Chapter 353

The crowd looked up at Lin Feng in the void, bathed in the golden flame.

"It seems that we underestimated Lin Feng."

The crowd whispered in their hearts, and Lin Feng's one punch, he was able to blow poor Biluo back, and let him ignite all over his body. His strength was not small, but stronger than they imagined.

Many of them thought that Lin Feng was not a poor opponent at all, but they were all wrong. Maybe, this will be a close fight.

But the more so, the more excited the crowd was. It was a dream to see such a battle.

"Yes, at least it won't be boring. If you're too weak, it's meaningless." Poor blue face of the gloomy scattered, sneering at Lin Feng, the body appeared a trace of war, as if very excited.

The feeling is that the stronger Lin Feng is, the more interested he will be. He hopes Lin Fengqiang will be a little bit stronger.

"Hypocrisy."

Lin Feng saw the disguised smile and made a sarcasm. With poor Biluo's character, he should hope to kill himself directly, so as to show his strength and pride, and satisfy his vanity. Now, poor Biluo said this, but he wanted to cover up his embarrassment, which was hypocritical.

"I'll make you more interested." Lin Feng's hands were silent and random. A sword of the sun congealed in his hands, and the sunlight in the air reflected on it, which could not be moved any more. The sun was burning the sword. The sword was like the sun, and the light was released.

Countless rays of the sun seem to be shooting from the sword, which makes people's eyes squint slightly, and they can't look directly at them. Lin Feng's sword is as hot and dazzling as the sun.

"The soul of blue and white." When he saw the sword, he was startled and immediately called out. Behind him, the blue falling silk rain formed and turned into a water curtain of rain.

However, at the same time, Lin Feng stepped forward, and his dazzling sword released thousands of rays, which hurt the eyes of the crowd.

Sword, sword of light.

Poor Biluo's face changed greatly. The silk rain water curtain went up against the current and went towards Lin Feng's sword, as if to isolate the sword. At the same time, his body quickly retreated.

"Hiss, hisses" biluosiyu was cut off, and the bright sword was drawn on poor Biluo's body, floating in the air with a touch of red blood. There was a deep bloodstain on her chest. Just now, slow down a little bit, or there was no Biluo Siyu, and she was pierced by this sword.

"You're more rubbish than I thought." Lin Feng stood there, looking at the embarrassed poor Biluo, and didn't immediately go after him. He didn't care about poor Biluo at all. He just wanted to show his own strength with Lin Feng every time. Then Lin Feng simply "accomplished" him and let poor Biluo know how ridiculous his so-called talent was.

Looking at the two figures in the void, Lin Feng is arrogant and frivolous, while poor Biluo is in a mess and ferocious. The crowd feels a little unreal. It is totally contrary to what they expected. It should be that poor Biluo stands up arrogantly. Lin Feng is beaten to no strength to fight back. However, the fact overturns their inner thoughts.

Lin Feng, not much, but every time, are so shocked.

The first time people in Tianyi college realized that he was fighting with the black devil. At that time, Lin Feng was silent and unknown, and the black devil was one of the top ten disciples of the college. As a result, everyone saw it.

The second time Lin Feng made a move in the college, which should be regarded as the time when he defeated Dugu Shang. Finally, he knelt down and begged for mercy.

The third time, Lin Feng, broken one arm arm, shaking people's hearts.

And this time, when the vast majority of people think that poor Biluo easily defeated Lin Feng, Lin Feng again brought them a surprise.

Lin Feng, he said that poor Biluo was even more useless than he imagined. Maybe when poor Biluo thought that Lin Feng was vulnerable, when the crowd thought Lin Feng would be defeated, Lin Feng himself did not take poor Biluo seriously. He never thought that poor Biluo was his opponent.

"Is it?" Poor Biluo eyes with a sharp color, behind the blue and white spirit flashing a strange luster, a low drink: "bilaohuangquan."

Lin Feng, can cut off the silk rain, but how to solve the problem.

In the void, the thread of silk rain is invisible and spreads out directly. It turns into a rain curtain and pours on Lin Feng's body.

"I see how you hide?" Poor blue to see Lin Feng's figure is covered by the rain, sneer.

"I'm sure you see it clearly?" A voice of indifference came from behind the rain curtain. At random, the figure covered by the rain slowly dissipated. One, two, and many forest maple trees all dissipated. All of these are shadows. But Lin Feng, who is standing behind the rain curtain, is looking at the poor and blue with indifferent eyes.

Green and yellow spring, invisible, directly from the void, but there are things, there are fluctuations, but some fluctuations are subtle to the extreme, can not be detected, and when you find out, has fallen into it. However, Lin Feng's realm of harmony between man and nature, any subtle fluctuations, can not escape his feeling, the curtain of silk rain still appears, he has actually moved.

"How could it be?" Poor Biluo murmured, his eyes were frozen in that, behind, Lin Feng actually avoided the Biluo huangquan, appeared behind the silk rain, how could this happen."Coincidentally, yes, he must have been lucky to escape." Poor blue eyes a cold, that empty air silk rain dissipated, only to see his eyes looking at Lin Feng, Lin Feng, also looking at him, do not dodge.

All of a sudden, Lin Feng's body moved, turned into a shadow, and disappeared in the same place, and the place where Lin Feng just stood, the water curtain of the blue and yellow spring, appeared there again.

Poor blue eyes solidification, coincidence? Lin Feng, are you really lucky?

The best way to avoid bilaohuangquan is to keep flashing, so that there is no opportunity for bilaihuangquan. But Lin Feng, for the first time, dodged it. The second time, standing there waiting for him, he still avoided it easily.

"It seems that your pride is the soul of the chicken ribs. Except for the soul, you are poor and just a waste. With one arm, you are much better than you."

Lin Feng shakes his head secretly when he sees the loss of poverty and blue. The spirit of martial arts is the root of martial arts cultivation, which is very important for martial arts cultivation. A strong martial spirit can greatly improve the combat power of martial arts cultivation. But if Wu Xiu forgets itself and blindly relies on it, then when the spirit is restrained or fails to play an effective role, the martial arts cultivation will be nothing.

Martial arts, the soul needs, but only rely on the soul, can not go far.

At this time, Lin Feng taught poor Biluo a lesson, but the crowd nodded in secret. They also realized that it seemed that poor Biluo did not show their own strength. They all relied on the spirit of martial arts in fighting, but because poor Biluo's martial spirit was very strong, the crowd ignored the others, but in their hearts, poor Biluo was too strong to be defeated, and Lin Feng was not an opponent at all.

But this is far from the truth.

"You say you want to abolish my cultivation and let me take it as a warning. Then, I will abolish your cultivation and let you reflect on it." Lin Feng spit out a voice, let the crowd eyes a stagnant, how hypocritical words, abandoned cultivation, but also reflect? What's the use of introspection? However, Lin Feng is just a tit for tat. If he says this sentence in a dignified manner, Lin Feng can give it back to him.

With his hands raised slightly, Lin Feng's fists were all blazing with flames, incomparably blazing, and the surrounding space seemed to be burning, blazing.

"Kill!"

Lin Feng spit out a voice in his mouth, rolling to kill the roar, his feet step out, the fire fist toward the poor blue to kill in the past.

"Biluosi rain."

This time, poor Biluo had been prepared for this time. The silk rain line went up against the current, like a river and a lake, rushing in the void. Lin Feng's body was stagnant and blocked for a moment by the blue falling silk rain.

"You are not the only one who has the spirit of martial arts." Lin Feng sneers, purple tentacles bend, and continue to extend towards poor Biluo, so that poor Bilai's face changes greatly. Biluo silk rain is blocking Lin Feng. If he retreats, silk rain dissipates, Lin Feng's fist of fire will come.

"It's a dead spring."

Poor Biluo cried angrily. He could not take so much into account. His body turned into a shadow. He ran away directly to the place where Yu's family lived, which made the eyes of the crowd freeze slightly.

"His life is up to you."

Poor Biluo looks at the old way of Yu's parents.

Lin Feng slowly turned around, looked at the poor blue, eyes with endless irony, those who care about vanity, think how arrogant, in the bone, but just villains.

External pride, in the face of danger, will be unscrupulous, dependent on others, and have a proud man, since the war, even if he died, he must fight with dignity.

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