Peerless Martial God Chapter 352: False

crowd looks up, looks at Lin Feng in the void, and bathes in a golden flame.

"It seems that we are all underestimating Lin Feng."

Whispering in crowd, Lin Feng can blow Qióng bìluò to retreats with one punch, and make him all ignited. The strength is extraordinary, stronger than they thought.

Many of them thought that Lin Feng was not Qióng bìluò's opponent at all, but they were all wrong. Maybe this would be a close battle.

But the more so, the more excited crowd is, and seeing such a battle is a dream.

"That's right, at least it won't be too boring. If you're too weak, it's boring." The gloom on Qióng bìluò's face dissipated, and he looked at Lin Feng with a sneer, as if excited.

The feeling is that the stronger the Lin Feng, the more he can raise interest. He hopes that Lin Feng will be stronger.

"False."

Lin Feng saw the disguised laugh and made a sarcastic sound. With the character of Qióng bìluò, he should hope to destroy himself directly in order to show his strength and pride, and to satisfy his vanity. Now Qióng bìluò says so It is just hypocritical to try to hide his wolf.

"I'll make you more interested." Lin Feng's hands were random and random. A handle of Sword of Sunlight condensed in his hands. The sunlight falling from the sky reflected on it, but it could no longer be removed. The sun was burning. With swords, swords, like the sun, the releaser is bright.

Countless rays of the sun seem to be emitted from the sword, making the eyes of crowd slightly squinted, unable to look directly, horrified, so terrible, the sword of Lin Feng is comparable to the hot sun, hot and eye-catching.

"Bi luo Battle Spirit." Qióng bìluò was shocked when he saw the sword, and immediately whispered. Behind him, Bi luo silk rain formed and turned into a curtain of rain.

However, at the same time when Bi luo Battle Spirit appeared, Lin Feng stepped forward, and a dazzling sword released a thousand rays, stinging the eyes of crowd.

Sword, sword of light.

Qióng bìluò's face changed greatly, and the curtain of silk rain and water flowed up against the Lin Feng sword, as if to isolate the sword, and his body quickly retreated.

"嗤, 嗤 ......" The Bi luo silk rain was cut off, the dazzling sword awns were scratched on the body of Qióng bìluò, and a dash of red blood floated in the air, and a deep blood stain appeared on the chest of Qióng bìluò. Just now , Slower, or no Bi luo silk rain, Qióng bìluò was run through the chest with this sword.

"You are more waste than I expected." Lin Feng stood there, watching the wolverine Qióng bìluò, and did not immediately go after him. He did not care about Qióng bìluò at all, but Qióng bìluò wanted to use his Lin Feng every time. Showing his own strength, then Lin Feng simply 'completes' him, letting Qióng bìluò know how ridiculous his so-called talent is.

Looking at the two figures in the void, Lin Feng is arrogant and Qióng bìluò is embarrassed. crowd feels a bit unreal. On the contrary, it is completely contrary to what they expected. It should be Qióng bìluò. It was arrogant and Lin Feng was not beaten. The power is right, but the facts are subverting their inner thoughts.

Lin Feng, not many shots, but every time, it is so shocking.

The first time that Tianyi College's people realized that he was fighting the Dark Devil. At that time, the Lin Feng was unknown, and the Dark Devil already was one of the top ten disciples of the college. As a result, everyone saw it.

The second Lin Feng shot in the academy should be the one that beat Dugu and hurt. In the end, Dugu kneels for mercy.

The third time, Lin Feng, breaking the arm of Du Bi was shocking.

And this time, when most people thought that Qióng bìluò easily defeated Lin Feng, Lin Feng brought them another surprise.

Lin Feng, he said that Qióng bìluò is more waste than he thought. Maybe when Qióng bìluò thinks that Lin Feng is weak, and when crowd thinks that Lin Feng will be defeated, Lin Feng does not take Qióng bìluò at all. He never, when Qióng bìluò was his opponent.

"Really?" There was a sharp color in Qióng bìluò's eyes, and behind him was Bi luo Battle Spirit flickered with a strange gloss, and whispered: "Bi luo Huang Quan Yellow Springs."

Lin Feng, can cut off Bi luo silk rain, but how can crack Bi luo Huang Quan Yellow Springs.

In the void, the line of silk rain is shadowless and invisible. It directly spreads out and turns into a curtain of rain, poured on whole body of Lin Feng.

"I see how you can hide?" Qióng bìluò saw the figure of Lin Feng shrouded in rain, and sneered.

"I'm sure you can see it clearly?" An indifferent voice came from behind the rain curtain, randomly, the shadow that was covered by the rain curtain slowly dissipated, one, two, many Lin Feng, all dissipated, these, all It's all afterimage (soul reflection), and at this moment Lin Feng is standing behind the rain curtain. The indifferent eyesight looks at Qióng bìluò, and he doesn't care.

Bi luo Huang Quan Yellow Springs, invisible and shadowless, directly falling from the void, but there are things, there are fluctuations, but there are some fluctuations as small as peak, can not be detected, until you find that already is trapped in it, however, Lin Feng heaven and man united, Any slight fluctuations could not escape his feelings. The curtain of silk rain still appeared, and he actually moved on already.

"How is that possible?" Qióng bìluò murmured, eyesight froze there, behind, Lin Feng escaped Bi luo Huang Quan Yellow Springs and appeared behind the silk rain, how could this happen.

"Coincidentally, yes, it must be that he is lucky and just avoided it." Qióng bìluò eyes were cold, and the rain in the void disappeared. I saw his eyes looking at Lin Feng, Lin Feng, and also looking at him. Don't dodge.

Suddenly, Lin Feng's body moved, turned into a afterimage (soul reflection), disappeared in place, and the place where Lin Feng just stood, the water curtain of Bi luo Huang Quan Yellow Springs, appeared again there.

Qióng bìluò's eyes freeze, coincidence? Lin Feng, is it really luck?

The best way to avoid Bi luo Huang Quan Yellow Springs is to keep the body's flickered, so that Bi luo Huang Quan Yellow Springs has no chance, but Lin Feng, it escaped for the first time, the second time, standing there waiting for him, still easy Avoid.

"It seems that your pride is this chicken rib Battle Spirit. Except for Battle Spirit, your Qióng bìluò is just a waste. Du Bi is much better than you."

Lin Feng saw the loss of Qióng bìluò, secretly shook his head, Battle Spirit, is the root of Wu Xiu Martial Cultivator, which is very important to Wu Xiu Martial Cultivator. The powerful Battle Spirit can greatly improve the combat power of Wu Xiu Martial Cultivator, but if Wu Xiu Martial Cultivator forgets itself, it relies on Battle Spirit Then, when Battle Spirit is restrained, or the effect cannot be achieved, this Wu Xiu Martial Cultivator is nothing.

Wu Xiu Martial Cultivator and Battle Spirit are required, but they can't go far only by relying on Battle Spirit.

At this time, Lin Feng learned Qióng bìluò, crowd nodded secretly. They also realized that it seems that Qióng bìluò has not demonstrated its own strength. The battle relies on Battle Spirit, but because Qióng bìluò's Battle Spirit is very strong, let crowd All ignored the others, only in my mind that Qióng bìluò was too strong to be defeated, and Lin Feng was not opponent at all.

But it's far from true.

"You said you want to abolish my cultivation, let me take it for granted, then, I will abolish you cultivation and let you reflect on it." Lin Feng spit out a voice, let crowd eyes stagnate, how hypocritical Discourse, cultivation is abolished, but still introspection? What's the use of introspection again, but Lin Feng is just a tooth for a tooth, Qióng bìluò and Emperor said this sentence, of course, Lin Feng can be returned to him.

Slightly raising your hands, Lin Feng's fists are burning with the blazing flames, extremely hot, and the surrounding space seems to be burning, extremely hot.

"Kill!"

Lin Feng uttered a voice, roaring killing intent, his footsteps stepped out, and the fist of flames blasted towards Qióng bìluò.

"Bi luo silk rain."

This time Qióng bìluò has been prepared. The line of silk rain goes up against the current, like rivers and lakes, whirling and flowing in the void, and actually stagnates his Lin Feng body, blocked by Bi luo silk rain for a moment.

"Battle Spirit, it's not only you." Lin Feng sneered, the purple tentacles bent, and continued to extend towards Qióng bìluò, making Qióng bìluò's face greatly changed, Bi luo silk rain is blocking Lin Feng. Dissipated, Lin Feng's Fire Fist is bound to come.

"Bi luo Huang Quan Yellow Springs."

Qióng bìluò screamed angrily, not taking into account so much, the body turned into a afterimage (soul reflection), and even went directly to the place where the Yu family was, allowing crowd's eyes to slightly freeze.

"His life can only be left to you."

Qióng bìluò looked at the parents of Na Yu.

Lin Feng slowly turned around and glanced at Qióng bìluò. There was endless irony in those eyes. Those who care about vanity and think how proud they are, are only villains in their bones.

External pride, when in danger, will use whatever means to adhere to others, and those who have pride will fight with dignity even if they die.