Urban Super Cultivation

"Ha... Pug? What's that? Huh, kid, you're so stiff when you die."

The monk in black was taken aback by Lin Feng's words. Although he didn't know the specific meaning of pugs, he still knew about dogs, and he immediately became angry.

"I really don't believe you dare to kill me."

Lin Feng folded his arms around his chest and looked at the black-clothed monk with a jealous expression: "Your master meant you want you to take me back, right? Kill me? It's up to you?"

With an almost contemptuous attitude, a black-clothed monk gave birth to two Buddhas and ascended to heaven.

He knew it now, and the person in front of him knew Situ Shaofeng's intention to appoint him for a long time, and even knew that he had been following behind.

Think about it, too, Situ Shaofeng is only in the Nascent Soul stage, and when he uses his spiritual sense to transmit his voice under his eyelids in the transformation stage, the possibility of being intercepted is still relatively high.

Of course, the monk in black had never thought that from the beginning of discovering himself to knowing his every move along the way, what Lin Feng relied on was not this so-called spiritual sound transmission, but on his own strength.

"Boy, if you know, why go to such a remote place."

The black monk was not too stupid, and soon thought of the key point.

In the early stage of transforming the gods, facing the situation of the later stage of transforming the gods, they didn't run to places with many people.

If Lin Feng came to live in the most prosperous restaurant within the Dinghai Gang's sphere of influence, even if the black-clothed monk had the ability, he would have to give up this tracking, and I believe Situ Shaofeng would have no choice but to take Lin Feng.

But right now, the shameless young man in front of him did not seem to be flustered.

"You don't have to worry about it, don't you want to catch me? Don't stand in place like a tortoise and dare not go up. You are in the late stage of the transformation, and I am only in the early stage of the transformation.

Lin Feng continued to persuade him.

"Wow boy, I really don't dare to take your life directly, but it's okay to make you suffer."

The black-clothed monk was completely angry, he would not even think about what Lin Feng had no fear for, even if he thought about it, he wouldn't think it was because Lin Feng was stronger than him!

With a low shout, the black-clothed cultivator offered determination. Above the flying sword, the sharp sword aura rippled in all directions, and then flew over Lin Feng's arm like lightning.

If it is swept by the sword qi, let alone the early stage of the transformation, even the arms of the later stage of the incarnation will be completely abolished.

A cruel smile appeared on the face of the black monk: "Aren't you crazy? Go crazy again."

However, in the next second, the smile on the black monk's face stiffened.

Lin Feng in front of him reacted in just a few moments, and Lin Feng's reaction was not to avoid the flying sword's attack, but to move his body just to move his heart position to the point where the flying sword was about to hit. position.

In other words, if this flying sword really hits, Lin Feng will undoubtedly die.

"Madman! You are a madman!"

The black-clothed monk was terrified, and at the moment of his death, he forcibly stopped the flying sword flying out in the air.

The so-called bow without turning back the arrow.

The powerful ending of this attack caused the black-clothed monk to suffer from the backlash of vitality, and only felt that a powerful force tore open the meridians and slammed into the dantian.

The black-clothed monk's face instantly turned red, and after forcibly enduring it several times, he did not bleed.

"Hey? Why didn't you stab? Come and we continue."

Lin Feng said with a smile.

"You...huh, I won't be fooled this time."

The black-clothed monk once again controlled the flying sword to attack. This time he learned how to do it. He no longer used thorns, but cut like a machete.

However, the black monk discovered that this time Lin Feng would stretch out his neck whenever the flying sword was about to attack him.

The black-clothed monk only felt extremely aggrieved, thinking that he had been in the cultivation world for nearly a thousand years. In the end, this was the most aggrieved battle he had ever fought.

The opponent's death-bearing style of play, the black-clothed cultivator would be very satisfied when he changed it to normal.

But the problem is, this Lin Feng, Situ Shaofeng gave the order to kill, absolutely can't kill!

This made the black monk's egg hurt, and he was struggling to fight.

"I am so angry! I don't need flying swords anymore, let's see how you die this time!"

The black-clothed monk finally couldn't help it, and took the Feijian back directly, immediately waving his fists, mobilizing the vitality in his dantian to cover his fist, and rushed towards Lin Feng.

He no longer remembers how many years he hadn't used hand-to-hand combat, and it seemed that after having his own flying sword, he never used it again.

Therefore, in Lin Feng's eyes, this shot was full of flaws. In addition to the vitality surging in his body, other places were not even as good as the military physical boxing he had learned during military training.

"Now, this is what you said you don't need flying swords, no wonder I, you don't need it, I use it."

Lin Feng chuckled. Just as the black-clothed monk approached, Fengtong's sword suddenly appeared, like a stream of light in the sky, and the sharp, frost-like sword body clearly reflected a dazzling light on the faces of the two of them. .

"not good!"

The black-clothed monk was too late to react~www.wuxiaspot.com~puff.

The flying sword penetrated the black-clothed monk's wrist without any hindrance, and cut his hand vigorously. Then, before the black-clothed swordsman could react, Lin Feng controlled the flying sword. The monk's tendons and hamstrings have all been broken.

The severe pain struck, the black-clothed monk subconsciously wanted to use his spiritual sense to sacrifice the flying sword to resist, but felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, and the next moment he lost consciousness.

"Enough playing, since you want to kill me, you must be prepared to be killed."

Lin Feng stretched out and said to himself.

In the late stage of transformation, it was only the seventh level of transformation, Lin Feng really didn't care about it.

Don't say it was him, even his sons who took out any one were much better than the black monk.

Before, it seemed that Lin Feng was planning to look for death and use his own body to meet the flying sword, but in fact, how could Lin Feng make fun of his life when he was not sure?

With Lin Feng's current strength, as long as he lays down his defenses, with this flying sword, which is only a low-grade magic weapon, cannot break the defense at all!

Looking at the black-clothed man in a coma, Lin Feng rolled his eyes, but he casually sacrificed the heart of the earth and a lot of materials, sitting on the ground and fiddling with him.

Not long after, Lin Feng refined a magic weapon in the shape of a rope. Under Lin Feng's careful refinement, the rank of this magic weapon is definitely the most advanced existence among high-grade magic weapons. The main function is to cultivate Bound up,

And in the process of refining, Lin Feng also added some condiments. Once bound, his dantian would be temporarily sealed off, and all his vitality could not be used.

Used to tie people, it is really suitable.

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