Supreme Demon

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Is this going to be faster than him? !

He showed his pursuit of the wind, and as soon as the wind blew, his body bowed slightly and rushed out of the sword. At the same time, he waved the big iron ‘stick’ and made a circle in midair.

"Hey..."

A series of dense sounds of sounds rang, and dozens of swordsmanships were blocked. On the big iron ‘stick’, they formed a pit and smashed down.

"I see how long can you hide?!"

Ao Yu sneered, he has been retreating before, and he still doesn't know about Ling Feng's ‘exciting’ battle, otherwise he is afraid that he will not be so confident.

"The second style of the brakes, the swordsmanship!"

He drank coldly, stepped on three steps, and quickly 'forced' near, the two swords on the sword slammed up, and then quickly shredded, forming a pearl-like sword, covering a half-foot square, to be Ling Feng 'shoot' to kill.

"I block!"

Ling Feng proudly sneered, dancing the big iron ‘stick’, the silver treasure glowed, and the three ‘stick’ were released in the blink of an eye.

"Oh, Dangdang..."

The ‘stick’ shadow passed through the endless swordsman and pulled out a blank, and then Lingfeng flashed into it.

"I am playing!"

The next moment, he screamed, and the iron ‘stick’ that had been smashed quickly fell down. With the hurricane, the audience was exclaimed, and the speed was too fast.

"I... wipe!"

Proud Yu was first stunned, and immediately there was only panic left. He retraced backwards and greeted the sword.

"When".

Ling Feng stopped, the big iron 'stick' sunken a small piece, has been a little bent, after all, it can not be compared with the yellow-level weapons, and that Aoyu is flying out, hands tremble, arms Almost all dislocated.

He even retired five major steps, the face of the 'tidal' red, ‘chest’ mouth sighed with a breath.

"Does it hurt?"

Ling Feng asked the big ‘stick’.

"No pain!" Aoyu screamed coldly.

"kill!"

Ling Feng licked his mouth and smothered it. The chasing wind broke out at a speed that was fascinating. He left a shadow in the original place and shocked Aoyu.

How could he think that Ling Feng is so fast? !

"go"

He snorted and flashed in an instant.

But he is still too slow.

"Boom"

A 'stick' gradually enlarged in his pupil, squatting on his forehead, slap him directly, and the back of his head slammed on the ground, bulging a big blood bag, and the whole person was dizzy. ;

"Does it hurt?"

Ling Feng smiled and asked.

"No pain!"

That Aoyu licks his mouth, hurts his face and sweats, but he does not admit his teeth. He is coming to kill the wind, not to lose face.

Although, it is indeed a shame.

"boom"

Daddy, Ling Feng sneered, the big iron ‘stick’ fell off his hand, just on the foot of Ao Yu, suddenly a scream of screaming resounded.

The Aoyu face was distorted, and this scene happened too fast, and even he did not have time to react.

"The hand is slippery."

Ling Feng coughed and slammed the big iron ‘stick’ and smiled. “Is it really painful?”

"嗖"

Aoyu suddenly rushed up, and the sword slid down. The nine-way martial arts blasted in the air and exploded. So close, I thought that Lingfeng could not escape.

In fact, the same is true. Ling Feng did not dodge, but instead held a big iron bar and waved it out.

"Boom"

He shot like a power, the big iron bar only left a residual image, and the latter 'stick' will fly Aoyu out, the fierce strength, let the latter turn a few tendons, only one Planted on the battle platform.

"Give me broken!"

The next moment, Ling Feng screamed, the big iron bars and fists banged out, the silver treasures completely swayed, the Ling Feng shaped like a beast, slamming out from the sword.

"Hey..."

Like a mob, he is extremely overbearing. All the swordsmen in front of him are crushed by big iron bars and fists, and his clothes are penetrated through a hole.

"when"

Immediately, an iron rod flew straight out, and a ‘stick’ sub-turned the Aoyu to the ground. The whole person was worried, and the brain’s “door” was full of blood bags, like a head and a beak.

"Oh, Ling Feng, I am going to kill you!"

Aoyu is crazy, he is a nine-level warrior, but in front of Ling Feng, he simply can't play his strength, and is beaten by a ‘stick’ and then a ‘stick’.

Is the latter a enchanting one? !

At this moment, people are also stunned. They have never seen Lingfeng so much. They are really similar to the beasts. Even the nine-level fighters are playing, and the madness is chilling.

Is he a humanoid beast?

"Does it hurt?" Ling Feng smiled and walked to the front of Ao Yu, and smashed the big ‘stick’.

"It hurts your sister!"

Proud Yu Saizi went away, he did not dare to fight with Ling Feng, otherwise it would be completely passively beaten, the latter "skin rough 'meat' thick", unmatched.

"Boom"

However, his footsteps just moved, and Ling Feng’s ‘stick’ son slammed him on his back, and he beat him to the ground and smashed his teeth.

"I am leaving!"

Ao Yu snorted, his mouth overflowed with a blood, but he had already taken care of it. After the momentum was rolled, he climbed up and jumped up.

"duang"

However, a ‘stick’ was smashed down and directly dumped Aoyu to the ground. The nine cyclones were smashed by a ‘stick’.

Of course, the big iron rod was also bent, and it was sunken and it looked nondescript.

However, this is still violent and awesome.

"Does it hurt?" Ling Feng asked again.

"No pain"

"咚", "咚", "咚"...

So, Ao Yu stunned, lying on the ground in a soft collapse, his eyes yin yelling, vomiting blood, and finally stunned.

However, at the moment of fainting, his mouth cracked open and whispered softly.. A little pain.

Ao Yu lost!

The whole is passive, and it is full of heads, and people are chilling. Now they finally realize the style of “Iron’s legend”, even if it is a nine-level warrior.

Nowadays, what they want to know is, who can let Ling Feng use the power? !

"A bit waste..."

Ling Feng glanced at the Aoyu and shook his head silently. The latter’s combat experience was too bad to compare with Longyue and others, but it was just a ‘flower’ in the greenhouse.

"If you just rely on the power of blood 'meat', it will disappoint me."

Under the battle platform, the water in the water indifferently shook his head, and the ‘color’ of disappointment became more and more intense. He felt that there was no slight improvement in Lingfeng.

And the power of the blood 'meat' can threaten Aoyu, but it is useless to him, even if speed is not enough.

"If you meet, I hope you don't let me be too disappointed!"

After that, the water did not return.

At the beginning, he was defeated in that battle, but this also stabbed him, causing him to work harder and step into a big realm. Now he wants to defeat Ling Feng, but he does not want Ling Feng to be too weak.

He wants to defeat him in the strongest state of Ling Feng. This is a kind of conceit and a strong conceit!

"Disappointed?"

Ling Feng quietly looked at the water, and the corner of his mouth smirked. If he met, he hoped that the water should not be forced to force him to do it.

The first round of the promotion war continued until the evening and ended.

On the third day, there were many people in the Lingyuan. Many people were wounded to watch the battle. The surrounding hills were full of people, and even the elders of the Lingwu Academy and the elders of Moling war came.

Soon, a round of 'pumping' signing, people's expressions are also weird, some people 'excited' moving, because 'sucking' to a small number of disciples, and some people are lamenting, they met Lingyuan, Ling 'door' genius reads;

Even Ling Qing’s little face is dimmed. Her opponent is a disciple of the Lingyuan, which is a master of the martial arts.

"Growing water..."

Ling Feng looked at the bamboo stick in his hand and engraved a name on it.

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