Supreme Demon

The fourth hundred and sixty-three chapters of ancient Wu Kun

In front of the mountain wall.

A gaze of light fell on Ling Feng, full of expectations, like a child, seeing the same food, shining, so Ling Feng could not bear to say the words against them.

But this thing is impossible to deceive the past, Ling Feng can only helplessly frank.

"What?" Yunxi eyes dark, full of temptation on the face, full of disappointment, just like the food was taken away, so Ling Feng is very shy, you do not look at me with that kind of look it is good?

"This is the secret of the counter-killing of the temple?" Liu Shushu sighed with the big eyes of the water, still asking unwillingly. "Would you still swear and talk to the Lord of God?"

"Crap, if I don't say that, I will die long ago." Ling Feng grinned.

"What do you do now?" The arrogant bird is also speechless. This guy has been wandering for a long time in the reverse of the temple, and he got a useless lightning bolt.

"Purple wind, what do you think?" Ling Feng shook his head, can only ask for help from the purple wind, his experience is still too little, seeing some problems are too superficial, but the purple wind is different, it is the character of the old man.

"You try to use the broken blade to touch the mountain wall." The purple wind is also unpredictable. Ling Feng is branded by lightning. He knows, Ling Feng and its "communication", he also heard, can not remind It is also true that the lightning bolt is imprinted.

"Do you use the word 'touch'?" Ling Feng almost bite his tongue, and the wall is so unpredictable. When a stone is shot, it causes such a riot. If it is not the double stone, he is estimated to have been killed.

He even dared to be sure that the anti-God and the geniuses of the major forces must have come here and discovered the secrets of the mountain wall, but finally?

I am afraid that they are standing in a place where they will bury a bone of a genius?

Not everyone can resist such violent murders, that is, with Ling Feng's physique, they are almost broken, and the speed is even faster, and dodge is a delusion.

With the previous "experience", Ling Feng was still full of fear for the mountain wall, and he could not hold back a few times.

"Otherwise, do you have a better way?" The purple wind smiled.

"Well... I think if you take a broken blade and try it?" Ling Feng said in a tone of discussion, the purple wind is very special, can be refining the body, even if it is broken, it is seriously injured, big deal. Can come back again.

"..." The purple wind is speechless, his face is black, and he directly chooses silence.

"The purple wind predecessors, have you seen the big winds and waves? Are you still stubbornly alive? You have eaten more salt than I have ever eaten. You have crossed more bridges than I have traveled. "Ling Feng said with a good temptation.

"..."

"Purple wind predecessors, in front of such a big deal, do you have the heart to watch me as a junior to take risks?" Ling Feng said pitifully.

"Tend your heart."

After that, the purple wind will not talk anymore, let this pit baby go to hell.

Although he can hide in the devouring beads, but the ancient Wu can definitely pass the damage, he suspects that the devouring bead is the thing of the ancient warrior, otherwise, why the power of the emperor, the aura of the body, and the spiritual mind Can't refine?

There is only one small life. He doesn't want Ling Feng to be an unstoppable Xiaoqiang.

"..."

Ling Feng’s face was bitter, and then turned to look at the proud birds, Yunxi, and Liu Shushu. “There is only one way to do it now, that is, holding a broken blade, can you try to trigger that ancient word response? This is also the only hope."

"And then?" asked the arrogant bird.

"I have been seriously injured, you are all in your eyes, so..."

"Whizzing……"

Ling Feng’s voice has not yet fallen, and the proud bird has already rushed out, and Liu Shushu and Yunxi are not slow, just start running, avoiding Ling Feng from far away, letting them play, let them take With a broken blade to fight the ancient Wu, this is purely looking for death, this kind of thing is of course a metamorphosis can be done, and Ling Feng is undoubtedly the best candidate.

"..."

Ling Feng opened his mouth and couldn't say anything. He felt hurt inside and the world was full of malice. These guys were too ignorant, at least waiting for him to finish talking.

"Ling Feng, you have to cheer." Liu Shushu said to Ling Feng in the distance.

Ling Feng licked his mouth and felt a knife in his chest. Can't you see that I have been seriously injured? Is there any sympathy, can you come over and let me cheer you up?

Of course, at this time, he has no choice, but before that, he still has to adjust himself to the peak state.

After an hour, Ling Feng climbed up from the ground, and the momentum rushed up, forming a gorgeous flame, all rushed to the double stone, and it was also held in the arms by Ling Feng, this is his life-saving card, even the mountain There are ghosts on the wall, and they come down to kill. He also has confidence to stop it.

Then, when Dan Tian moved, the broken blade was sacrificed by him. The flames and lightning were entangled in it. In the Lingfeng Nirvana, the broken blade was constantly tumbling in the flame, and the dark material on it fell. It reveals a bright shine.

At this moment, it was held in the hands of Ling Feng, revealing the breath of the sacred soldiers. Obviously, the second heavy weapon was uncovered, and the momentum that erupted was more horrible than the holy soldiers. Above, it is a strange lightning, at first glance it looks a bit bleak, but if you look carefully, it is very different.

Lightning branding!

Ling Feng spit out a sullen gas, and the complex complexly flew toward the wall of the mountain. Then, he held the broken blade to the "wu" word, and the double stone in front of him suddenly appeared. He is ready to defend at any time.

However, the imaginary horror scene did not appear, the mountain wall still has no waves in the old well, and the "wu" word did not spread out a little bit of movement, which makes the Lingfeng very strange, but also a headache.

"It still doesn't work." Yunxi and Liu Shushu are very disappointed. They are still looking forward to it. Even if Lingfeng can't push the lightning brand, at least when the two are in contact, a little change can happen. From inside, they can judge some. Things, but now they are helpless.

"Dangdang..."

Ling Feng gently tapped the mountain wall, letting the lightning bolt on the broken blade be combined with the big "wu" of the cloak, but there is still no slight reaction.

"This is the ancient ban, and I want to use the power of ancient martial arts to open it." The purple wind hesitated and said one.

"What about the power of ancient Wu?"

Ling Feng stunned and secretly nodded. He had always neglected it before. The genius who had previously reversed God failed. Therefore, he rejected the ancient martial arts from the congenital, but he forgot that the failure of the anti-God may be another reason. Perhaps, They did not get the brand of lightning, but they could not do it with only the power of ancient weapons.

"Then try it." Ling Feng said with a bite, it seems that today can't hide.

"Guwu!"

He held a broken blade, his heart was calm, and the heaven and man united in an instant, and he was full of murderousness. Then he all rushed to the broken blade, making it as lightning-like.

"Oh!", Lingfeng's blade smashed to the word "wu", and it was the ninth kill of the nine-day kill. The tyrannical force blasted with the fire of Nirvana and lightning, in the sky, He is like a burning fire man.

"Well, Ling Feng can't think of suicide." The proud bird snorted.

The swordsmanship and murderousness, the turbulence of the surrounding vegetation, are clearly presented in the heart of Lingfeng. He also displayed it to feel the word "wu", but he was bounced back by a tyrannical force.

People are like a blade, and the blade is awesome!

At this moment, Ling Feng was in a wild mess, and the treasure was solemn, and the momentum reached its utmost. Under the embellishment of lightning, flame, spiritual power and physical aura, he was a little **** of war.

Yunxi and Liu Shushu are blurred. This teenager always gives the impression of a pit baby, cynicism, but once he fights, he is full of taste, overbearing, fierce, condescending, people start to ignore his age.

"when!"

A blade to kill, the momentum of the sky, Ling Feng only feels the broken blade in the hand, suddenly sinking, the momentum of the nine days of killing is smashed, and in the word "wu", it is used for the power of horror In one fell swoop, he turned over and his arms were broken.

thump!

He fell to the wasteland, his face was dusty, his chest and ribs were broken, and the red blood was coming out, which made the faces of Yunxi and Liu Shushu all ugly.

"Ling Feng!" They anxiously wanted to rush over, but they were stopped by Ling Feng.

"You don't come over."

His eyes are extraordinarily fierce, reflecting different radiances, but also a bit relieved. When the broken blade and the "wu" smashed, he did feel the flash of the flash of the flash, and also clearly felt the word "wu" It was a little bit recessed inside, although it was very subtle, but it was captured by him.

However, it is not a stone-like depression, but a sponge. When this happens, there is only one possibility. The word "wu" is only a kind of force, and there should be another inside the mountain wall.

Ancient martial arts!

"Heaven and man are still a little bit worse, and the power is even worse." Ling Feng wiped the blood of his mouth, just because he shakes the old word, he will not be countered, and all this is because it is hidden. The lightning bolt inside the blade, now it is certain that the lightning is related to ancient Wu.

"Do your best, I only have one chance!" Ling Feng is very persistent. Since he has discovered the clue, he can only fight all his strength. If he can't open the ancient Wu, then he can only wait for death, so Said that he only had one chance.

"Whether it happens, we must stick to it." Ling Feng looked at the direction of Yunxi and Liu Shushu, and then headed back to the mountain wall. In the process, he burned seven dantians. Burning and bathing on him is such a decisive and full of wild hegemony.