Chapter 677

Many people begin to think of Lin Feng and the five times of Xuanwu in the beginning of Dabi's snow field. He had no terrible will of kendo, and almost no one even noticed him. He was only remembered occasionally when Yu Mo was chasing after him in the falling devil kingdom.

Many people think that Lin Feng will be out sooner or later, but this magical young man brings them different shock every time. Step by step, until now, with the seven fold cultivation power of the Xuanwu realm, the five fold sword will, and holding the blood sword, he will wound the imperial mausoleum. When the Emperor Mausoleum inspires his terrorist strength with the blood of heaven, Lin Feng's cultivation directly crosses the Xuan The seven levels of martial arts and eight levels of Xuanwu.

With Lin Feng as the center, the endless bloody sword rips the space, as if to suffocate people. This is the real Lin Feng. Killing Yu Mo, cutting Lingxiao an arm, and defeating xuesha are not his real strength. Now, when it comes to the final confrontation, he can fully bloom his own terrorist power, making everyone tremble and tremble.

Especially those who are familiar with Lin Feng are trembling from the body to the heart. The Yu family, the people of wanhumen, the Tianfeng Kingdom and the Yue family, as well as xuesha and Lingxiao, are all staring at Lin Feng on the battle platform. They are terrible. Lin Feng's ambition has become the most powerful talent in this snow field.

With Lin Feng's current strength, it's easy to defeat the nine strong men in Xuanwu. It's easy for them to destroy Yu's family and wanhumen. How can they not suffocate.

At present, the Yu family and wanhumen have a cold feeling in their hearts. They thought that if Lin Feng was allowed to grow up, Lin Feng would be a disaster in the future, but they never dreamed that the future would come so fast.

Now, it's easy for Lin Feng to go back to XueYue to destroy Yu's family and the beast gate. Moreover, with Lin Feng's personality, he really will do so. They have not forgotten how the snow moon holy courtyard was destroyed. Their hatred with Lin Feng is not one day or two days. They have tried to kill Lin Feng many times without success. Now, Lin Feng has a strong and resolute reality Will you let them go?

Yueqingshan's eyes twitch, and his white hair seems to be more and more white. The meaning of vicissitudes on his face is more and more intense. He has been painstakingly cultivating the destiny of the moon to make him become a talent. However, in front of Lin Feng, he is not even qualified to show his real strength. Now, the young man who came out of Yangzhou City family, At the peak of Dabi in snow area, we are fighting with Emperor Mausoleum and duanwudao!

The emperor's eyes are fixed on Lin Feng, who has broken through the seven levels of Xuanwu and stepped into the eight levels. The sense of the heaven is getting stronger and stronger, and the overbearing eyes make people dare not look directly.

"Basaltic realm eight heavy, good, very good."

The whole body of the imperial mausoleum's blood power became crazy, and the spirit of martial spirit bloomed out, as if the heaven were shaking, his hands trembled, and the power of heaven and earth was used by him, and the will of heaven and earth oppressed Lin Feng and left.

Lin Feng is holding the sword of drinking blood. He drags the sword. He slowly walks forward. On the ground, there are sword marks like blood. The rampant will of kendo, the space of separation and the will of heaven can't oppress him. He is torn to pieces by the sword spirit.

Sword, everything can not be destroyed, only me.

The crowd all stare at Lin Feng. With his slow pace, the sword that seems to hang on the ground at will makes the battle platform appear a long and thin crack, and the ground all splits where Lin Feng passes.

"Boom In the middle of the maple forest, it seems that all the steps of the imperial prison will come out of the dark forest.

"Boom Another step stepped out, and the ground trembled violently. The more terrifying power of Zhenyuan and the will of heaven came from the sky, oppressing Lin Feng, as if to crush Lin Feng's body, and the heaven and earth seemed to collapse.

"How terrifying."

The hearts of the crowd trembled fiercely. It was terrible. Not to mention Lin Feng, who was under the attack of the imperial mausoleum, even the people in the distance felt a terrible pressure of heaven oppressing their heads, which made them feel suffocating.

Of course, Lin Feng's sword, with the same strong and terrifying will, will tear heaven apart.

"Is it a one shot decision?"

Looking at the Emperor Mausoleum and Lin Feng stepping out of each other slowly, both of them are gathering momentum and gathering the strength of the peak to strike. The blow that destroys the heaven and the earth is likely to determine the victory or defeat of this battle.

The oppressive force of heaven is getting stronger and stronger. The crowd only feels a breath that heaven and earth are going to die out. Heaven and earth oppress downward.

Lin Feng, however, is stepping into the terrible force of heaven. His figure seems to be getting farther and farther away. His thin back is straight and sharp. With the slight sound step by step, the crowd suddenly has an illusion. They can no longer see Lin Feng.

There, Lin Feng no longer exists, there is no Lin Feng, only sword.

Man and sword, man and nature, Lin Feng, disappeared, only a sword like blood, in bloom belongs to his glory.

When the breath of silence spreads out, the sky oppresses the earth, making those endless swords disappear. However, it seems that in the distant place, there is a bloody light gradually lighting up, and then, more and more bright, until bright, a touch of blood color of light, rushed to the sky above ten million meters, cut through the sky.There was no sound of explosion, no harsh whistling, only a breath of silence, and the flash of blood light. At the moment of the blood light blooming, they had a feeling of being on the verge of extinction, as if they were about to die and were destroyed by the blood light.

When everything is quiet, the two figures are standing on the battle platform very quietly, the emperor mausoleum is still, his eyes are still; Lin Feng, holding the blood sword in hand, the sword is hanging on the ground, and the sword point is on the ground. They are both quiet enough to suffocate people.

"It's over?" They didn't even see what had just happened.

"Who will win and who will lose in this war?"

All they knew was that the momentum of that moment was too terrible to destroy them.

The breeze was blowing on the faces of the crowd, and the whole space was so quiet that no sound could be heard.

"Tick!"

A light sound came out. In the quiet space, it was clearly captured by the crowd. Looking along the subtle sound, their hearts trembled again.

At the foot of the imperial mausoleum, there was a drop of bright red liquid dripping there. Although it was so small, it deeply shook the hearts of the crowd.

Emperor mausoleum, wounded again!

"Dida, Dida"

a drop of blood continued to drip at the foot of the imperial mausoleum. Then, the crowd saw a bloody light flash, and Lin Feng moved. However, he put the blood drinking sword into the scabbard.

"The mole ants in your eyes seem to shake the sky." The faint voice from Lin Feng's mouth, very calm, but let the crowd feel the heart tremble, won, this war, actually is Lin Fengsheng.

Lin Feng defeated the imperial mausoleum

a force of Zhenyuan flowed around his body, as if to stop the injury. Emperor Ling's body slowly turned around, and once again walked back to his position and sat down with his knees crossed. Without saying a word, the actions of Emperor Ling undoubtedly verified Lin Feng's words that emperor mausoleum was defeated in the war.

Looking at the young figure on the battle platform, they have an unreal feeling that Lin Feng has defeated the imperial mausoleum, which means that today's Lin Feng is not the third one they expected, but the first two candidates. Even, Lin Feng may compete with Duan Wudao for the first seat in the snow area.

Black horse, the black horse who killed all the way, until the final battle, no one knows where Lin Feng will really be in the snow area.

The crowd suddenly rang out Lin Feng's ranking jade spoon, which was the first jade spoon. In the past, they thought it was Lin Feng's luck. But now it seems that Lin Feng's snow field is much bigger than the first ranking jade spoon in the second round. Is it just luck?

At this moment, Lin Feng has stood on the highest platform in the snowy area to welcome the most brilliant war!

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