Galaxy Shattering Blade

The road of mystery, the penetration of light!

"This is the primary meaning of primary light." Lin Feng's face tightened, and the brain had an unbearable pressure for the first time. Even the soul of talent in the sixth stage is difficult to simulate the penetration of light. Fifty meters long and five meters wide, the mysterious road has been completely covered.

Little by little, it turns into endless fragments.

Some of them are coincident, some of them are repeated in half and half, and there are many tiny blurs of extreme fragments. The number of debris is more than six times higher than the path of the illusion of light, but the complexity is more than doubled.

Time is tight.

Seven days outside, seventy days in the Golden Chamber, but it passed away in a blink of an eye.

It is directly obliterated.

"If you have the Holy Spirit of Light, you will be able to master it!" Lin Feng thought.

Once again walking on the road of Austrian intention, I feel every inch of the mystery of light, deeply into the heart. The reason why the glorious Austrian idea can be comprehended in just three days is because of the mastery of the sword technique, he can simulate the Austrian idea in his mind, even if it is not complete.

But this time, it didn't work.

"penetrate."

"Penetration of light!"

"A pure attack, like direct light, returns to the original..."

Lin Feng had sweat in his palm.

Fists clenched, calmly calming down the mood: "Can't think too much, don't care about the final time limit, if you can understand, you can understand, you can't understand..."

"Also comprehend!" Lin Feng was determined and persistent.

倏地——

Zheng! In the hands of the Nine Nether Thunder Knife, Lin Feng's double pupils shine brightly.

"Chi!" Jiu You Thunder Knife crossed the clear arc, and the blade was as bright as light. Lin Feng deeply felt the mood of the knife, and the hand holding the handle was not only tight. For him, the knife and the body are already integrated. When the heart moved, he immediately began to practice the knife.

"Attack Austrian intention!"

"Since there is no simulation in my mind. Then..."

"Just use a knife to perceive."

Lin Feng, confidence is still there.

Even in desperation, even to the last second of death. He will not give up.

People will win the sky!

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Ancient China.

A brilliant victory!

Defending the enemy beyond the border, Li Jiesheng's name resounded through the ancient Chinese kingdom after Lin Feng. Reinventing the Philadelphia King of Fighters, killing eight of the Neptunian-level strongmen in the m country and the two Neptunian sacrifices in the ancient kingdom of Babylon with their own strength, showing their strength.

Six-sword Excalibur, Ling Bo micro-step, Li Jiesheng is like a gust of wind, sometimes brisk, sometimes violent.

…

"We Huaxia is the strongest!"

"That's right. Master Lin Feng didn't have to shoot. Master Li Jiesheng alone, he beat the m country like the dog of the bereavement, and fled in embarrassment!"

"Oh, I thought how powerful it was."

...

Laughter, leaping, and resounded everywhere.

Click!

The screen was turned off, the command headquarters was silent, and the strong men looked calm.

"Xiao Li, can you win the commander of the nuclear bomb?" Zhou Zhengsheng voice was calm. The eyes of Bai Jie, Zi Yushu, Lan Feipeng and others all came to look. Just look forward to it. Everyone in the room knew clearly that things were going to end, Lin Feng disappeared-it had been more than ten days.

Li Jiesheng shook his head: "The heart of s-grade uranium is my nemesis."

Everyone sighed with disappointment.

Although Zhou Zhengyi guessed the result early, he frowned. He is well aware of Li Jiesheng’s strengths. As one of the famous names of the Chinese Gemini, he and Zikui are good at small-scale evasion and avoidance, and the other is known at absolute speed; while the nuclear commander’s s-class uranium heart is a large-scale attack. .

The title of a nuclear bomb is not a sham.

In the eyes of Li Jiesheng flashed: "Pope Lyon. The real strength is only inferior to that of the true Wu Emperor, but the talented soul attack is special. It is just the nemesis of the nuclear bomb commander, but it is still defeated." Li Jiesheng said: "It can be imagined Know. How strong is the commander of the nuclear bomb."

"Can it be comparable to Master Zhenwu?" Lan Feipeng was a little unbelievable.

Li Jiesheng nodded.

Everyone was in an uproar.

"It's even more than that." Li Jiesheng's voice made the whole headquarters fall into the ice cave.

…

Sacred Pyramid.

The wind and sand were deserted, blowing a frantic wind.

"Haha! Hahaha! ~" Pharaoh Tutan wore a crown, hectic scepter in hand, and laughed. Standing in the heart of the pagoda in the Khufu pyramid, the pyramid code was opened, and the golden token with the lion head engraved was picked up with pride.

"I am a heir!"

"I am the only winner!"

"Dare to fight with my Tutan, you all go to hell!"

...

The dark face showed greed.

The scepter in the hand is shining with endless light, reflecting the jewel in the crown, and Tutanmeng feels as if he is standing on top of the world. He could already imagine what would happen in the future, and he became the sole inheritor. His strength soared rapidly, and he will soon dominate the world.

"The future is an ancient country of Egypt and a world of pharaohs!"

"Everyone will become a slave!"

Tutan's eyes glowed with radiance.

However, holding the inheritance token in hand, nothing changed, there was no sound to complete any task in the ear, not even a prompt.

Tutan was stunned.

Suddenly looked at the inheritance token, revealing the color of doubt.

Yeah?

It is exactly the same as the inheritance token recorded in the classics, but why did it not respond?

Suddenly, a cold voice came from Tutanmon's mind. The excitement and joy turned into shock, and the moment was even dumbfounded, frightened, shortness of breath, Tutanmeng's eyes widened and trembling: "How could this be impossible... "

"Someone triggered the assessment task for direct promotion. I have to wait sixty-eight hours!?"

His lips were dry, Tutan was furious, and he vomited blood violently.

In itself, he was already injured.

"Too hateful!"

Tutan grinned his teeth and twisted his face.

However, he can only accept and wait for the final fate sentence.

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Time passes slowly.

In the ancient country of China, while intensively preparing for war, evacuating elite talents and riding on the Martian immigrant spacecraft. On the other hand, although Country M lost the first battle, the really elite and strong are all adjusting, recuperating and regaining their strength, waiting for the command of the nuclear bomb commander, they will directly take the ancient country of China.

In the Pacific Ocean, the whereabouts of the high-level monster are erratic, and countless destruction-level monsters are eager to move again.

Sixty-eight hours is very long.

Pharaoh Tutanmeng waited restlessly~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It is getting closer and closer to the end of the time limit, every second is suffering, every second is looking forward to, this moment is like a side to Tutanmeng In hell, on one side in heaven.

His destiny is in the hands of others.

Lin Feng!

Tick, tick~

Every second turns into ten seconds, flowing in the golden chamber.

"Chi!" "Chi!" Lin Feng's knife, unyielding with his obsession, waved into a demon, and the connection established between the man and the knife was extremely solidified, derived from the hand, and sublimated from the wish. I practiced the sword for thirty consecutive days and felt it with the sword for thirty consecutive days. At this moment, Lin Feng was at a distance from the bottleneck...

Has been getting better.

Constantly, touching the line, once, once, again, until—

"Boom!" Broken with a knife.

…(To be continued)