Chapter 428

Name:God Of Martial Arts Author:净无痕
In the dreamland, another strong collision, and then separated, dream of the mouth with a wisp of blood, but his indifference, but more and more prosperous.

The hall in the whole illusion seems to be covered by a layer of strong cold, cold and piercing. Moreover, the cold is still increasing.

"You are very persistent, I she Qiong Xuanwu four times, no matter in strength or power, Lin Feng is not as good as me, with me, what's wrong, is it you want me to use strong to you?"

She Qiong looked at the dream, slowly said, in his eyes, there was a touch of heart color, good strong woman, and strong, in temperament and appearance, is not inferior to the Royal Princess Duan Xinye, she Qiong he wanted to play, rob Lin Feng woman, let Lin Feng see, lose face, but gradually, she Qiong really appreciate the dream.

If dream love can be his woman, it's not bad. It's a good match.

Of course, this is just she Qiong's heart feeling. When Meng Qing hears his words, her cold air blooms more and more fiercely, as if to freeze the space.

"Don't be stubborn. You are not my opponent, and don't expect people to save you. Lin Feng, he has no ability to save you." She Qiong felt the colder and colder sense of coldness and said indifferently.

"It turns out that the youngest commander of the imperial city used to love other people's women."

A lazy voice came, let she Qiong's eyes slightly congealed, then, he saw the door of the left hall opened, a figure, slowly came out.

"Well?" She Qiong saw the figure coming out, eyebrows a pick, then flashed in her eyes a murderous cold.

"You are also entitled to take care of my affairs." She Qiong said a cold, and then step a step, suddenly a vast force in his body emerged, rolling air waves toward the emergence of the clouds.

"Die!"

She Qiong murmured, and the terror of killing fell on Yun Feiyang. She dared to interfere in his affairs and kill.

Yun Feiyang saw she Qiong's fists getting closer and closer, and his smile suddenly disappeared. Instead, there was a sharp air on his face. The strong wind of the tyrant blew on his body, blowing his clothes and clothes into a sound of hunting.

"Dead?"

She Qiong's fist comes, and a fine light flashes in yunfeiyang's eyes. Instead of retreating, she steps forward and steps out. Her fist blows out directly in front of her.

"Boom!"

A terrible strong wind roared in the fantasy space. Their bodies were towering and motionless. All their clothes were blowing in the air. It seemed that the wind and rain were shaking, but their eyes were still so sharp.

"Go back."

Yun Feiyang took a slight step, a tiny step, but it gathered an unparalleled momentum. The power of terror bloomed from his hands. She Qiong's body flew back, and after landing on the ground, she still stepped back several steps.

She Qiong's eyes solidified there, staring at the clouds.

How strong, cloud flying power, good terror, he can not shake the cloud flying, on the contrary, by the cloud flying shake back.

After she Qiong broke through, he was full of self-confidence. However, in the World War I, he was shocked out by a man who had no fame before.

Not only she Qiong was shocked, but also the eyes of the people outside the dreamland were full of shocking colors. Clouds were flying. She was indeed the most mysterious person. If she didn't fight, it would have been amazing.

With only one punch, she Qiong was shocked back. Although this does not mean that he is stronger than she Qiong, it can at least prove that his strength is stronger than she Qiong.

The fog of illusion, rolling up, hanging in the air of the full moon with a bit of desolation, but still bright.

A line of figures, more clearly appeared in the crowd's line of sight, is no longer a fuzzy image.

On the night of the full moon, on the Xiangjiang River, there are several figures standing in the sky.

Illusion, lift, disappear.

And the people in the illusion, actually appeared there.

Six of them, thirty-two young talents, have stepped into the dreamland, but now, only six are left.

She Qiong, Yun Feiyang, Lin Feng, Mengqing and Ling Tianshi are brothers and sisters.

All the others are dead, no matter they are the beasts, or the young and talented people who have entered the Yu family. It can be said that there is no winner.

The strength of the remaining six people is indeed the most powerful. Everyone has seen this with their own eyes.

Ling Tian, he killed the most people.

She Qiong, no one dares to provoke, but Meng Qing can fight against him. Even the Vietnam War is stronger, and Yun Feiyang beats her back with one punch.

Lin Feng, strength is needless to say.

These six people survived until the illusion was lifted, which undoubtedly proved their talent, but it is a pity that the other twenty-four talents died and became stepping stones.

Not long ago, they were still high spirited and wanted to be famous. But the reality is that they are so cruel. You have good talent, but some people are more talented than you.

The general of the moon's desolation is on Lin Feng's body. His eyes turn around and fall on Meng Qing's body. At this time, Meng Qing's face is slightly pale, and there is a trace of blood in the corner of his mouth. His whole body is full of cold meaning."Dream feeling!"

Lin Feng's body trembled, and instantly came to Mengqing's side, took out a pill and fed it directly to Mengqing's mouth. Mengqing opened her mouth and swallowed the pill. Seeing Lin Feng's indifference, she disappeared in an instant, but with a shallow smile.

This smile, as if the moon has lost his brilliance, only the world's Jiao Yan, let see her smile of the crowd are a burst of dazzle, bang heart.

What a beautiful woman, snow in white, veiled, standing under the full moon, just like a real fairy of the moon.

Lin Feng saw the dream feeling after taking the pills, his face turned a little red, his eyes turned slowly, and then he saw the two people in confrontation, she Qiong and yunfeiyang.

In the end, Lin Feng's eyes fixed on she Qiong's body, and a cold sense of incomparable coldness came out of her body. The killing intention was so cold.

It seems that she Qiong feels the killing intention of Lin Feng. She Qiong looks at Lin Feng and looks at Lin Feng from Yun Feiyang's body. She sneers and says, "you don't deserve her. She should be my woman."

"Sword!"

Lin Feng didn't pay attention to she Qiong. She stepped forward and his mind moved. His hand was slowly raised.

The strong wind is howling and the sword spirit is vertical and horizontal. In the space, a sharp and terrifying sword meaning is madly condensed. In Lin Feng's hand, Zhenyuan's sword is in its shape.

She Qiong eyebrows a pick, cold hum, the same breath of terror from his body bloom, and Lin Feng confrontation, two people's breath in the air intersection, collision.

"It's terrible. She Qiong's strength should have reached the four levels of Xuanwu." The crowd felt these two surging gas, and their hearts trembled.

"Finally, she Qiong's strength is terrible." The eyes of the crowd are full of expectation. She Qiong and Lin Feng are all the talents screened out from the talents. They are finally going to collide with each other and let people look forward to it.

However, she Qiong's strength is the fourth level of Xuanwu, but Lin Feng has only the second level. Although he can kill the strong one in the three levels of Xuanwu, he will be very reluctant to deal with she Qiong.

In this war, the crowd was not very good-looking, but the clouds were flying and his whole body was full of mystery. She qiongzhen, who was four levels of Xuanwu, was able to retreat. His strength was also terrible.

"That's enough." At this time, a voice came out. The old man who had just arranged the dreamland looked at Lin Feng and she Qiong, and said slowly, "the six of you have been able to persist until now. With eight young masters and eight people, there are 14 talents in total. Now, you 14 can learn from each other to see who is more powerful."

"Anyone who wants to fight will be invited to fight."

How excited the other party is to fight with each other's eyes.

Eight childe, have rarely seen them fighting people, today's cultivation, also do not know how strong they are.

Lin Feng glanced at the old man with indifferent eyes. According to Yun Feiyang, he couldn't find the dream love and hurt the dream feeling. It was the old guy who made the ghost and deliberately did it.

The old man seemed to feel Lin Feng's eyes, and then added coldly: "those who are weak in cultivation should start to invite war from those with low cultivation. Don't even know how to die."

The old man is obviously satirizing Lin Feng's state of weakness, which is two different from she Qiong's.

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