Sword King Reborn

It is said that it is a coma, but it is not at all, because Ling Feng is just dizzy, but he has not completely lost consciousness. He is in a gray space, just like the one he saw when he was reborn. This space

It was very broad, and Ling Feng was wandering aimlessly like a drifting soul. Gradually, he seemed to see a shadow. The shadow was round and had a black shadow behind it. Instinctively, Ling Feng felt that the dark shadow was

Ying had a very friendly aura, and he wanted to get close to him, but after several attempts, he seemed to be blown back by the wind.

Ling Feng was trying hard to move towards the black figure, when suddenly Ling Xueer's concerned voice sounded in his ears, "Brother, wake up~!" With a "swipe", the gray space disappeared instantly, and Ling Feng also woke up.

He came over and opened his eyes to see that everyone in the hall was looking at him with strange expressions.

"What's wrong?" Ling Feng asked quietly. Ling Xue'er had a dark face and complained: "I asked you to condense the fighting spirit. Why are you still asleep? You fall asleep when you fall asleep. What are you talking about in your sleep?"

What? What did I talk about in my sleep?" Ling Feng asked quickly. "I don't know what you are thinking about." Ling Xueer said angrily.

"Ah?" Ling Feng was completely confused. He didn't know what this dream talk meant. "Ling Feng, there is still some time. Do you want to condense again?" The black-robed priest walked up to the siblings and asked Ling Feng.

He was no stranger to the wind, and being able to produce fighting power after baptism was enough to make the black-robed priest pay attention to him.

"Condensate again?" Ling Feng glanced at Ling Xue'er and found that she had a sapphire staff in her hand. The staff was crystal clear and very beautiful. "Sister, is this your fighting spirit?" Ling Feng

He asked in surprise that this fighting spirit was actually a real thing.

"Yeah." Ling Xueer nodded excitedly and condensed the staff, which meant that she would become one of the very few magic practitioners on the mainland, so she was very happy. "Ling Feng?" the black-robed priest

With a slightly unhappy look on her face, she stood in front of him, but he actually pretended not to see her.

"Um, of course, my brother accidentally fell asleep just now." Ling Xueer hurriedly rushed back, Ling Feng also bowed his head to apologize, the officiant's face softened a little, and he said softly: "Then let's start." "Yes.

." Ling Feng nodded, and recalled the Dharma in his memory with some anxiety. If he came to the gray space of that article again, he would probably fall asleep again.

But this time, Ling Feng was obviously not unconscious, because as soon as he closed his eyes, his sight went to the inside of his body, where a light group was slowly condensing. After a while, the light group was the size of a volleyball, and Ling Feng followed the method to capture the light group.

The light ball condensed by the power of the team fight was released outside the body, and he couldn't wait to open his eyes. Ling Feng wanted to see what his fighting spirit was.

"Holy shit!" A series of exclamations came from the surroundings. Even the black-robed officiant opened his eyes wide and felt extremely incredible when looking at the thing in front of him. "How can it be an incense burner?" Ling Xueer only thought.

It was like being struck by lightning. Looking at the fist-sized black incense burner, I felt that there was no hope left.

The fighting spirit is extremely important to a fighter. The formation of the fighting spirit determines whether the fighter will be a strong man fighting on the front line or a supporter in the rear. However, there are some people who have extremely bad luck.

They finally entered the ranks of fighters, but the condensed fighting spirits were useless things, such as hoes, shovels, hammers, etc., and no one had ever seen them condensed into useless things, such as hoes, shovels, hammers, etc.

From the incense burner.

In addition to offering incense and offering sacrifices, what else can an incense burner be used for? "Hahahahaha~!" Unbridled laughter rang out, and Ling Xueer looked towards the place where the laughter came from angrily. The laughing person

It was none other than Tang Yong, who had made trouble before.

Tang Yong held a thick-backed longan knife in his hand. The blade was four feet long and one palm wide. It was extremely sturdy when he held it in his hand. When he saw Ling Xueer staring at him, Tang Yong did not hide it at all.

Laughing loudly, "I heard that Condensed Clover is already of the highest quality. I didn't expect that there would be an incense burner. Mr. Ling, you really surprised me."

Tang Yong has successfully condensed the fighting spirit, which is the thick-backed longan sword. This means that he will be a main weapon type fighting spirit practitioner. He has already stepped into the threshold of the strong, so he can ridicule without restraint.

Ling Feng is different from the others present. They sigh, are surprised, laugh, or feel sorry for themselves like Ling Xueer, but Ling Feng himself is not like that. Ling Feng's face is gradually overflowing with ecstasy. This incense burner is in the presence of others.

It seems so unbearable, but in Ling Feng's eyes, even if he had to trade the whole world for this incense burner, he wouldn't trade it;!

"Nine Dragon Cauldron~!" These three words flashed in Ling Feng's mind. Ever since he summoned the heretic demon, he thought that he would never have any contact with the Nine Dragon Cauldron general again, but he never expected that the magic he had condensed

The fighting spirit turned out to be the Nine Dragon Cauldron. The dark cauldron body, the six circling ferocious dragon patterns, and the aura coming from the cauldron were all exactly the same as the super ancient artifact that sucked in the ten immortals.

The black-robed priest originally had an expression of pity, but as he kept staring at Ling Feng, his expression gradually changed. He was very surprised, how could a person show such ecstatic expression after seeing such a useless fighting spirit?

Expression comes.

Ling Feng reached out and made a move, and the Nine Dragon Cauldron fell into his hands. The tentacles were warm and the surface was hard and rough. Everything was exactly the same as before. Ling Feng even couldn't wait to inject his true energy into it, and then looked at the Nine Dragon Cauldron.

Is his ability still the same as before? However, what happened around him made it impossible for him to complete it.

"Tang Yong, you are looking for death!" Ling Xue'er's face instantly became extremely cold, the sapphire staff was shrouded in purple light, Ling Xue'er shouted loudly, and a split second appeared on the staff.

Purple lightning as thick as his index finger was surrounded by lightning and electric light, and thunderclaps sounded. Tang Yong hurriedly drew the knife to protect his body. The thick blade of the knife "popped" and emitted an earthy yellow light. The electric light was actually suppressed. For a moment,

After that, a circle of yellow light waves burst out from the blade, directly dispersing the purple lightning.

Ling Xueer hurriedly activated the blue jade staff again. Although casting spells through the staff was powerful, it required a long preparation time. Tang Yong shouted, and the thick longan knife drew an air blade, earthy yellow.

The air blade was only half a meter wide, but it hit Ling Xue'er at an extremely fast speed. Ling Xue'er's eyes shot out two cold lights, and she continued to activate the blue jade staff. Tang Yong seemed to have already figured this out.

, with a sinister expression on his face, waiting for Ling Xueer to be hit by his own sword energy.

With a "dang" sound, everyone only heard a loud noise, and then a scene that shocked everyone appeared. A young man with a thin body but resolute eyes stood in front of Ling Xueer. The young man held a stick in his hand.

The metal legs and feet, if you look closely, they actually belong to a cauldron incense burner.

"Let me go, this incense burner can still be used like this?" The young man who was watching the excitement couldn't help but exclaimed. The one who blocked the air blade was Ling Feng. At this time, he was holding one foot of the Nine Dragon Cauldron with one hand, changing.

The Nine Dragon Cauldron, which was more than one meter tall, was held in his hand like a huge hammer.

When Tang Yong took advantage of the air blade to harass Ling Xue'er, the person had quietly come closer. He was slightly surprised, but Tang Yong still gritted his teeth and jumped up. The thick-backed sword whizzed and chopped off Ling Xue's head.

, Ling Feng glanced at him indifferently, waved his hand effortlessly, and the huge tripod body directly hit Tang Yong who jumped down from the air.

The swords and cauldrons collided, and there was another roar. Tang Yong flew backwards and hit a stone pillar in the hall. Blood spat out like it was free of charge.

, and the longan knife in his hand became extremely dim, the light flashed a few times, and turned into a ray of yellow light that penetrated into Tang Yong's chest.

"Oh my God~! He actually used that incense burner to disperse Tang Yong's fighting spirit." Many people were surprised that a seemingly useless incense burner had such powerful power. Tang Yong's main weapon type Longyan Knife

It was actually scattered. If Tang Yong wanted to summon him again, it would take a lot of effort.

Tang Yong was knocked down with a look of disbelief. Ling Xueer over there also stopped activating the blue jade staff and looked at Ling Feng in surprise. Although Tang Yong was very flamboyant and arrogant, his own fighting ability was very impressive.

, even if Ling Xueer fought with him head-on, the outcome would be half or half, but now Ling Feng was carrying an incense burner and knocked him down. Ling Xue'er couldn't even imagine how strong Ling Feng's fighting power was.

situation.

The black-robed priest's face turned slightly pale, and he was shocked: "What a powerful force." These boys who had just obtained the fighting spirit couldn't see clearly, but the black-robed priest could see clearly that the young man named Ling Feng did not use Dou Zhi at all.

Instead of relying on his own strength, he knocked away Tang Yong, who had reached the tenth level of peak fighting strength. What is the concept of pure strength? The black-robed priest felt that his heart was beating extremely fast. It was so powerful.

The young man must tell the chief priest immediately.

Tang Yong struggled to get up. He never expected that he would be knocked down by the loser he had always looked down on. The more he couldn't figure it out, the more he didn't believe it. He gave Ling Feng a cold look and said,

Yong gritted his teeth and said, "Just wait for me."

Ling Feng raised his eyebrows, a trace of anger flashed in his heart, but he whispered: "Next time you dare to provoke me, I will make you regret coming to this world!" As he said that, Ling Feng raised the cauldron in his hand and fiercely

A powerful blow hit the ground, and the thick granite floor instantly tore apart, with a one-meter-square deep pit in the middle. All the teenagers were silent and hurriedly retreated to the side. Lingfeng wanted to kill Tang Yong, but it was just a hint.

Regarding the arm thing, it's just that he doesn't think it's necessary. For a young man of this age, it's enough to scare him. If he still doesn't know what's interesting, then he will definitely regret it.

Ling Xue'er jumped over with excitement on her face. Compared to the fear of others, she wanted to laugh out loud and patted Ling Feng on the shoulder. Ling Xue was extremely proud: "This move is not bad.

, but Dad will probably lose money."

Seeing this scene, Tang Yong had already turned pale with fright. Coupled with Ling Feng's menacing eyes, he was used to being arrogant and pampered. He had never seen such a battle. He was afraid that Ling Feng would really kill him if he got angry, and Tang Yong rolled around.

He crawled out and ran out. The screams kept coming. Ling Feng had a scornful smile on his lips, and then he raised the cauldron. He concluded that Tang Yong would not provoke him again after being so frightened by him.

He was just a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, so how could he fight with himself? Looking back at Ling Xueer, Ling Feng smiled and said, "Sister, we should go home."

"Okay." Ling Xue'er responded, raising her head high, and suddenly thought of something, she hurriedly lowered her head and turned back, sticking out her tongue at the pale-faced host in black robe, Ling Xue'er softened

She said in a loud voice: "My lord, please don't blame me. My father will pay for the loss in this palace. I'm really sorry." After saying that, she pulled Ling Feng and flew out, leaving behind the stunned black robe.

The host and a bunch of terrified peers.