Chapter 483: The Final Struggle

"Hoo!" Lin Feng broke through the air.

As he glanced down, he saw more and more warriors.

Originally, it was necessary to ask for directions to go to Dongling City, but now it is no longer necessary. Following the direction of the warriors, it must be where Dongling City is located. However, the large number of people still surprised Lin Feng a little, "As expected, it is indeed a first-tier city with many warriors."

"It just happened to be the beginning of the year, so there were so many people." Lan Xinyan faced Lin Feng, feeling relaxed now.

It takes a long time to see people's hearts, whether it is a good person or a bad person, it will naturally become clear after getting along.

Lan Xinyan asked herself about her appearance and body, and she was the best choice among the Blue Moon Clan. She was even better than Zhirou who was killed by the demon Lin Feng, but... Lin Feng was unmoved. Normally, there is no doubt that there is a contradiction.

Lin Feng hummed lightly: "I heard that the Lianbao Sect will openly recruit disciples."

"There's also the Sword-Slaying Palace." Lan Xinyan looked at Lin Feng with complicated eyes, "Originally... I wanted to join the Sword-Slaying Palace."

"Originally?" Lin Feng was slightly surprised.

The four eyes were in focus, and from Lan Xinyan's eyes, Lin Feng instantly understood: "If there is hatred, there will be motivation. In fact, it is not a bad thing, especially because your personality is too submissive and lacks drive. If you have a goal to fight for, you will Let you practice and improve faster."

Lan Xinyan's personality is too soft.

If it was a stronger woman, how could she trust herself so easily.

She wanted to join Sword Slaying Palace, the number one sect in Dongning Continent, and her original purpose should have been to take revenge and kill herself, but right now...she hesitated.

"But..." Lan Xinyan hesitated to speak.

at this time--

"Shua!" Lin Feng's heart skipped a beat.

During the gallop, the body paused for an instant, changed its position, and looked down obliquely, "They are here."

"They?" Lan Xinyan was startled.

"Xiaoxiang Sword School." Lin Feng's eyes flickered, "One baby is Friday, and the other is Saturday." The dragon bead chain wantonly absorbed the holy power of the real dragon, and in Lin Feng's sea of ​​consciousness, the golden dragon roared majesticly. The six layers of holy power are saturated and overflowing.

"Fetal Friday.

Condensing Water Sword, Senior Wu Qi? Fetal Saturday stage... must be the senior Wu Qu of "The End of the Song"! "Lan Xinyan's eyes are shining brightly.

Lan Xinyan has long admired the Thirteen Swords of Xiaoxiang for practicing the way of water.

"Wu Qi, Ningshui Sword, the end of the song, the end of the song..." Lin Feng smiled suddenly.

Looking down at the two people, it is quite consistent.

"Wait here for me." Lin Feng's voice fell, and Lan Xinyan hadn't recovered yet. Lin Feng turned into a beam of light and galloped down.

Killing intent spread everywhere.

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A group of hundreds of people.

Led by Ningshuijian Wu Qi, the target was directed at Lin Feng.

Among Xiaoxiang Thirteen Swords, Wu Qi is the second elder brother. Just because of the early entry time, its strength only ranks fourth. The fifth younger brother, Wu Qu, is above him in strength, ranking third. The accompanying disciples of the Xiaoxiang Sword Sect had seven gestational weeks, and the rest were all at the Qiyun stage.

This kind of formation is even worse than a squadron of the Dongning Army.

"Surround him, don't let him run away!" Ningshuijian Wu Qi shouted. The target locked on Lin Feng.

He is not afraid by himself, but now with the help of his fifth younger brother Wu Qu, he is determined to win. Dongling City. The Xiaoxiang Sword Sect has contacts, but they can't call the wind and call the rain. Once Lin Feng stepped into the protected area of ​​Dongling City, no matter how violent the Xiaoxiang Sword Sect was, he would not dare to openly disobey the rules of Dongling City.

However……

Lin Feng never thought of running.

As soon as he left Changyang Mountain City, he dared to confront the Xiaoxiang Sword Sect, Queen of Thunder. Even the 100-man squadron of the Dongning Army can be killed. Now that their strength has improved so much, how can they care about the hundred-member team of the Xiaoxiang Sword Sect. Compared with the Dongning Army, there are only a few more fetal week warriors.

"Titanium-level body. The fifth layer." Lin Feng condensed silver armor all over his body.

The sixth stage was not used, after all, the titanium element was consumed violently, and the body had to bear a huge burden. Now at the fifth stage of Qiyun stage, his physical strength is comparable to that of a normal Monday-stage strongman, and the five-weight increase in titanium-level body is comparable to that of a fourth-stage fetus.

The Jiguang Aoyi was deployed, and the speed exploded.

"So fast!" Wu Qi's complexion changed.

Behind him, at the end of the song, all the repertoire was revealed, and the flute was put to his mouth, and a Xiaoxiang night song was played slowly. The voice went from low to high, one after another notes entered Lin Feng's ears, each melody was like a sharp cone piercing into the sea of ​​consciousness.

boom! ~

Behind Lin Feng, the golden dragon roared into the air.

Wu Qu's expression changed, his melody was mixed with the profound meaning of water, soft and exquisite, directly attacking the weakness of the human beings on Nemo planet - the soul of talent. But Lin Feng was like a dragon in the water, extremely fierce, his rhythmic attacks were like stabbing a sword on the thick scales, and they all returned in vain.

"Damn it!" Wu Qu instantly changed the style of the song, and the soft rhythm became extremely high-pitched.

The end of the song, the end of the song, has its own mystery.

but……

"Soul-breaking four-color square, Qinglong!" Lin Feng countered.

Mixed with the strongest turquoise light, the innate soul attack goes straight to Wuqu. Pure holy power energy, although the soul-breaking four-color square is only a human-level holy treasure, but the sixth-level real dragon holy power is definitely the top power of the fetal week!

boom!

Qinglong howled.

The Nine Nether Thunder Saber in Lin Feng's hand, at the same time, aroused violent thunder.

"Thunder Dragon Sacred Code, third level!" Awakened the sleeping giant dragon in his body, thunder and lightning circled. The thunder dragon's holy energy has reached the fetal star, and he can cultivate the fourth level, but Lin Feng has not had the time yet. Even so, the power of the third thunder dragon canon is comparable to that of the fifth!

The strongest power that can only be exerted by Zi Zhou Fang!

Because of the existence of the true dragon's holy power.

The fifth level of the holy power of the real dragon can increase the power of the thunder dragon script fifty times, and the sixth level——

A hundredfold increase!

"Zi Lei's ninth attack!" Lin Feng shot.

There is no need to use the Nine Nether Thunder Knife to engrave patterns, the power of the pure fetal star's sixth-level Thunder Dragon Holy Qi has far surpassed it. Including the subsequent cultivation, there is also no need for the assistance of the first-grade Thunder Saint Crystal. With the improvement of qualifications and the assistance of the real dragon's holy power, the cultivation of the Thunder Dragon Sacred Code alone will greatly exceed.

Elementary Profound Intent, Dark Devour!

Concentrated on the edge of the blade, the two holy qis of darkness and thunder were separated, Lin Feng Zilei's ninth strike failed to achieve the true perfect fusion of profound meaning.

Even so, its power cannot be underestimated.

"Xiaoxiang's Ninth Sword!" Wu Qi's sword, the condensed water sword, pierced out drops of water in the void, solidified in the air, and instantly the water condensed like a concentrated force, and directly skyrocketed. The name of Ningshui Sword is not for nothing, Wu Qi's swordsmanship is exquisite.

The cultivation base of the tenth realm is even better than that of Lin Feng.

but……

"Boom!" Thunder came, and Lin Feng's saber skills were unreasonable.

Relying on the tyranny of holy energy, directly destroying the water defense, a crazy dark force devoured the energy of the water droplets, Lin Feng's attack was fierce, Wu Qi's face was pale, and the disciples of the Xiaoxiang Sword Sect behind him stared wide-eyed. Seeing the instant rupture of the water barrier——

Puchi!

"Boom!" The flames of darkness enveloped Wu Qi's figure.

Blood splashed everywhere, and amidst the roaring sound, the powerful thunder dragon hovering in the sky jumped into the air, and the blade was invincible!

Wu Qi died tragically.

...(to be continued)