Galaxy Shattering Blade Chapter 303: Everyone will become a slave
The path of Austrian Light, the penetration of light!
"This is the meaning of primary light." Lin Feng's face was tight, and the brain had an unbearable pressure for the first time. Even the soul of talent in the sixth stage is difficult to simulate the penetration of light. Fifty meters long and five meters wide, the mysterious road has been completely covered.
Bit by bit, turning into endless fragments.
Some of them are coincident, some are repeated in half and half, and there are many tiny blurs of extreme fragments. The number of debris is more than six times higher than the path of the illusion, but the complexity is more than doubled.
Time is busy.
The outside world is seven days, the golden chamber is seventy days, but it blinks away. If you can’t grasp it, the result is--
It is to directly kill.
"If you have the Holy Spirit of Light, you can master it!" Lin Feng was worried.
Once again walking on the road of Austrian intention, I feel every inch of the mystery of light and feel deeply. The reason why the glorious Austrian idea can be comprehended in just three days is because of the mastery of the sword technique, he can simulate the Austrian idea in his mind, even if it is not complete.
This time, it won't work.
"Pierce."
"Penetration of light!"
"Pure attacks, like direct light, return to the original..."
Lin Feng has sweat on his palm.
Double fists clenched, calmly calming the state of mind: "You can’t think too much, don’t care about the final time limit, you can understand, you can understand, you can’t understand..."
"Also comprehend!" Lin Feng is determined and persistent.
Come on--
Zheng! In the hands of the Nine Nether Thunder Knife, Lin Feng's double pupils were bright.
"Qia!" The Nine Nine Thunder Knife crossed the clear arc, and the blade was as bright as light. Lin Feng deeply felt the mood of the knife, and the hand holding the handle was not only tight. For him, the knife and the body are already integrated. When the heart moved, he immediately began to practice knives.
"Attack the Olympics!"
"Since there is no simulation in my mind. Then..."
"Just use a knife to perceive."
Lin Feng, confidence is still there.
Even in desperation, even to the last second of death. He will not give up.
People will win the sky!
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Ancient China.
A brilliant victory!
The enemy is beyond the border, and Li Jiesheng's name resounded through the ancient Chinese kingdom after Lin Feng. Reinvented the Philadelphia King of Fighters, with his own strength, he defeated the M country's eight strong Neptune class powers, and the two Neptune class sacrifices in the ancient Babylonian kingdom, showing their strength.
Six-sword Excalibur, Lingbo micro-step, Li Jiesheng is like a gust of wind, sometimes brisk, sometimes violent.
...
"We Huaxia is the strongest!"
“That’s right. Master Lin Feng doesn’t need to shoot, only Master Li Jiesheng, he will fight the m country like the dog of the bereavement and flee!”
"Oh, I thought how powerful it was."
......
Laughter, hopping sound, resounding everywhere.
Click!
Turn off the screen, the command is silent, and the powerful people look calm.
"Xiao Li, can you win the commander of the nuclear bomb?" Zhou Zhengsheng's voice was calm. The eyes of Bai Jie, Zi Yushu, Lan Feipeng and others all came to look. Just look forward to it. Everyone in the room knows clearly that things are going to end, Lin Feng disappeared-it has been more than ten days.
Li Jiesheng shook his head: "The heart of s-grade uranium is my nemesis."
The people sighed with disappointment.
Although Zhou Zhengyi guessed the result early, he still frowned. He is well aware of Li Jiesheng's strengths. As one of the famous names of the Chinese Gemini, he and Zikui are good at small-scale evasion and avoidance, and the other is known at absolute speed; while the heart of the nuclear commander's s-grade uranium is a large-scale attack .
The title of a nuclear bomb is not a false name.
Li Kuosheng's eyes flashed: "Pope Lyon. His real strength is only inferior to that of the true Wu Emperor, but the talented soul attack is special. It is just the nemesis of the nuclear bomb commander, but he is still defeated." Li Jiesheng said: " It is conceivable. How strong is the commander of the nuclear bomb."
"Can it be comparable to Lord Zhenwu?" Lan Feipeng was a little unbelievable.
Li Jiesheng nodded.
Everyone is in an uproar.
"Even, it's even more than that." Li Jiesheng's voice made the entire headquarters like the Ice Cave.
...
Holy Pyramid.
The wind and sand are desert, blowing a wild wind.
"Haha! Hahaha!~" Pharaoh Tutan wore a crown, held the Heka scepter, and laughed. Standing in the heart of the pagoda in the Khufu pyramid, the pyramid code was opened, and the golden token bearing the lion's head was picked up with pride.
"I am a heir!"
"I am the only winner!"
"Dare to fight with my Tutan, you all go to hell!"
......
Dark face, full of greed.
The scepter in the hand is shining with endless light, reflecting the jewel in the crown, and Tutanmeng feels as if he is standing on top of the world. He could already imagine what would happen in the future, and he became the sole inheritor. His strength soared rapidly, and he will soon dominate the world.
"The future is the ancient country of Egypt and the world of pharaohs!"
"Everyone will become a slave!"
Tutan's eyes glowed with radiance.
However, while holding the inheritance token, nothing has changed, there is no sound of any task completion in the ear, and there is not even a prompt.
Tutan was stunned.
Suddenly looked at the inheritance token, revealing doubts.
Yes?
It is exactly the same as the inheritance token recorded in the classics, but why did it not respond?
Come on, a cold voice came from Tutanmon’s mind, and the excitement and joy turned into a shock. The moment was even dumbfounded, frightened, shortness of breath, Tutanmon’s eyes widened, and he shuddered: “How come this, no Maybe..."
"Someone triggered the assessment task for direct promotion, I have to wait for sixty-eight hours!?"
Dry lips, Tutan was furious and spitting blood.
In itself, he was already injured.
"Too hateful!"
Tutan grinned and twisted his face.
However, he can only accept and wait for the final fate sentence.
...
...
Time is slowly passing.
In the ancient country of China, intensively preparing for war, evacuating elite talents, and riding on the Martian immigrant spaceship. On the other hand, although Country M lost the first battle, the really elite and strong are all adjusting, recuperating and regenerating their spirits, and waiting for the command of the nuclear bomb commander, they will take the ancient China.
Pacific, where the high-level monster is missing, countless destruction-level monsters are eager to move again.
Sixty-eight hours, very long.
Pharaoh Tutanmon waits fidgetingly~IndoMTL.com~ It is getting closer and closer to the end of the time limit, every second is suffering, every second is looking forward to, it is like Tutanmon at this moment While in hell, in heaven.
His destiny is in the hands of others.
Lin Feng!
Tick, tick~
Every second turns into ten seconds, flowing in the golden chamber.
"Qia!" "Qia!" Lin Feng's sword, unyielding with his obsession, waved into a demon, and the connection established between man and knife was extremely solidified, derived from the hand, and sublimated as desired. 30 consecutive days of practicing knives, and 30 consecutive days of feeling with knives. At this moment, Lin Feng’s distance from the bottleneck...
It's getting better.
Continuously, touching the line, once, once, again, until—
"Boom!" Broken with a knife.
…(to be continued)