Chapter 603

The two top swordsmanship attack Jiang Feng at the same time, and the people who attack Jiang Feng are the first genius and the third genius of taixuan ancient state. Even if Nie Tianqiong, the number one genius of Daoyi ancient state, does not die, he can't resist at this time, only he will lose.

But Jiang Feng is different. He has the strength to kill Nie Tianqiong. At this time, he is not afraid of the joint attack of jingmie and Lengshuang.

The big hand holding Hongmeng's magic gun, not only didn't shrink at all, but became more and more violent. The green veins, like a dragon, puffed up on Jiang Feng's arms, full of explosive power.

At the same time, Jiang Feng opened up the artistic conception of killing.

This is a rare method of artistic conception that specializes in killing and cutting. When it is applied, Jiang Feng is enveloped in the roaring spirit of killing and cutting, as if there are countless evil spirits roaring around him.

The killing power of Hongmeng's magic gun is directly enhanced by the artistic conception of killing. Before the long gun is killed, the void has been broken.

The momentum of disintegration is not moving forward. It soon sweeps into the front of Jingji Mie and Lengshuang's swordsmanship, tearing apart the field of their swordsmanship.

Like an unconscious mad dragon, with its powerful sharp claws, it tore up the world in all directions.

The mirror and Leng Shuang were frozen, and their eyes were startled.

The sword technique they used had not yet attacked the Hongmeng magic gun of the Jiang family, but it was crushed by the powerful force of the sword. The killing power was directly reduced by a quarter!

"Kill Jiang Feng drinks hard, and his eyes are red with blood under the mood of killing. If the cannibal beast makes people even look at it, they will feel hairy.

With the sound of Jiang Feng, Hong Meng's magic gun suddenly strikes and meets the top swordsmanship of silence and frost.

Boom!!!

There was a blast in the void, like the collapse of a mountain. An arc shock wave swept out from the center of the three men's battle.

This scene is no less than the star explosion.

Bai Lige and Liu Chen, who are in the hall of eternity, are looking at the huge magic map. They see a huge shock wave in a void. They can't help but step back.

Does Jiang Feng want to kill Jing Ji Mie and Leng Shuang?

Thinking of this, they were very surprised.

The first day of a trial in the eternal devil Kingdom, the first day of Daoyi ancient state, and the first day of taixuan ancient state, all died in the hands of Jiang Feng. If the news gets out, it's estimated that it will be like a flood, wreaking havoc on Sanzhou.

Jiang Feng's road to growth: who else can resist in the dark green world?

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At this time, in the magic map, after Jiang Feng's strong attack, the "silent sword formula" and "ten Jue nine days sword technique" were directly broken.

Mirror and frost, two people if broken kite, crazy inverted fly out.

It was only a few hundred feet away that they managed to stop themselves, spewing out blood one after another, and their faces turned pale. If they experienced a catastrophe, it was just that the catastrophe was far from over.

Whoosh!!

As soon as they got to their feet, before they could recover, the two streamers flew backwards, which was the sword they used.

The two men soared decisively and held their own swords respectively. Just after they held the sword and fell to the ground, they only heard "click! Click Two.

Suddenly he bowed his head, his eyes were startled, and the sword in his hand had been broken at this time. In an instant, it turned into a pile of scrap iron and fell from their hands.

Man is not dead, the sword is broken, the mirror is dead, and the heart of martial arts suddenly collapses at this moment, and a mouthful of thick blood spurts out in an instant.

Friars have their own will of martial arts. This will supports the friars themselves. They climb hard on the road of martial arts.

But now, Jingji's martial will is directly destroyed by Jiang Feng with a single shot. His proud sword is vulnerable to a single blow and turns into pieces of scrap iron. As a result, his martial will, just like this sword, is split.

Leng Shuang, the ice woman, is no better now. The sword in her hand, where it breaks, is just the words that are imprinted, and those words are just the wish of Leng Shuang, "Leng Jian Leng Shuang"!

Word crack, sword break, which undoubtedly symbolizes her cold vision, this broken, but also a symbol of her fate.

"I'm not a murderer, but I'm not a saint who takes everything as his cud dog. But if you count on me, there's only one way to die!"

Jiang Feng said indifferently, holding a long gun, striding to go, every step down, the void trembles, the air of killing is surging, if the God of killing, from nine days, no one can stop.

The mirror is silent, the frost is cold, the heart is trembling, and the eyes are afraid. After the sword is broken, their martial will has broken. At this time, they have no fighting power in the face of Jiang Feng.

Gazing at Jiang Feng, step by step, they only feel that they are getting closer to death. Every step, like stepping on the heart, constantly shakes their hearts.

"I can tell you everything, just let me go!" In front of Jiang Feng, he has no arrogant capital.

"It's too late to say that now!" Jiang Feng's last step out, strong force surge, let mirror lonely face big change, quickly gather the power of the stars to resist, the result is at this time, Jiang Feng shot through.

"Puff..."

With a dull sound, the long gun pierced through the lens to kill the body. It ran back and forth, spraying a large amount of blood. Jiang Feng forced with one hand, slowly raised the long gun, and carried the mirror to kill the body in the air.

Heartrending pain, spread all over the body every place, every nerve, let the mirror face, are distorted, but at the moment, compared with the pain, he is more sad.

He is the first swordsman in taixuan ancient state. He is so natural and unrestrained. Since he founded the jimie sword Jue, the younger generation of taixuan ancient state, countless peers, regard him as an idol and a lifelong goal.

But now, the so-called silent swordsman is being attacked by a genius younger than himself. What fame, glory, vanishing, only insult, sadness!

"You can choose to tell me that I will make your death more painful and faster!" Jiang Feng spits coldly.

When he said this, the mirror died and his eyes were gray. It turned out that in the eyes of the other party, he didn't even have the qualification to talk about. The only information he could say was that he could exchange the pain of death.

If we put it in the normal time, we would not even think about it, because it was too ridiculous. Even a few minutes ago, he would not think about it. But now, death is more painful and faster. On the contrary, he can't wait to fight for it.

He knew that he would die. In order not to suffer, he immediately spit out everything.