Galaxy Shattering Blade Chapter 217: Smart is wrong by smart

In the valley.

Four Taoist figures stand still.

Zhenwu Emperor is located in the middle, Jiuyou Thunder Knife is lying quietly on the ground at the moment, no longer domineering prestige.

"Hoooo~" Ugly Bengpeng Kun, tears fell down, crying like a child, his nose and tears mixed together, the ugly face was even more ugly. At this time, where is he like a strong Neptune.

Luo Wanjun, sobbing with his head down, pear flowers with tears, purple lips biting.

"Amitabha, Amitabha..." Bai Jie folded his hands together, and let the tears slide down, dripping onto the robe.

"Okay, don't cry anymore!" Zi Yushu wiped away her tears, sobbing and swallowing, Junxiu's face was extremely tough: "How does the master teach us on weekdays, the country is the first! The big things are the priority! The cry is crying Never lose face!" Clenching his fists, Zi Yushu trembles violently, and his teeth are about to bite.

"Second Senior Brother!" Bianpeng Kunsi Sipuotuo, crying awkwardly.

"Come on, cheer up, we have to fulfill the master's last wish!" Zi Yushu shivered.

The figure standing proudly did not fall.

The indifferent color is like a stone carving, but it has already exhausted the heart and has no breath of life. He is the unstoppable pillar and spiritual leader of the ancient China. Because of his existence, the ancient China can stand on top of the entire world without fear of other countries.

True Emperor Wu!

This is a godlike man.

But...

It's such a protruding departure.

"Peng Kun, Wanjun, you go around." Bai Jie finally raised his head. As a master brother, he must provoke responsibility, no matter how painful he must endure. Just like the master, even if his life is dying. But... he is still doing what he should do, and it must be done.

"Yushu, place the master's body."

"I'm going to get the lightning knife."

The White Ring has a heavy pace.

The sadness of everyone is beyond words. Each of them was taught and promoted by Zhenwu Emperor, and Zhenwu Emperor treated them. Not just a master, but a father. The expression of feelings originates from the heart and is sincere.

"Brother." Zi Yushu's voice was hoarse.

"The death of the master must be kept strictly confidential." Bai Jie said in a deep voice: "Once it leaks out, not only our true martial arts arena, but even the entire ancient Chinese country..."

"All may collapse!"

Zi Yushu nodded: "I understand."

For the ancient China, the Emperor Zhenwu was a real pillar and had an irreplaceable role. Once the news of death came out. Not only will it cause earthquakes and panic in the entire ancient China, but it will also attract the glance and greed of the other six ancient nations, and ambition erupts!

The war at the beginning of the war period is very likely--

Turn it on again!

"Who the **** is!" Zi Yushu's handsome face is extremely brave, "Who is the poisonous hand that hurts the master to such a degree!"

"Unclear." Bai Jie sighed softly.

The two stared at each other with deep fear in their eyes.

Ideas, coincide.

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Using hatred, he urged the knife to recruit ‘hate’.

Using overbearing, urge the purple thunder knife method.

Although Lin Feng has not really learned the Purple Thunder Knife Method. Its "form" is only in memory, and it is impossible to learn by itself the only one that stiffly touches the Nine Nine Thunder Knife. However, the intricate knife marks in the tomb of Emperor Qin. But let Lin Feng completely enter the artistic conception of the Purple Thunder Sword.

A set of knives, the general concept is basically the same.

Such as the water of the river, it is clear, or turbid, or endless, and the essence remains unchanged.

And...

The Emperor Qin’s mausoleum has the most profound sword-cutting spirit, and Lin Feng’s sentiment is clearest, that is, the empty dragon stone pillar. Just like carving, leaving a part of the knife intention above. I'm very happy. Supplemented by the overbearing sentiment that urged Dao Jin, Lin Feng's knife continued to transform.

One day.

Two days.

Three days...

Time. Slowly passing.

Lin Feng's sword is getting better every day. Nowadays, the sword-style domineering nature is complete, although there is still no hegemony like Xiang Yu overlooking the world, but already has Lin Feng's own realm. Compared with the previous hatred-driven war knife, the atmosphere is much more magnificent.

From the small road to the road, back to the real knife road.

"Broken!" Lin Feng ranted.

A flash of thunder and lightning, a concise and clear knife, supplemented by his strongest explosive power.

Boom! Straight through the invisible barrier.

The ripples, although they failed to break the barrier, were countless times stronger than the knife three days ago.

"Drink!" Lin Feng's eyes were fierce.

In an instant, the Jiulong Jin Jing was transported, and the aura burst.

Although the Ti-level body has long since disappeared, Lin Feng’s attack power is stronger than the strongest blow three days ago, but it is more than that. The spring thunder roared, and the power of thunder and lightning surged out of the body, even if it was just a little bit, it had a destructive force.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Blade, endless, Lin Feng is like a catharsis, like a knife test, and like an explosion.

Although the invisible barriers are rippling, although the movement is more than ten times stronger than before, it is like throwing a pebble into the lake, which is different from a rock.

No effect.

"Don't waste your energy." The voice was indifferent, straight into the ear.

Lin Feng stopped and looked down at his own hands, a flash of joy flashed in his eyes, turned to see the virtual image of the overlord Xiang Yu, and bowed his head: "Thank you senior for pointing."

"What do you do with me?" Xiang Yu smiled coldly.

Lin Feng shook his head: "Seniors are true swordsmen. Although they are casually spoken, the words are very good for the younger generation."

It's not a false statement. What kind of character Xiang Yu has already reached the realm of swordsmanship.

He gave a casual sentence that was far better than his hard training for several years, and he could take a lot of detours.

Xiang Yu sneered: "The kid can talk."

Lin Feng said rightly: "Younger sentences come from the heart."

"Okay, don't make a lot of farts." Xiang Yu was indifferent, staring at Lin Feng directly: "I will ask you, where did you learn from this spring thunderstorm?"

Spring thunder storm?

Lin Feng meditated twice and looked to Xiang Yu: "This is the show of the Nine Nether Thunder Knife."

Xian Yu's eyes lit up: "Thunder Knife, how is it now?"

"Young people don't know." Lin Feng looked at the overlord Xiang Yu in front of him, and his heart was full of doubts~IndoMTL.com~ The person is in the sword, why the person in Xiang Yu is here, but Jiu You Thunder Knife was born alone. And this strange prison, crystal, inexplicably powerful force of restraint and oppression...

Too many puzzles!

Seeing Xiang Yu staring at himself swiftly, Lin Feng was severely hit by the Nine Nine Thunder Knife. He found it here and repeated the whole process.

Xiang Yu nodded.

"You are smart." Xiang Yu sneered sneeredly: "But this time, I'm afraid I'm smart but I'm mistaken."

"I have been confined in this broken place for more than two thousand years. I want to go out, you are good, you have a way to heaven, you don't go, **** has no door-you are about to break in." Xiang Yu was furious. Laugh, the laughter is wild and arrogant, and the tiger's eyes are wide open: "Slowly wait here to die, kid!"

Yan Yu's figure disappeared instantly.

The color of Lin Feng's face changes suddenly.

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(Fourth more~) (To be continued)