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However, at the moment he turned around, Lin Feng lightly raised the Fengtong sword in his hand and made a very simple slashing action.

"One sword."

Lin Feng spoke plainly.

When this sword was swung, the violent wind of the whole world suddenly stagnated.

While the crowd of people in the state of watching the battle, their pupils shrank together.

"What is that?! This is impossible!"

The eyes of the cultivator of Youyou Tianmingjiao clan went round in an instant.

In the middle of the sky, the fierce violent wind flood dragon that originally charged forward was abruptly stopped by an invisible force. Not only that, the wind flood dragon still twisted its body on the spot, looking painful. extremely.

"what happened?"

The face of the monk of the Zhengyi League who displayed this sword move changed drastically, and the scene in front of him was beyond his imagination.

He flustered with the flying sword in his hand, trying to control the dragon to continue charging.

However, in the next moment, he realized that the connection between himself and the high-grade magic weapon Feijian in his hand was cut off!

Just when he looked dazed, Jiaolong gave the answer he wanted.

The wind is colorless and invisible.

Only when this monk has attached the vitality can he see its shape.

But at this moment, the flood dragon formed by the condensation of the sword wind was forcibly split from the center and divided into two halves.

"This... this..."

The red fox of Puppet Sect's eyes rounded, so it didn't fall from the stone.

As the Young Master of the Puppet Sect, his vision is so high, and there are countless young talents who are willing to associate with Yan Xuan Da 6th.

Red Fox happened to have a friend who was a genius in swordsmanship. He was only more than 500 years old and had reached the peak of the fit period. Before he came, he was preparing for the work of crossing the catastrophe.

However, it is impossible for a kendo genius like his friend, who is known as Yan Xuan Da 6 to do this!

The red fox doesn't know how to use swords, but he knows some knowledge about swords very well.

In his cognition, even if the condensed sword moves were broken up, there would not be such a strange situation in front of him.

He could clearly see the wind that was cut off by the waist, and after being penetrated by this sword, the dragon hadn't dissipated immediately.

What kind of swordsmanship does this require? He had clearly seen before that the speed of the sword from swing to completion was not fast, and it could even be said to be a bit slow.

"Why on earth?"

The red fox was completely messed up.

He couldn't believe that a monk in the transformation stage would have such terrifying sword skills.

But the scene that appeared before him could not help him not believe it.

Huhuhu.

Finally, with a gust of wind blowing, the dragons formed by the sword wind finally slowly dispersed.

Lin Feng held the Fengtong sword in one hand and looked down at the cultivator of Zhengyi League condescendingly, and said lightly: "Say, you can't."

Under Lin Feng's gaze, the monk of Zhengyi League felt in a daze. There seemed to be countless subtle sword auras in his gaze, which made his eyes hurt. When he couldn't help but lower his head, he realized that his actions were wrong. , Gritted his teeth, raised his head and said bitterly: "I don't believe it!"

Having said that, he would continue to play the sword again.

But before the flying sword in his hand was raised, he saw Lin Feng gently lift the Fengtong sword in his hand. The tip of the sword pointed directly at the monk, his sleeves robe went without wind, and his mouth lightly opened: "Broken. "

Stabbed!

A sword gas suddenly penetrated through the void.

The speed was very fast, and the monk who was almost there had just reacted, and he had already arrived in front of the monk.

A crisp voice rang, followed by the monk's screams.

Everyone looked at it, but they all gasped.

I saw that the tiger's mouth of the cultivator of the Zhengyi League had cracked open, and the blood was flowing down his wrist, his expression was terrifying, and the shocking power of this sword aura made him endure tremendous pain.

And the most shocking thing was the flying sword that this monk had previously held.

Now, there was only one hilt left, and the brilliant blade had long since disappeared.

"Junior Brother!"

The two members of Zhengyi League quickly reacted, one stared guardingly in midair, while the other rushed to check the severity of his injuries.

However, after the investigation, the middle-aged monk's expression was completely gloomy, and he raised his head and said coldly, "Your Excellency's methods are so cruel."

"How is his injury?"

Seeing the middle-aged man's face so ugly, the Zhengyi League monk who monitored Lin Feng asked in a deep voice.

"All the bones of the arm were broken, and the bones were inside...almost completely shattered into scum. Even if you recover, it will have a great impact on your own strength."

The middle-aged man said with suppressed anger.

Indeed, even if there is a pill for the dead.

But how easy is this pill to refine? Moreover, bones can be regarded as a key part of supporting the human body. Naturally, they are the best original products. If they are completely broken, even if they can be repaired, the bones will no longer look like before.

It can be said that this sword of Lin Feng destroyed the foundation of the monk's arm in disguise.

"What? So cruel??"

Hearing that the monk of the Zhengyi League also changed a lot, and then looked bitterly into the air.

"Don't you want to kill me? Save face for your leader?"

Lin Feng's expression remained unchanged.

He never said he was a kind-hearted person.

If the enemy had the intent to kill him, then Lin Feng would not be merciless when he started his hand!

After a pause ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Lin Feng then said faintly: "I'll be honest, your strength is not enough, the difference is too much."

"Extremely arrogant!"

The two intact cultivators from Zhengyi League roared, and rushed towards Lin Feng.

It is their strongest killer when they do it.

The strength of the two is the ninth level of the fit period, which is the peak of the fit period.

Counting it down, it can be regarded as the strongest combat power Lin Feng has faced.

But now, Lin Feng didn't feel that these two men could pose too much threat to himself.

"Potential energy position, open!"

With a low shout, an invisible sword energy centered on Lin Feng, suddenly spreading around.

At this moment, everyone watching the battle below felt that Lin Feng seemed different at this time.

The vitality surging in his body showed that Lin Feng was still a monk in the late stage of transformation.

But this kind of power is far from what a cultivator of the Transcendental Stage can compare!

The two Zhengyi League cultivators also realized this, but their anger had already made them lose their minds, and roared into Lin Feng's potential position.

This position of potential energy is equivalent to Lin Feng's own domain, and within the domain, Lin Feng is the master!

In the air, messy Jian Qi was everywhere.

Large tracts of space cracks emerged from mid-air, and a crowd of people below were waiting for eyelids to jump wildly.

They have also tried before, and with their strongest attack they can also destroy the space here.

But it is still impossible to be like Lin Feng, who can break open space with a single sword.

(End of this chapter)

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