Sword King Reborn

"Senior!" Ling Feng shouted, and there was a flash of golden light behind him. With a clear cry, the air rolled away, and his eyes suddenly darkened. When Ling Feng looked again, a huge goshawk had already passed by.

After passing in front of him, "Come up!" a low voice shouted, and a dry palm stretched out from the eagle's back. Ling Feng took advantage of the situation, and a pulling force came, and his whole body was pulled onto the eagle's back.

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Although he had known for a long time that Ye Wushang's fighting spirit was a giant eagle, Lingfeng didn't expect that the eagle could carry people. Before he could express too much emotion, the giant eagle had already swept into the middle of the swamp, and the one he chopped off at this time

The snake head was already held in the arms of the sword-wielding disciple of the God of War Sect. Seeing the giant eagle suddenly attack, Wu Anrui's expression suddenly changed, "Quickly, take away the wind seed!"

The disciple who was holding the snake head was still looking at the thing in his arms with excitement. Suddenly, a figure fell in front of his eyes, "The desert is so lonely!" Ling Feng jumped off the eagle's back and landed on the surface of the swamp.

Without even pausing for a second, he launched the attack directly.

At this time, both Wu Anrui and Mu Sangtu were just starting to rush towards this side. The sky was dark, and suddenly yellow sand filled the field, followed by a tornado that shot into the sky. The disciple holding the snake's head had not yet

After reacting, the tornado flew directly in front of his eyes. With a muffled "Puch" sound, the Seven Star Sword in Ling Feng's hand penetrated the man's shoulder. After flying with the sword, the snake's head naturally fell into Ling Feng's hand.

"Done!" Ling Feng, who was wearing a mask, smiled softly and stuffed the snake's head into his arms. Then he turned around and began to run quickly towards the hillside. From cutting off the snake's head to Ling Feng snatching it away,

The whole process only took about ten seconds, and many disciples of the Martial God Sect did not realize what was going on. Only after their fellow disciples fell to the ground did they start to take action.

"Red Flame Demonic Chain!" Mu Sangtu's eyes were slightly red after being injured by the ice. He gritted his teeth and wanted to tear Ling Feng's back into pieces. The red flames bent into claw-like shapes from Mu Sangtu's anger.

From his hand, chains of flames as thick as a baby's arm appeared, like wandering spiritual snakes, rushing towards Ling Feng, whirring in the air.

Lingfeng's feet were wrapped with rich cyan gas, and it looked like he was flying on a blue cloud. He was very fast, and the chain of flames that invaded from behind was not slow, but was faster.

Faster than Ling Feng, in the blink of an eye, the scorching temperature seemed to be burning Ling Feng's back.

Ling Feng's heart was in his throat as he ran hard. Although he was not much different from Mu Sangtu in terms of fighting strength, this guy had thunder and fire. According to the difference in strength between them, once this thunder and fire got involved,

, Ling Feng will end up in ashes, so his life is all tied to Ye Wushang. Whether he can stop Mu Sangtu depends on Ye Wushang.

At this time, Wu Anrui was resisting the crazy counterattack from the disciples of the Martial God Sect. Although any of the twenty people were no match for Ye Wushang, but they were stacked together, and it was not Ye Wushang's eagerness to cut them down with swords and swords.

After several jingling moves, Ye Wushang stretched out his hand and saw Mu Sangtu, who was manipulating the fire chain to chase Ling Feng, let out a muffled groan, and his shoulders were already dyed red.

"Sure enough, it won't work." Ye Wushang sighed inwardly. His current strength is very unstable, and the only thing he can use is the fighting power that remains in the sea of ​​​​qi for a short time. The damage caused by this fighting power is far greater than that of Ye Wushang.

The original Qi Condensing Finger was inferior. If this finger had been replaced by Ye Wushang before he was injured, Mu Sangtu would have become a corpse. But now, hitting him with one finger only hurt him.

The fire chain that was about to chase Ling Feng was interrupted by Ye Wushang's Qi Condensation Finger. By the time Mu Sangtu regained control of the fire chain, Ling Feng had already disappeared into the shadowy dense forest.

There was no trace of it at all.

"Senior, let's go!" A shout came from the forest. Ye Wushang no longer wanted to fight. He shook the people around him away with his voice, but he jumped up in a flash, and the giant eagle hovering above his head crawled forward.

He rushed forward and steadily brought Ye Wushang up. With two eagle wings flaps, Ye Wushang was more than ten meters away.

Mu Sangtu, who couldn't catch up with Ling Feng, was furious. He turned his eyes, and the seven or eight fire chains flying like octopus tentacles stretched out towards the giant eagle in the sky, "Wind Escape, Hurricane Blade!"

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Wu Shang half-crouched on the back of the eagle, and a green mist suddenly floated up all over his body. The mist floated a few inches in front of him, and then turned into four vertical sticks amidst Ye Wu Shang's low shout.

The edge of the knife.

The blade was entirely composed of the power of fighting. Small wind masses moved up and down rapidly, making the blade look very dazzling. Pushing forward with both hands, the four blades rushed towards the fire chain in an indomitable manner.

There was a chaotic sound of "stabbing", and the seemingly thin wind blade unexpectedly cut through the fire chain. The chain that was flying up and down was turned into fireworks by the wind blade. In the flash of fire of Perak Kara, Ye Wushang

He didn't even enter the forest even though he was riding a giant eagle.

"Chase!" Mu Sangtu retracted the remaining half of the fire chain and shouted with a cold face. The pursuing Martial God Sect disciples hesitated for a moment and then chased into the forest where Ling Feng and Ye Wushang disappeared.

Mu Sangtu, who was supposed to follow him, went back instead. Wu Anrui, who had used the four-sided barrier to drain all his fighting power, had already retreated to the shore. "What are you doing here? Why don't you go grab the wind species?"

Come back?" Wu Anrui's face turned pale, he pressed his chest with one hand and roared ferociously.

"Senior brother, are you okay?" Mu Sangtu's eyes trembled slightly because he saw some dark red slowly oozing out from where Wu Anrui was covering his chest with his hand. "I'm okay, go and recover Feng Zhong."

Wu Anrui took a deep breath

, said sternly, Mu Sangtu did not leave, but staggered to Wu Anrui, "Aren't you going?" Wu Anrui's eyes widened, and Mu Sangtu's white and tender fingers gently opened the door.

Wu Anrui covered his chest with his hand.

I saw a hole the size of a dragon's eye on the gorgeous fighter robe. After Wu Anrui's hand was removed, blood spurted out like a stream that had escaped from the gate, "Senior brother;;;" Mu Sangtu

The whole person was stunned. He didn't expect Wu Anrui to be so seriously injured. Mu Sangtu had already become suspicious before Wu Anrui chased him. Now, when he saw that three souls were missing and seven souls were missing, he was completely shocked.

"We underestimated the two-headed viper, and his ice spike hit me." Wu Anrui smiled bitterly and shook his head. Despite being fully prepared, the accident still happened. The only thing they didn't count was that the two-headed viper as guardians

The head viper was actually able to control the strange wind, and this only flaw cost Wu Anrui his life.

No matter how talented a fighter he is, or what status he holds in the Martial God Sect, a hidden ice thorn will turn it all into a dark cloud. Although a fighter has much more magical powers than ordinary people, he has never been able to fight.

In essence, they still have not broken away from the category of human beings. If their hearts are penetrated, Wu Anrui will definitely die.

"Senior brother;;;" Mu Sangtu's lips trembled very much. Wu Anrui was half sitting on the ground weakly. Mu Sangtu knelt down and tried to cover Wu Anrui's wound with both hands in panic, but he covered it tighter and tighter.

, it seems that the more blood gushes out, in the blink of an eye, Mu Sangtu's hands, which are more beautiful than the girl, have turned into bloody hands, while Wu Anrui, on the other hand, looks like he is yelling, and everyone is watching.

He's about to die.

"Junior brother, we must chase Feng Zhong back and don't let Master down." Wu Anrui used his last strength to finish his last words, and then he leaned back directly, and his strong body hit the cold ground with a "bang"

On the Internet, Wu Anrui, a well-known rookie in the spiritual world, died on the way to treasure hunting. His wide-open eyes seemed to be asking God, why can a magical beast control the strange wind?

"Senior brother, you can't die!" Mu Sangtu tore at Wu Anrui like crazy, but people were dying, and what he saw now was just a corpse. A few seconds later, a large khaki-colored weapon appeared in front of him.

The sword slowly floated out of Wu Anrui's body. After the fighter dies, the fighting spirit will leave the body. Depending on the strength of the fighter in front of him, the time for the fighting spirit to leave is also different.

With Wu Anrui's strength, in less than half an hour, this fighting spirit, which has been condensed with his life's hard work, will disappear. By then, Wu Anrui's mark on this world will be completely gone.

"You can't die! I won't let you die!" Mu Sangtu's eyes showed a look of madness, and his hand stained with Wu Anrui's blood grabbed the khaki sword that was about to float away, with a blazing

Red energy surged out of Mu Sangtu's body like a rolling torrent, and the khaki sword began to tremble violently, and then struggled hard.

But Mu Sangtu held the hilt of the sword tightly, with a look of madness on his face. The red energy gradually covered the khaki sword, and with a flash of golden light, a fiery red feather fan floated above Mu Sangtu.

On his chest, "Senior brother, I want you to be with me forever!" Mu Sangtu's eyes seemed to be bloodshot, and the fiery red feather fan he saw was also covered in red energy.

Then on Mu Sang Tu's chest, a big sword and a feather fan overlapped like this. After a while, the two objects turned into a ball of red, waiting for the red to turn into energy and flow back to Mu Sang Tu.

After his body, a brand new fan floated in front of Mu Sangtu, followed by

What was completely different from the flaming red feather fan was that the fan bones of this fan had all turned khaki. Mu Sangtu held the fan in his hand, moved his wrist slightly, and the end of the fan fell off with a "swipe"

The sword blade, turned upside down, turned out to be Wu Anrui's fighting spirit.

The two merged into one, devouring the fighting soul, and Mu Sangtu's face returned to its pure white color. Looking at the corpse on the ground, Mu Sangtu said infatuatedly: "Even if I degenerate into a demon, I will not let you leave me.

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