Galaxy Shattering Blade Chapter 426: Iron plate

Heimang, it's coming very quickly, very strange.

The appearance of a sneak attack is unexpected. Especially the poppies, the audience touted the complacent, self-confidence swelled violently, did not take Lin Feng's eyes at all. In his opinion-here is his territory.

How could anyone think of someone daring to attack him!

However, after all, Pop Luo is a ninth-order strongman in the cyclone period, and his strength is indeed good, which is better than Lan Yu killed by Lin Feng that day. The thallium sword in his hand reacted subconsciously, blocking the black mang, when the sound was clear and resounding, everyone was quiet for a moment.

Boo! call out!

Almost instantly, the second and third black awns appeared, the face of the poppy changed, the thallium sword in his hand was too late to change, and his body turned slightly, avoiding it just right. But the emergence of the fourth, fifth and sixth road of Hemong suddenly made Pan Luo Cang panicked and confused.

Third grade, thirsty holy spirit!

It’s too late to release, and the poppies retreat subconsciously, almost marginally narrowly conceding, but...

Chi! scold! scold!

The last three black awns can no longer avoid it.

"Pap!" "Pap!" Two black awns fell straight on the ankles of Poppy Luo, staggering together, two of them suddenly felt pain in blood, and the poppy Luo Peng fell directly from the jump, the ninth black awn Swish across his handsome face, leaving a mark.

"Hi!~" Everyone's eyes widened and they took a breath.

Pan Luogang, who lost his balance and fell to the ground, propped up his body. The tenth black awn appeared ghostly in front of him. Pop Luo Luo opened his eyes wide and saw the appearance of the black mang, growing bigger and bigger--

Pap! Stopped in an instant.

The poppy’s legs were trembling, and his forehead was cold and sweaty. Everyone around was shocked and looked away. In the distance, a young man in black crystal armor came slowly. Although he was only single, the strength of the force completely overwhelmed everyone.

The face. It is a bit strange to everyone.

But for Liang Ping, they exist like demons, with a pale complexion and fear: "It's him, it's him!!!"

Preparing disciples, Lin Feng!

Everyone enters Evil Wind Hall. The preparatory disciples registered in the roster are just a process, and no one will pay attention at all. Only Lin Feng, on the first day of entering the Xiefengtang, has gained a reputation. Everyone knows.

"You guys, are you here again?" Lin Feng looked at Liang Ping, who seemed to see a demon. The staggered company fled to the poppies.

"Damn it!" Poppy Luo Qingjin was exposed, and Jun's face was flushed.

For a moment of negligence, Lin Feng seized the opportunity and lost all his face. Pop Luo roared: "What are you waiting for. Give me up!" There was a violent jump, and Pop Luo was still half handsome and angry. The seven formal disciples next to him finally reacted, and immediately took the sword out of the sheath and fetched Lin Feng straight away.

Boom! boom! Bang!

The battle is about to happen.

The seventh- and eighth-level strongmen of the seven cyclone periods, the sword technique is refined, and each holds the holy qi and mystery.

Three of the eighth-rank strong. The strength is comparable to that of Lan Yu, and the soul of the earth is locked by the nail of the lock soul. Lin Feng, whose strength can't be played, is like an overwhelming advantage. around. A pair of eyes glared, and the preparatory disciples were shocked by the situation in front of them, but it was Lin Feng's strength and momentum, far exceeding their expectations.

In the face of the eight official disciples, even Lin Luo, Lin Feng turned out to be like the strong, and he was overwhelmingly strong as soon as he appeared!

And now—

"Zheng!" Jiuyou Thunder Knife unsheathed.

Slam! Lin Feng clenched the handle of his knife tightly, his eyes bright and shining brightly, and his feelings had floated in his heart for a long time.

After the Soul of the Earth was locked, he failed to fight with a sword. At this time, it was like a dragon going out to sea, and the power that had been suppressed for a long time was finally erupted. Suddenly the thunderlight roared, the dark sacred gas surged out of the body, and the seal of the Nine Nether Thunder Knife was untied.

"Netherworld Holy Spirit!" Lin Feng's arrogance skyrocketed.

With the black crystal armor outside the body, the light shines, and the divine energy is like a wild horse galloping off, no limit.

Earth's soul, fierce firepower!

Although the Rising Sun Shop and his party failed to purchase the Holy Spirit cultivation decision, Lin Feng and the branch president Lu Yu built a bridge. The most important thing is that Lu Yu is a strong fetal week. Although it is only a fetal week, it is one level higher than the Qiyun period, just like the devil's primary landlord.

With his strength, he wants to shatter the soul lock--

It's easy.

Not to mention his identity, even if he doesn’t take action, there are many ways to help Lin Feng break the lock of the soul. Compared with the trade of "Relentless Spectrum", this is just a trifle of sesame and green beans. It is simple for Lu Yu. However, it is better to get closer to Lin Feng. Why not do it?

But for Lin Feng, it's a big deal.

Fighting power is now full!

"Eighth Strike, Thunder and Slay True Dragon!" Induces the thunder and lightning ball, divided into two, two into four, four into eight, Lin Feng turned into an attack, the overlord's fighting force broke out, and the valley was cut meaning. On the same day, with his talented soul combat power, he can kill Lan Yu in seconds, and now the combat power of the strongest sword is unmatched, and it is destroyed!

Boom! ! !

"Come on!" Lin Feng's eyes widened.

The blood of war is rising in the chest, but it is a battle that has not been painstakingly for a long time.

At the moment, I feel comfortable!

...

Boom! boom! boom!

The thunder is roaring, the ghost image behind Lin Feng is terrifying, and the Nine Nether Thunder Knife explodes in its hand with super-strong combat power. The one-step Purple Thunder Knife method shows its prestige on Nemeus. Lin Feng has not erupted into a titanium body, and his physical qualities are not inferior to these formal disciples.

Fight against them, kill the chicken with a knife!

"Thallenge Holy Spirit!" Poppy Luo gritted his teeth, and his strongest strength also broke out.

Countless tornadoes roared. The golden masterpiece, like a golden mad dragon, struck violently in the wind of the sword. The attack strength was unparalleled. The sword skill of the seventh realm was dazzling, enough to prepare the people. The disciple's eyes shined, and he was attracted by this violent and extreme knife.

But...

Boom! ! !

Purple and black thunder, instantly awakened everyone.

Thunderlight thunderbolt, a thunder dragon roared, and directly destroyed the mad dragon gathered by the golden light. The majestic darkness, like the palms of the nether world, controls the tyrannical power, so that the poppies are blind, their faces are pale, the attack is completely destroyed, and the defense is in an instant——

Broken~IndoMTL.com~Boom! "Nine Nine Thunder Knife roared down.

Lin Feng, unstoppable.

...

The Eight Figures fell to the ground.

Especially the head of the poppy, the abnormal look at the moment, a pair of eye pupils has no pride and no gloss. Blood stains remained on the corners of the mouth, looking at Lin Feng with horror, as if looking at a monster, the thallium gold sword was broken in two, and the poppy's body was trembling.

Prepare disciples!

How could this be a preparatory disciple!

At this moment Poppy Luo already understands, this time—

He kicked the iron plate.

"Also, continue to learn?" Lin Feng held the knife with one hand, looking at Pop Luo.

…(to be continued)