Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

"only……"

After getting excited, Song Feilian calmed down a little, looked at Ling Feng, and said solemnly: "Junior brother Ling, is it too much to deal with Yang Zhen and Winter just by yourself?"

"Since I dare to say it, I naturally have my own plans."

Ling Feng smiled faintly, looked at the sky, and said slowly: "It's getting late now. Let's rest for the night. We will set off tomorrow. We will have a decisive battle with the demon clan tomorrow!"

"As long as we go to war with the demon clan, I believe that Winter will definitely come with Yang Zhen. At that time, I only need to show up, and with Winter's hatred for me, he will naturally find a way to kill me first. . You don’t need to worry about me, just focus on dealing with the demon clan. Let me distract Yang Zhen and Winter.”

"That's...okay!"

Song Feilian nodded. For the current plan, he had no other choice but to trust Ling Feng.

Moreover, since Ling Feng dared to say this, he would definitely not be unprepared. After all, even though he was arrogant, he would not be joking with his own life.

It was night, and everyone was repairing in place. Ling Feng's return undoubtedly greatly boosted morale, and he actually had to block two powerful emperors at the level of Heavenly Killer. This courage alone was enough to make people admire him. .

Ling Feng chose an open space and sat cross-legged. Tomorrow was the day of the decisive battle. Ling Feng felt more or less nervous or expecting in his heart.

Is it his fifty dragon power that is more powerful, or is it that a strong person like Winter is better?

We will fight tomorrow and see for ourselves.

"Junior Brother Ling!"

Chu Tiange walked forward quickly, circled around Ling Feng, and said with a faint smile: "Sure enough, Ji Ren has his own destiny. I have been worried about you disappearing for the past few days. Seeing that you are not a hair now No damage, I’m relieved.”

Ling Feng raised his head and glanced at Chu Tiange. Although this guy survived, he was also seriously injured. His clothes were stained with blood, and he looked quite chilling.

In fact, if it weren't for the Burning Sky Dragon Flame Essence that Ling Feng had given him before, which saved him from the brink of life and death several times, his life would have been sealed long ago.

"I've long said that this guy is very tough!"

Feng Ling looked at Ling Feng and gritted her teeth and said, "It's really unfair. You guy didn't even get a hair hurt!"

Ling Feng shook his head and smiled, then couldn't help but ask: "By the way, why didn't you see Senior Sister Yu? Wasn't she with you before?"

"She..."

Feng Ling's expression dimmed slightly, "She was separated from us the day you came back to report the news. She may still be somewhere in the hunting battlefield."

"Everyone has his own destiny."

Ling Feng sighed softly. Speaking of which, although this woman was a little annoying, she didn't have any bad intentions. It would be a pity if she really died on the hunting battlefield.

However, this woman probably had some other means of saving her life, so she might not be dead already.

…

One night passed quickly.

Early the next morning, the morning light was dim, and everyone's faces showed a look of determination more or less.

The day of decisive battle has finally arrived.

Regardless of success or failure, today, everything will end!

"Junior Brother Ling, I didn't expect that you would have to carry this heaviest burden all by yourself. I'm really ashamed!"

Song Feilian took a deep look at Ling Feng. Behind him, he was still carrying the Yueyao Tianwang Bow that Ling Feng lent him.

With his strength, coupled with three bloodthirsty soul-chasing arrows, leading a group of disciples to fight against the demon clan head-on, the chances of winning will naturally increase.

However, what really determines the success or failure of this battle is whether Ling Feng can really defeat the two top powerhouses, Winter and Yang Zhen, as he said.

"Senior Brother Song, this is not all for the war palace, but a large part of it is personal grudges!"

A cold light flashed in Ling Feng's eyes, both Yang Zhen and Winter were on his must-kill list.

Unfortunately, Yu Wenliang is already dead, and the cause of his death is not difficult to guess.

A person who eats the inside and outside, has no precise positioning of himself, and tries to gain skin from the tiger, will naturally only lead to his own destruction in the end.

"For whatever reason!"

Song Feilian patted Ling Feng's shoulder heavily and said in a deep voice: "Junior Brother Ling, take care!"

"Hey, boy Ling Feng!"

Dong Huang Xuan Yi took a deep look at Ling Feng, with extremely complicated emotions in his heart. At the beginning, he was instigated by Yu Wenliang, and his attitude towards Ling Feng was undoubtedly contempt and hostility, but now, Dong Huang Huang Xuanyi felt a sense of shame in his heart.

"Senior Brother Donghuang, do you have any other advice?" Ling Feng glanced at Donghuang Xuanyi and said calmly.

"Boy, don't die! I'm still waiting for a formal battle with you!" Donghuang Xuanyi said in a deep voice.

"Hahaha!"

Ling Feng smiled casually, "Don't worry, no one can take my life, Ling Feng!"

"Okay! Junior Brother Ling, I wish you victory in this battle!"

All the disciples of the Zhan Zhan Palace looked at Ling Feng impassionedly, and the strong confidence emanating from Ling Feng also inspired everyone.

"Wen Te and Yang Zhen will surely fall in the hands of me, Ling Feng! Fellow brothers, I hope you can win the battle, but don't lose in the hands of the demon clan!"

Ling Feng shouted loudly and with great pride.

"Never will!"

Song Feilian raised the Yueyao Tianwang Bow, looked back at everyone, and shouted loudly: "Everyone, let's go!"

"Set off!"

All the disciples were determined to win. The day before, they had lost their fighting spirit, but the return of Ling Feng's king gave them hope of victory.

"Ling Feng, everything depends on you!"

Song Feilian took a deep look at Ling Feng. On the day he entered the hunting battlefield, he would never have thought that the key figure that determined the success or failure of this time was not some heavenly killer, but the one with the weakest cultivation among all the disciples. , but he is the most restless and problematic person.

…

Half a day later, on an empty river bank, the fighting spirit of the disciples of the Temple of War seemed to be felt. The demon clan looked a little solemn.

"What happened to these human beings today? Did they take blood shots? Something seems wrong?"

A wolf demon emperor had a trace of doubt in his eyes. It stands to reason that after these few confrontations, the disciples in the Hall of War should be physically and mentally exhausted.

"The fight between trapped beasts is nothing to worry about!"

A snake demon king spit out a long letter and looked at a fox girl in white clothes in front of her.

This person is the commander of the demon clan camp this time, the great emperor of the fox clan, Ye Qingxue.

If this beautiful girl from the fox tribe were treated as a harmless little girl because of her appearance, she would probably be chewed to pieces.

"The momentum of these human races is indeed different."

Ye Qingxue stared forward with her beautiful eyes and murmured to herself: "Are they no longer afraid of Winter hiding in the dark?"