Cangling World

The young master of the Feitian clan did not expect that he was not Lin Luo's opponent.

With a sound of "whistling", he fluttered his wings and soared into the air. He came to the mid-air of ten feet and looked down.

The masters of all races looked up at the young master of the Feitian clan, all showing envy.

The Feitian family has the bloodline of Fei Peng, born with wings, their hands can be turned into claws, and their combat power is amazing.

Coupled with the advantage of being able to fly at will, even if you lose, you can easily escape.

Throughout the Hundred Clan Continent, no matter how the rankings of the major races changed, the Flying Heaven Clan always occupied a place in the top three.

And these years, the Feitian Clan has even rushed to the top of the Hundred Clan!

Above the sky, the young master of the Feitian clan looked at Lin Luo coldly, with a strong killing intent in his eyes: "Boy, no matter how fast you are, can you still go to heaven?"

"God?"

Lin Luo's eyes narrowed.

Even in the Profound Profound Realm, he couldn't fly into the sky, at most he could use his body technique to fly into the air for a short time.

Except for the races that are born with the talent of flying, other races need to break through to the realm of heaven and man before they can walk on the sky, and they can run wild in the world in an instant.

Lin Luo's expression, in the eyes of the young master of the Feitian clan, was a sign of weakness, and he immediately said proudly: "Hahaha, die for me!"

He vibrated his wings violently, and cut out sharp wind blades one after another, suppressing them like a torrent, with a terrifying aura that made even the ordinary prospective king feel numb in his scalp.

Lin Luo was silent, his legs were like pines rooted on the ring, and he held the Qinghong sword and swayed constantly.

In the eyes of everyone, it was not Lin Luo who swung his sword to block the wind blade, but rather the wind blade actively facing Lin Luo's sword.

"Invincible Defense!"

The four altar guardian kings on the stone pillar once again showed their shocked expressions.

"What a great defense!"

The other prospective kings also saw Lin Luo's extraordinary qualities.

The powerhouses of all ethnic groups who had lost to Lin Luo before also took a deep breath, only to feel that Lin Luo was getting stronger and stronger, like a bottomless pit with no limits.

"How can it be!"

The young master of the Feitian clan was shocked.

I thought I had the advantage of Feitian, but I could use all my strength to kill Lin Luo in just a few moves. Unexpectedly, the opponent was so difficult to deal with.

If it goes on like this, it will only turn into a deadlock.

"Hmph, no matter how invincible and tight your defense is, this young master can break through it!"

"Claw of Feipeng!"

The young master of the Feitian clan finally stopped hiding and used the power of Feipeng's blood in his body.

In an instant, a phantom of a flying Dapeng with a wingspan of several feet appeared behind him, opening his mouth to make a sharp chirping, piercing through gold and stone.

"Wow!"

The masters of all ethnic groups covered their ears one after another, and those who were weaker even bleed from their mouths and noses, feeling uncomfortable all over.

Before the sound fell, the phantom of the Dapeng swooped down, like a sharp sword, shrinking continuously, condensing into a sharp claw with a terrifying evil spirit.

The power of this claw is very terrifying, even some kings who hide in the dark frown slightly.

Lin Luo was not afraid at all, and his fighting spirit soared.

He held the sword in his left hand, and his right hand shook, and the majestic blood aura exploded, turning into a blood-colored tiger claw, and the breath was equally astounding.

"Claws of the Blood Tiger!"

After all, Lin Luo still used this bloodline secret technique.

As soon as the tiger claws came out, there was a stir.

"Isn't this the secret technique of the extinct blood tiger clan, when did the elves learn it?"

"This son is incredible, he may have obtained the inheritance of the blood tiger clan!"

The hearts of the masters of all ethnic groups were shaken, and at the same time they were envious.

Seeing the two sharp claws collide in the air, everyone's heart trembled.

Even the secret king took a deep breath and felt a hint of threat.

"Boom!"

The sharp claws exploded, obliterating and fighting each other, forming a scarlet-black cloud with a terrifying aura, and then blasting waves of turbulent waves that shook the sky and earth.

When the dazzling light dissipated, everyone saw that the arena was already empty.

Lin Luo, gone!

"Hey, the genius of the elves has disappeared. Could it be that he was defeated?"

Experts from all ethnic groups searched around, but did not see Lin Luo.

Above the sky, the young master of the Feitian clan stared at the ring, and when he found that it was empty, he was relieved and laughed wildly: "Hahaha, fighting with this son, you are still a little tender!"

He began to search around for Lin Luo's figure.

Before he was sure that Lin Luo was defeated and fell into the ring, he would never land rashly.

However, even if the audience searched together, there was still no trace of Lin Luo.

Suddenly, the four altar guardian kings with keen perception changed their expressions, raised their heads abruptly, and looked into the depths of the sky.

There, a black spot is rapidly enlarging.

"in the sky!"

Someone pointed to the sky and warned loudly.

The young master of the Feitian clan trembled, and quickly looked up at the sky.

At a height of hundreds of meters above the ground, a figure fell from the sky, holding swords in both hands, slashing out a waterfall of sword qi at a speed that exceeded the reaction limit of most people.

This person is Lin Luo!

After casting the Bloody Tiger Claw, he used the dazzling light to burst out all his physical strength, like a cannonball rushing into the sky.

Coupled with the use of some physical techniques on the way, he rose step by step, reaching a height of more than 100 meters. After hovering for a while, he suddenly killed with a sword.

Feitian Clan's young son was terrified, fluttered his wings, and immediately avoided.

But he has been locked by Lin Luo's spiritual consciousness, and he can't escape at all!

That sword qi, with a ruthless killing aura, cut off the left wing of the Feitian clan's young master, and the blood splashed, dyeing the sky red.

"what!"

The little princess of the Feitian clan who lost half of her wings immediately lost her balance and was punched in the back by Lin Luo, falling from the mid-air of more than ten meters, like a meteorite falling on the ring.

"Crack!"

A harsh bone explosion sounded.

The Young Master of the Flying Clan had a sunken back, and a raised fist mark appeared on his chest.

Although he is not dead, his heart has been shattered and he has been abolished.

"I said, your bloodline power is good, I want it."

Lin Luo indifferently stepped on the back of the young master of the Flying Clan, his hands changed thirty kinds of handprints in an instant, condensed into the ancient word "deprivation", and penetrated into the latter's body.

As Lin Luo pulled out, a thumb-sized bird phantom fluttered its wings and made a sharp chirping, desperately detaching from the heart of the young master of the Flying Clan.

"seal up!"

Lin Luo released the power of the innate king body, sealed Feipeng's bloodline, and returned it to his dantian.

The masters of all ethnic groups stared at Lin Luo in a stunned manner, and all froze in place.

Today's battle is too shocking for them!

The young master of the Feitian clan who once won 99 consecutive victories also lost?

What's worse, Lin Luo actually deprived the opponent of Feipeng's bloodline!

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't believe that the genius of the elf family would dare to do such a daring thing.

The Flying Clan is the current No. 1 strong clan!

The young master is also the son of the contemporary patriarch, with extraordinary talent, and is the candidate for the future patriarch.

However, he was scrapped!

The sky of the Hundred Clan Continent is about to change!

The masters of all ethnic groups changed their expressions and retreated.