Galaxy Shattering Blade

Familiar armor, familiar sword-shaped mark.

For Xiaoxiang Sword School, Lin Feng's memory is clear, but since he came to Nie Xing, Xiaoxiang Sword School has been entangled with him. Rather than being the Lanyue clan on that day, it was better to say that Lan Yu was blaming him, including Lan Yinjian, all swordsmen of the Xiaoxiang sword faction.

Dozens of people are looming, and now is coming.

"It's him!" Lin Feng looked at the Xiaoxiang Sword School, one of whom was quite familiar with the face. It was the woman who had stopped herself at the gate before. But this time it was not him who led the way, but a middle-aged man in Jianyi and Qingpao. Jianmei was proud and imposing.

"Fetal week." Lin Feng flashed across the light.

Looking towards the end of the Xiaoxiang sword faction team, Lin Feng's heart sank at once, and his back was cold.

All familiar faces are here.

At the edge of Xiaoxiang Lake that day, more than one disciple of the cyclone period who had fought with himself once came. Lan Yu, Lan Peng Peng, and Lan Yinjian are dead, and only those few disciples of Xiaoxiang Jianpai who can perceive their breath at the moment.

Trouble, big.

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"Today is my grand ceremony of the evil wind hall. I don't know why you are here?" Sect Master Xiefeng was unhappy.

It’s hard to swallow anybody else.

But the Xiaoxiang Sword School is after all the tyrant of the Changyang Mountain City. The Sect Master of the Evil Wind can't offend it too much, including Lu Qing, the sword of the same youth, and one of the 13 swords of Xiaoxiang, whose strength is not inferior to him.

"It's okay, I just want to pay tribute to the windward ceremony of your school." Lu Qing lied and didn't blush. He said haha ​​to the evil wind lord: "The lord doesn't need to bother us. I will continue the ceremony. I promise not to affect it."

With that, Lu Qing raised his hands gently.

Behind all the disciples received the signal. Scattered one by one and walked toward the outermost part of the crowd, breathing out and began to look for it.

"Qing Tongjian, will you go a little too far!" Sovereign Evil Wind suppresses his anger.

As a suzerain. With all the disciples present, Qing Tong Jian Lu Qing did so, as if he had nothing to see.

"Sect Master's remarks are too heavy." Lu Qingpi smiled slowly and slowly, saying, delaying time: "This school and Xiefengtang always respect each other as friendly and friendly. How come it is too much? Just Lu is curious and expensive Pai's windward ceremony, so I came to visit."

...

Lip battle.

Lin Feng's heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

Right now he is in a dilemma and is in a dilemma. Looking at the Xiaoxiang Jianpai disciples, looking for a breath. I knew that today's things are difficult, and the only hope is that the evil wind lord, can drive the Xiaoxiang sword to send everyone down the mountain, but now it seems...

impossible.

The other party did not care about the evil wind lord.

But it is also true that the Xiaoxiang Sword School is the third sword of Dongningzhou, ranking No. 153 on the 33rd Continent, and has branches in more than ten nearby cities. It is Changyang Mountain City. In comparison, the Xiefengtang, which ranks a thousand, is not worth mentioning at all.

"Once discovered, Xiefengtang cannot protect me, nor will it protect me." Lin Feng knew very well.

Even if you become a new style disciple, no matter how high your potential is, Xiefengtang will not offend the Xiaoxiang Sword School for yourself. Lin Feng quickly swept around, and dozens of disciples of the Xiaoxiang Sword School had scattered to find it, and the Qingyi swordsman dragged the evil wind master. There was one sentence without a word.

Just like in the slave farm, in the magic capital Wiener.

at the moment. I can only rely on myself!

escape!

There is no second way to go.

But before running away, there is something that must be done. Otherwise, if you can't get rid of the chasing soldiers at all, if you attract a stronger swordsman from the Xiaoxiang sword faction, you will definitely die.

"tread!"

Lin Feng leapt from the competition ring.

At this time, the disciples of Xiaoxiang Sword sent their disciples to search from the outermost circle. The central ring in the circular position was not noticed. In fact, only Lin Feng and Wang Hui were on the competition stage. After the figure flashed, Lin Feng went directly to the lord of the evil wind.

"Huh?" The angry sect Master looked a little surprised.

It is not clear why the East Evil Guardian is beside him. As for Qing Tongjian, Lu Qing, he did not recognize Lin Feng at all, with a surprised look. It was a bit behind him, and had a close relationship with Lin Feng. His eyes flickered, quite surprised.

"Lin Feng, you..." Dongxie Guardian just started.

The land was interrupted by Lin Feng directly, and said: "Sect Master, Feng Feng, a disciple of fresh wind, there is an unsolicited invitation."

Evil Wind Sect Master frowned slightly: "Say!"

Lin Feng looked indifferent, turned halfway, and looked at Qingtong sword Lu Qing, fell on Bo Cui, and his eyes were full of war: "Xiaoxiang sword faction is too deceiving and open to provocation. The younger generation is willing to challenge this Xiaoxiang sword faction disciple. Compete!"

Zheng!

Lin Feng's Nine You Thunder Knife came out of her sheath, her eyes cold.

Fighting!

"Challenge me!?" Bo Cui stunned, sneered in a smirk, his eyes full of disdain: "It's up to you?" Lin Feng's strength was clear to him. When he stopped at the city gate that day, the intensity of his breath was only five cyclones. Level.

With the strength of the ninth order in his Qiyun period, he wants to kill Lin Feng...

Effortlessly.

"Oh?" Qing Tong Jian Lu Qing was also stumped.

Looking back at Bau Chui, the latter's eyes signaled that Lu Qing couldn't help but smile, he couldn't help but delay some time: "Since Xiefeng Tang has such an elegant, Bau Chui, you will give pointers to this little brother, just don't know the evil wind Hall..." Lu Qing's eyes turned to the Sect Master Evil Wind, and he smiled with a finger.

"I agree." Sect Master Xiefeng looked cold.

In this case, he couldn't refuse anymore, because it was already difficult to ride a tiger.

"Good, good!" Qingtong sword Lu Qing laughed.

Bauhui also smiled sternly. The green scabbard lay like a poisonous snake, and she pulled out her sword directly: "Come on, I will let you attack." , Full of confidence.

Just right!

Lin Feng's double pupil flashed.

Jiu You Lei Dao made a sonorous sound, Lin Feng clenched the handle of the knife and felt a force from the heart, rushing out like a tiger. This time I knew very well that I had cut off all the back roads. The disciples of the Xiaoxiang sword faction were searching for the periphery now, and they would soon feel his presence—

Must hurry!

It’s good for Iron Meteor~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It’s good for Wang Hui, not all of his own strength, but now...

Can't keep it anymore.

"Titanium grade body, fifth weight!" Lin Feng directly started the power of titanium element.

The body flashes titanium-level light, one after another, and high-tech crystals form dense lines, which form on the outside of the skin. There are more layers of silver bright awns, illusory crystalline armor, the body is under great pressure, and the physique is instantly strengthened ten times.

"Drink!" Lin Feng's strength broke out.

For the present self, this can no longer bear the pain.

oppression! power!

Lin Feng's breath keeps getting stronger.

At this time, a pair of eyes around him looked up, his mouth wide open and his eyes dumbfounded.

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(The first one is sent first~) (Unfinished to be continued)