Supreme Demon

C_t; "Scream!"

The Qingpeng bird struggled fiercely. After a short period of time, it quickly flew up. Every feather was stretched up, struggling with struggling, and wanted to smash the wind. (advertising)-.79xs.-

However, how could Ling Feng make it as desired, every 'hair' hole in his body exudes silver, tightly grasping the neck of the Qingpeng bird, and the feet are embedded in the wings, letting the Qingpeng bird struggle He is clinging to death.

At this moment, the Qingpeng bird was furious and angry, and it was a martial-class monster. There was a **** Dapeng lineage in the body. There was already a sense of wisdom. How could it be willing to submit to a weak warrior?

It has always been a collection of warriors, and it has never suffered in the hands of the military. It is mainly because it has the ability to fly. Even if you see a master of Wuling, you can’t help it.

Be aware that it has the ability to leapfrog.

The warrior even surprised it, but it was only a nine-level warrior. How could it be hard to fight it, and it was so fast that even it suffered a big loss.

"Scream!"

It quickly flew up and slammed toward a piece of rock. The body leaned and the wings rubbed against the rocks, and they wanted to blow the wind.

"Humph!"

Ling Feng snorted, and the whole person was buried in the wings of the Qingpeng bird. Both hands forced the neck of the Qingpeng bird, causing every blood vessel on the skull of the latter to bulge. Blood 'color' lychee.

It was black in front of him and almost planted it.

"Death, or surrender!"

Ling Feng sounds calm, with a chill!

This is what he thought before, Qingpeng bird talent is very strong, and when the golden wing of Dapeng in its body rises, it is likely to grow into Jinpeng, the fighting power is extremely horrible, even in many monsters, it can be Called the king.

Therefore, what he wants is not to kill, but to conquer!

"Scream!"

The Qingpeng bird struggled and rushed into a jungle. The wing was like a blade. The old tree that was held by one person was opened. The idea was good. I wanted to use the lychee to blow the wind.

However, Ling Feng was completely fearless. He was a silver treasure. Litchi did not hurt him at all. He was all shaken by him.

His hands were so hard that the Qingpeng bird screamed, and the voice changed, and the hoarseness was ugly, but the Qingpeng bird was even more angry.

"Scream!"

The next moment, it rushed out and flew straight to the sky, the cold wind whistling, dozens of breaths in the past, Ling Feng looked down, only saw a piece of Qing 'Mongo', the old tree is like a blue 'color' Like ants, white clouds pass by. [Miant Candy Novels www.Mianhuatang.com I want to read almost all the books, more stable than the average station is updated, fast, full text without ads. ]

"call"

At this moment, the Qingpeng bird suddenly turned over and fell straight down to the bottom. The speed was getting faster and faster, and the wings were closed. It was to kill Lingfeng.

"Oh, don't surrender, you have to die!"

Ling Feng's face 'color' is cold, a anger is born, his hands are like pliers, and the neck of the Qingpeng bird is licking. The blood begins to seep out. He is ready. Once he reaches the ground, he relies on it. The power of the treasure, the Qingpeng bird is pulled under the body.

"嗡"

Daddy, when approaching the ground three feet, the Qingpeng bird wings show, a hurricane picked up from under it, slammed, so that Lingfeng feet are 'pumped out'.

However, his hands are still holding the neck of the Qingpeng bird, and the giant force has fallen down with the Qingpeng bird.

"嗖"

In the next moment, Ling Feng’s body moved, and a terrible force broke out between his hands. He suddenly smashed the Qingpeng bird, and he himself took the opportunity to recoil and stepped on the head of the Qingpeng bird. on.

"Dead, or surrender!"

He is cold.

The nine-way golden 'color' storm rushed out, forming a dragon knives, pressed against the neck of the Qingpeng bird. At the same time, his eyebrows moved, and the golden 'color' sword flew out and floated in the latter. The eyebrows.

At this moment, his eyes were deep and deep, and Wu Sheng’s eyes, which had not been seen for a long time, gradually emerged.

Through the dust and sand that rushed, Ling Feng used the real strength. Whether it was the golden ‘color’ storm and the ‘fine’ sacred mind, as long as the Qingpeng bird dared to resist, he would kill in an instant.

"Xiao"

The Qingpeng bird broke off with one wing, and it hurts to get cold sweat. The most terrible thing is that the pain comes from the eyebrows. The little sword makes the soul tremble, tremble, and swear.

At this moment, it understood that the latter was so powerful that it did not doubt that the warrior would be slaughtered.

It was not reconciled before, and did not want to surrender to a weak person, but now it is relieved, such a powerful military is worthy of surrender.

"Xiao"

It screamed, the tight body softened, his eyes softened, and it smashed, and the result was that it surrendered.

"Hey, I will leave a trace of 'fine' in your soul, don't resist, or kill you!"

Ling Feng cold drink a channel.

Immediately, the gold ‘color’ little sword flew out of the golden light, and instantly fell into the soul of the Qingpeng bird. The golden glow, it stopped at the center and did not dissipate.

This is a way of using the ‘precision’ mind, and it is very effective for accepting the monster.

Of course, this is also based on the "trust" of each other. If the Qingpeng bird struggles fiercely, it will also break with the golden ‘color’ mind.

Obviously, the Qingpeng bird did not resist, and it did not want to die.

What's more, the golden ‘color’ power is like a bright light. It exists for a long time, and it can converge its sense of “disorder”, and it is likely that it will rise to the ‘fine’ mind.

When the wind moved away from the foot, the Qingpeng bird was already docile, like a child, and the fart was followed by Ling Feng.

Although it was conquered, it will be unimaginable.

"Go."

Ling Feng is very happy, there is such a Qingpeng bird, he will be in the martial arts level in the future, even if he met Wu Ling, he was not so shocked.

Can't beat, you can fly!

"Qingpeng, is there any special place in this martial-level wasteland?"

After a short walk, Ling Feng turned to ask the Qingpeng bird.

At the beginning, he discovered Jinxuanshi in the martial arts-level wasteland. When he was flashed, he thought that there might be great adventures in some special places.

"Scream, hehe."

The Qingpeng bird was a glimpse, and immediately thought for a moment. Then, it stretched out the feathers, which made the wind and the wind blow away.

It waved its wings and stroked, but the wind did not move.

"A terrible place?"

In the Qingpeng bird for a long time, Ling Feng gradually "understood" the latter's expression.

However, to his surprise, the Qingpeng bird pointed out a place, and the bottom of the eye still slid out the fear of the **** 'color', the effect is that even it does not dare to go deep.

There is a horrible atmosphere that makes people feel cold.

This made Ling Feng very curious, he turned and walked in the direction of the Qing Peng bird.

Soon after, he met several disciples of Lingwu College, all of whom were older teenagers. Being a martial artist was very talented. Ling Feng smeared his face and asked him.

"That is the martial arts forbidden!"

A teenager with a black skull on his face was heavy and nodded.

"Kids, there are a lot of martial artists who have died in the past few years. You can only walk here, it is good, but don't be stupid."

A woman with a sweet face is knocking on the head of Ling Feng.

This sister is a disciple of the Lingyuan. It is not a family of four families. It is a solitary family. It is a solitary rainy moon. People are as famous as their name. The beauty is like a moon, which makes the feeling of Lingfeng greatly increased.

“Thank you for being alone.”

Ling Feng smiled slightly, full of dirty face, shining.

Next, he asked some things about the forbidden land of the martial arts, and the solitary sister was also very fond of this young teacher from the "door", so there was no reservation for Ling Feng.

"The martial arts forbidden land is a large mountain range filled with bones that have existed for a long time."

"There is a breath of "hairy" bones, and the border of the forbidden land is fine, but once you get deeper into it, you can never come back."

"It is said that there are powerful weapons, lonely martial arts, and graves of powerful warriors, but for many years, many people have entered and they are already dead."

"And, the elders and dean of our Lingwu Academy have also gone in, but it is almost like seeing a ghost, and dare not go deep."

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Lonely rainy month said a lot, God 'color' is also more serious, bitterly persuaded Ling Feng, don't be stupid.

"Enn"

Ling Feng is like a small ‘chicken’ glutinous rice, generally nodding, smiles shy, expression is harmless to humans and animals.

In fact, he is very tempted, even the Emperor Wu does not dare to go deep, I can imagine that there must be something shocking inside, although his strength is still very weak, but when he is strong, he will naturally go in.

Moreover, he also got a bad news, that is, the wasteland used to be a battlefield, and the martial arts banned the land, it should be a place where a powerful warrior fought, and many people died. To this day, the mysterious spirit is like a knife. Chaos and horror.

"This place is not that simple!"

Ling Feng frowned, and then in the persuasion of the solitary rainy month, he nodded and left the martial arts-level wasteland.

Ling Feng first stepped out of the martial arts-level wasteland, and then sneaked in and sneaked in with the distant Qingpeng bird, and then escaping toward the martial arts.

The green hills are green and the vegetation is not luxuriant. Some old trees are intertwined. Four or five people can be so thick and the branches are cut off. So far, they have not grown.

A canyon was broken down and fell on the ground, forming a scene of broken walls.

The sacred air of the day, such as the scraping steel knife, is very cold, that is, the military can not absorb, once the battle, the martial arts cyclone and martial arts airflow in Dantian will only be less and less.

Here is the martial arts forbidden land!

"Xiao!" Qingpeng bird uneasily screamed, it felt that in the forbidden land of the martial arts, there is a powerful enchanting, overlooking all directions, making it chilling.

"Slightly safe!"

Ling Feng gently patted the Qingpeng bird and meditated for a while, then he walked toward the martial arts forbidden.

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