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"Bullying this disciple, do you want to leave?"

Lin Feng looked calmly and looked at Bai Zhen and others.

The short fat elder sneered: "You still want to leave us not? I am a mountain sword repair, one person and one sword, you have to become a residue."

Lin Feng was not angry at the words, smiled slightly, his right hand was flat and forward, and his fingers were open.

The surging purple gas suddenly burst out in the right hand of Lin Feng, and Bai Zhen and other swords were covered.

"Good courage!" Bai Zhen and others screamed and screamed out to break the purple air of Lin Feng.

But the purple gas constitutes an independent space that completely separates them from the real world outside.

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In the far side of the sky, a purple sun is slowly rising, sprinkling a purple sun, falling on the body, and even warm temperatures.

Bai really screamed and turned around and looked for a companion, only to find that everyone else who was already around disappeared, and the whole world seemed to be left alone.

Not only is it true, all of the Shushan sword repairs have found themselves alone, trapped in a completely unknown purple world.

In the external real world, whether it is Yang Tonghui and the people of Tongtian Jianzong behind him, or the children of Yu Jia led by Wan Feng, they all looked at Lin Feng with a shocked look.

Lin Feng calmly stands in the void, under his body, is a purple air mass in the shape of a square, square and square, buckled on the ground, trapping the people in the mountains.

Inside the purple cube, it is divided into small independent spaces, each with a Shushan sword repair.

Although it is seen from the outside to the inside, Yang Tonghui, Yu Wanfeng and others can also see. Each independent small space is a small world that exists alone, with mountains and rivers in the space, and clear breeze.

"From the heavens and the earth, biochemicals... Who is this person, can you cast such a supernatural power?" Yu Wanfeng was amazed, and Lin Feng’s magical technique did not show how amazing mana.

But he is in control of the mysteries of space. And the understanding of the beginning of creation, the creation of all things, Yu Wanfeng, this old-fashioned Yuan Ying monk is also self-satisfied.

Yang Tonghui stared at Lin Feng, and also fell into meditation: "The Lord of Xuanmen, Lin Feng...? It seems to be a spoiled power. It has been hidden for a long time. Recently, I was quietly thinking, ready to open a mountain, leaving The incense is inherited."

Lin Feng looked at the independent space world constructed by Ziqi, and his heart nodded secretly: "Sure enough, this spell requires me to advance to the middle of Jindan, and then truly create perfection."

In the small world of the world, Lin Feng enlightened the fourth spell from the Eight Diagrams of the Eight Heavens. Separate the space with its own mana, and make a living from heaven and earth.

In this world, Lin Feng is the master.

If the enemy is not taken in, it will be trapped by the small worlds.

The Yuanshen Daniel and some of the powerful magical Yuan Ying blame can escape the capture of the world of the heavens, or even be trapped into the world. Can also quickly break free.

But such a skill is obviously not owned by a few people.

Soon, they found something more frightening to them.

"How can my realm of mana be suppressed to the level of the base period?" The short-haired elder suddenly exclaimed and found the changes in his body.

In Lin Feng's small world of the world, he was conquered and rebuilt into a realm, all of which were restricted to the base period.

The pudgy elders are stunned by time, and suddenly the light and shadow flash in the world. A silhouette has also entered the world.

A child who was only about ten years old, dressed in a purple dress, slid his arms and smiled at him. It’s just a little bit.

Lin Feng’s voice rang in the purple space world, and it’s soaring everywhere.

"The cultivation of this seat is an identity, and you generally see it. It seems that you are bullying, but you must be taught if you bully this disciple."

"When you do things in this seat, you will say that you are fair. You have only four enemies, and you have been repaired by the Golden Dan period to bully your disciples. Is it very happy?"

"Now you are all repairing the foundation period. Let’s fight again. See if you are sharp in the mountains, or my mysterious way."

The chunky elders trembled with anger: "You dare to humiliate me..."

Waiting for him to finish, the wind in front of him, the little bit has already arrived, smiled and said: "Dwarf melon, where is your attention?"

Wolverines escaped from the small and not a punch, the short-haired elders were angry and turned red: "This kid has a demon tiger with a golden dragon peak, how can I play?"

Xiaoxiao said with a smile: "You are afraid of this, rest assured, since you are also building the foundation strength, I will not use the tiger's gold plate."

He smiled and looked at the chunky elders: "You still have to be afraid, I will let you shoot first."

The short stature elders, their faces have been maddened by red, but the heart that has been lifted has been laid down.

"How is the same repair, my mountain is the world's first kendo holy place, the old man half-birth training sword, far better than your side door left!" The short elders thought of this, a scream: "Dise!"

The long sword at the waist is squirted out of the sheath, turning into a raging ice-cold sword light, straight to the small.

The sword is dazzling, the cold mantle flashes, and even every light it emits is an invincible sword.

Shaoshan Shaoshang swords!

The short-skinned elders looked at the length of the sword, but the heart was extremely bitter: "The sword light that has been painstakingly cultivated into a 'ten chill', but now it has only one 'small cold', what is Lin Feng? ?"

No matter how stagnation is in the heart, the pudgy elders are still cheering up, urging the Shaoshang swordsmanship to be small.

Xiaoxiao did not smile, his hands were up, and the force of the overbearing wind and thunder continued to flow, turning into a vortex of two **** composed entirely of wind and thunder, and fell towards the opponent's less merchant sword.

The short-haired elder face changed instantly. If you don’t want to use this infinite wind thunder spell, even if he is still in the Golden Dan period, he should be careful.

Nowadays, the realm of mana is suppressed by Lin Feng to the base period, and it is not a small opponent.

It’s too pit!

This is the only thought in the heart of the short-haired elders.

Obviously, it is only the mid-term cultivation of the foundation, why can it create an attack that threatens the Jindan period monks?

The Shaoshang swordsman is really overbearing and sharp, but there is only one level of cold power at the moment. In the face of the infinite wind and thunder that is pushed to the extreme, it seems to be sharp, but only **** wide and a few thick swords. Head-on collision with a big hammer of tens of tons!

The sword is indeed a peerless sword, and can even cut the edge of the big hammer.

But this can't change the huge gap between it and the sledgehammer. The final result is already doomed, and the sword will be directly broken into a broken hammer!

Outside the purple world, Yang Tonghui and Yu Wanfeng saw this scene, and they all looked blank.

At this time, I looked at Lin Feng again, and my eyes became obviously dignified.

The world of self-sufficiency can easily suppress the mana of the enemy in the small world, but it is not the end of the pressure, but the precise control in the late peak of the foundation, only one step away from the knot.

This kind of control shows that Lin Feng has almost absolute control over the independent small world he created.

Such a supernatural power, unless it is much higher than Lin Feng, if you are trapped in a small world, it is difficult to have room for resistance.

The problem is that they can't see through the realm of Lin Feng.

The more unknown, the more terrifying it is.

Yu Wanfeng stared closely at the shaggy elders in the small world, and Lushan was one of the three holy places. The preaching method is definitely the top of the land of China.

Shaoshangjian is also one of the six-sword swords of Lushan's signature Shentong. It is also known for its power and arrogance.

It is reasonable to say that as a sword repairer who is good at killing and killing, the fighting power of the short and fat elders should be few rivals among the same-level monks.

At least, Yu Wanfeng asked himself, if he and his wife are both the ancestors of the Lushan ancestors who were originally cultivated in Yuan Ying, then he would most likely fall into the wind. This is still the case when he cultivated the true water of Xuan Mian and its strength far exceeds his peers.

But this is the case, this short fat elder has not lost his hand to the small hand.

Even if he is suppressed and cultivated as a mana, he is also the foundation of the foundation, and the small point is now only the middle of the foundation!

The gap, just think about it, makes Yu Wanfeng feel cold in the heart.

At this moment, he looked at Lin Feng again. He couldn’t help but feel more heavy. He turned and glared at the red robe youth who complained to himself.

The young man in the red robe was staring at Lin Feng, and his mind was in chaos. When he noticed the gaze of Wan Feng, he suddenly poured down the ice water in June, and almost fell to the ground.

Yu Wanfeng looked at Lin Feng, and his heart was tangled. He had two words in his heart, but he finally changed his mind: "Misunder a game, bother."

With a wave of hand, the ice blue clouds rolled up a group of children and red monks, and went away instantly.

Lin Feng smiled at the bottom of his heart: "Very good, waiting for the auction, there is another actor, but it is sent to the door and cried and wants to play this big show."

He didn't look at his heart, and he thought: "It's almost the same."

Sure enough, Yang Tonghui looked at the swordsmen of the Lushan Mountain in the small world of the world. After a moment of indulgence, he arched his hand toward Lin Feng: "Lin... the lord, they don’t know how to offend, they should be disciplined, but... I I think they should also be taught, and they will look back."

He paused and rolled out a porcelain bottle and said, "This is the seven-passed Tiandan. The right is to be a shock to the disciples. Please ask Lin Zongzhu to raise your hand and let them go."

Lin Feng said: "I know that you will come out to be a good person, waiting for you, that is, you don't speak, I still can't bear these good actors."