Chapter 112: Killing You Without Using the Divine Emperor Weapon!

Lin Feng smiled sarcastically, set his eyes on Jin Shengjun, and asked lightly.

Immediately, everyone exclaimed, and Jin Shengjun was also taken aback.

Bet your life? Crazy bet, they are all gods, they will cherish their own lives even more, especially until now, they have experienced countless hardships and life and death, so they are even more afraid of death.

Death is even more terrifying to the current warriors.

Jin Shengjun was silent. Although he was not afraid of how powerful Lin Feng would be, if something happened, he could not explain it to the temple.

"Don't dare? Don't you dare to propose a competition? What's the point of winning or losing?"

Seeing that Jin Shengjun was silent, Lin Feng's smile became more and more sarcasm, which made many Shenzong disciples feel happy. They have been humiliated by them all the time, and now they can finally humiliate them.

"Don't dare, get out!!"

All the disciples of Shenzong roared in unison, the momentum was so loud that many people in the Spiritual Domain Temple turned ugly.

Lin Feng's crazy thoughts directly led to the passiveness of the situation.

"Gamble your life, bet your life, I dare!"

Just when Jin Shengjun was silent, the cold-faced Shengzi stood up again. He didn't believe that he would lose the game, let alone die, so he stood up.

Jin Shengjun wanted to stop the cold-faced Shengzi, but after thinking about it carefully, he finally didn't speak.

There is no turning back when you open the bow. Now that you have decided to humiliate the God's Domain Temple, you can't give up halfway, even if you lose a holy son.

"Let's fight!" Jin Shengjun shouted, and in an instant, the cold-faced holy son jumped up and went straight to Lin Feng, tightly holding the ax of the emperor's level in his hand. The aura of the weapon was so powerful that it had already overwhelmed the cold-faced holy son own momentum.

"Lin Feng, here is the Emperor's Artifact, you go on"

The Purple Sword Sect Master was afraid that Lin Feng would suffer from weapons. If he did not use the Divine Emperor Weapon, his strength would definitely drop by 30%. Therefore, the Purple Sword Sect Master was going to hand over the Purple Sword he used to Lin Feng. This is a low-level Divine Emperor Weapon. Mian Shengzi's ax is enough.

The cold-faced Holy Son's face darkened. If Lin Feng had the Divine Emperor Weapon, his strength would definitely increase a lot, but even so, the cold-faced Holy Son didn't think there was any reason for Lin Feng to win.

It's just that everyone didn't expect that Lin Feng did not choose to take the purple sword from the master of the purple sword, but took out his own master sword.

"I don't need the Emperor's Artifact, I'll kill you anyway!!" Lin Feng yelled angrily, the long sword drove straight, the speed of his feet was extremely fast, as if walking on a star compass, Lin Feng thought of the insights he had gained in the tomb of the gods in the past, and used it In this battle.

Just now I observed the battle between the Lengmian Shengzi and Moda, and found that the Lengmian Shengzi defeated Moda with four or two strokes of strength, and also won by relying on the energy of the God Emperor Tool itself, so Lin Feng used the ghostly pace, that is, Minimize the effect of the Divine Emperor Weapon as much as possible.

Lin Feng's pace really affected the judgment of the Lengmian Shengzi. After several attacks with the ax, he failed to hit Lin Feng accurately. Instead, Lin Feng stabbed with his long sword, and the Lengmian Shengzi had to dodge.

With a step of Lin Feng's left foot, the long sword stabbed straight at the door of the cold-faced Saint Son. The master's sword carried a strong sense of swordsmanship, sweeping the entire battle stage with domineering and sharp momentum, causing countless people to exclaim , Watching the battle between Lin Feng and the cold-faced Shengzi.

At this time, Moda's face was vicious. He fought against the cold-faced Holy Son, and lost in just three moves. However, Lin Feng's current momentum is so strong that he doesn't look like a defeated one at all, and he also didn't use the God Emperor Tool. Let Moda feel some burning on his face.

"Lin Feng, for the time being, let you experience the power of the God Emperor Weapon. You are too naive to think of defeating me without the God Emperor Weapon."

After dodging Lin Feng's sword, the cold-faced holy son burst back a hundred meters, and with a step, his whole body turned into a streamer and flew straight to the sky. The battle stage instantly turned into the glare of an axe, and the axe went straight to Lin Feng's chest and chopped it off.

The speed was only in the blink of an eye, and Lin Feng felt the pressure of the God of Gaitian coming up. This feeling was like facing a Dacheng Sage Emperor. Deadly move.

But now I have no worries, the body of taboo has been revealed in front of everyone, so it is natural to use the power of taboo, Lin Feng has a lot of dependence on the power of taboo, but the power of taboo is not the best attack power ?

With an angry roar, Lin Feng threw the Juggernaut Sword high up, and the white long sword turned into a beam of sword light and flew into the sky. With a step on Lin Feng's footsteps, he swung his left hand heavily, and the power of taboo erupted in an all-round way.

Boom boom boom...

As if thunder roared, or the sound of the earth collapsing, the entire battle platform was filled with killing intent, as if a god could be strangled in an instant.

"The power of the taboo, go!" Lin Feng shouted, the power of the taboo was fully instilled on the sword of the master, and the long sword exuded an invincible edge in an instant, and it flew across the sky in the blink of an eye, and went straight to the cold-faced holy son. go.

The cold-faced Holy Son stared at Lin Feng with a gloomy expression, then raised his arms to the sky, and the huge ax above his head rushed towards the Juggernaut's sword.

The two shocking weapons collided at this moment, and the Juggernaut Sword with taboo power was no less powerful than the giant axe in terms of momentum and energy.

Two equally terrifying auras collided with each other, the sky and the earth paled, the earth collapsed, and the sacred mountain shook violently. Several guests on the high platform jumped up and resisted with their own vitality.

The disciples of Shenzong in the audience were all shocked, and an irresistible energy rushed towards them. Everyone turned pale and tried their best to resist with vitality, but it was just a flat boat in the sea. It didn't work, and was instantly overwhelmed by the huge shock force.

Fan Tiangang's face changed suddenly, and before he had time to think, he went straight to the high platform, blasting out his palms, turning into a sky-filled barrier, resisting the shock force generated by the confrontation between the two weapons.

"Haha, Tiangang Shengjun, you and I will fight, haha"

Just at this moment, Jin Shengjun laughed arrogantly, stepped forward, and attacked Fan Tiangang, who suddenly became angry.

"You people in the Spiritual Domain Temple don't leave, drink!" Fan Tiangang roared, his footsteps collapsed, and he went straight to Jin Shengjun. Jin Shengjun's face suddenly became serious and gloomy, and he fought Fan Tiangang.

The Son of the Iron Mask had a gloomy and stern face, he punched out, and went straight to the crowd below the high platform, using the energy of the two weapons to attack the disciples of Shenzong.

"you dare!"

Di Shu let out a roar and slapped him with a slap. The terrifying supernatural power instantly blasted the Tie-Mian ShengZi away. The Tie-Mian ShengZi flew upside down for a thousand meters before stopping, but he was not seriously injured. sink.

"Magic change!"

The Tie-Mian Shengzi gave a deep voice, raised his arms to the sky, and everyone felt a strong sense of magic swept over him. The eyes of the Tie-Mian Shengzi instantly turned red, and a terrifying demonic energy emanated from his whole body. At that time, everyone was shocked when they saw the strength of the Son of the Iron Mask.

Dacheng Shenghuang! !

After the magic transformation, the Iron Masked Son actually has the strength to become a Holy Emperor? Simply terrible.

Di Shu's face was gloomy, but the Iron Masked Son did not speak, and directly attacked. Di Shu and the Iron Masked Son also fought together.

"All the people in the Spiritual Temple will be destroyed by me. Kill as many people as you can. Come out!"

Jin Shengjun roared and shouted at the crowd. In an instant, Lin Feng saw dozens of figures rushing out of the crowd. The strongest ones were Xiaocheng Saint Emperors, and the weakest ones were half-step Saint Emperors.

Conspiracy, this is a hidden good, just wait for the current conspiracy, today's battle, no matter whether you win or lose, will definitely bring reputation loss to God's Domain Temple.

Lin Feng withdrew his gaze, waved his left hand, held the Juggernaut Sword in his hand, and then the figure suddenly disappeared in place. The face of the cold-faced Holy Son changed, and he looked left and right, walking cautiously, looking for Lin Feng's figure.

"Since betting on your life, I will accept your life!"