen Magic Dragon, his bones would have been broken!

Although the bone was not broken, Chen Feng was also uncomfortable with the strong collision. At this time, he endured severe pain and his face was distorted.

Chen Feng's mouth full of blood has been spewed out, and his closed mouth was full of blood from between his teeth.

His face was distorted. Chen Feng stared at his big blood-red eyes and endured severe pain. The corners of his eyes were torn apart in the violent staring, and the blood stained his eyes red.

The blood sticks to the eyeball, and the tingling is transmitted from the eyes to the bottom of the heart.

Severe pain, heartbreaking howl, but with the roar, it is still hit again and again. He clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands, the palm of the sword was broken, and blood came out from between the palm and the hilt.

This dragon-killing magic sword was stained with Chen Feng's blood. At this time, it seemed to be even more crazy. It was too difficult for human beings to get rid of it.

Chen Feng was originally a person who was unwilling to give in. When he met the sword he saw, he naturally tried his best to get it!

The dragon-killing magic sword hit into the dark grid, and Chen Feng also fell into the wall, and the flesh and blood were scraped off a lot in the wall.

"Bastard..." Chen Feng endured a severe pain and roared.

At this moment, no one opened his mouth on Feijian Peak. This scene is too bloody, even if they are all masters of the spiritual world.

But when I saw such a bloody scene, my heart was full of chills.

Looking at Chen Feng's tragic situation, Chen Feng's strong will actually made many people burn boiling blood. Relying it..." Although some elite disciples' level was much higher than Chen Feng's, they all began to cheer for him.

Yu Zhenzi nodded with satisfaction. His apprentice did have the demeanor of a master, and he finally didn't choose the wrong person.

And Feng Mako beside him was also pale. He was scared. It was really unimaginable that a name had such a firm willpower!

Even if he is himself, I'm afraid that he will let go of such pain.

Everyone was aroused by Chen Feng's blood, and the only thing worried about Chen Feng was the Hundred Flower Fairy Ziyun.

She hopes that Chen Feng can let go, so that she can suffer less pain. However, looking at Chen Feng's eyes with cracked eyes, she hoped that he would grasp the hilt of the sword and not give up.

At this moment, her heart is very contradictory, and she doesn't know why she is heartbroken, but looking at his suffering, her heart is so sad that she can't stand it.

Shooting in the wall, Chen Feng still did not let go when the bumpy fragments on the wall hit.

"Ah! ..." There was a roar, and the blood in his mouth spewed out of his mouth.

The muscles of Chen Feng's arms are also terriblely swollen at this moment.

At this time, the flying sword broke through the ground, and Chen Feng also planned to subdue the sword at this moment.

"Thousands of pounds." Chen Feng's original power attribute point was very strong. At this time, the skills of the game in his previous life were actually displayed by him.

His body was half squatting in the air, and his hands fell to the ground with a flying sword.

In the huge gravity, Chen Feng stood on the ground in a bow step, holding the flying sword that he wanted to shoot out with both hands.

Standing on the ground like this, the ground was already cracked. At this time, the gravel flew up, and the ground was completely dilapidated.

At this time, several places on Chen Feng's body are full of flesh and blood, but the game system limits the bleeding state.

At this time, Chen Feng stepped on the ground. At this time, he was like a giant, with the momentum of being a man!

Put your hands hard and pull your arms away, just like pulling a bow. The dragon-killing sword was heavily inserted into the ground.

Suddenly, the stone burst.

The whole body was pressed, and the sword was stuck on the ground.

"Bastard... disobedient... FJ, right! ..." Chen Feng pressed one knee on the flying sword, pressed the flying sword with one hand, and hit it crazily with one fist in the other.

"TMDFJ...TMDGJ...TMDFJ... I'll beat you to death..." Chen Feng's fist is so powerful that it's commanable!

The fist hit, Chen Feng's fist broke the skin, and the blood flowed out.