Chapter 207 I Stroke the Immortal's Head, and My Palm Strikes Cut Off His Immortality!

Lin Fengmian was in the sky, with endless thunder pouring down, attracting everyone's attention.

And this mighty heavenly tribulation also attracted many people with ill intentions.

After all, generally speaking, there will be a relatively weak period after the breakthrough.

Now is the best time to kill people and rob treasures!

These people were staring at each other, waiting for Lin Fengmian to complete the breakthrough, and then they would go up to kill people and rob treasures.

Lin Fengmian shared his spiritual sense with Luo Xue at this moment. His spiritual sense was so powerful that he naturally saw through all this, but he didn't think it was a big deal.

The strongest of these people was only the Nascent Soul, and their auras were mixed, not strong people.

In his opinion, after the breakthrough, he would kill them like slaughtering dogs.

"Don't worry, everyone. I, Ye Xuefeng, will pass the tribulation and send you to see the King of Hell."

Many people in the forest cursed: "Arrogant boy, you don't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is!"

"Ye Xuefeng? This name sounds familiar."

"Familiar? It must be some arrogant guy who likes to talk nonsense!"

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Lin Fengmian stood in the air with thunder on his head. He took out a wine pot and drank a sip of mountain spring water. His laughter was wanton and arrogant.

"I think you are sick. I think you should see me like this."

Hearing this, everyone secretly clenched their weapons, ready to give this ignorant boy a blow.

However, some people looked at Jun Yunshang and others beside the ruined temple with fear, and they couldn't figure out their relationship with Lin Fengmian.

Jun Yunshang looked at the back of the wanton and chic figure in the tribulation, and couldn't help but feel a little shaken.

Ye Ling asked in disbelief: "Mr. Huang, is it really him? Could it be someone else pretending to be him?"

After all, it was too unbelievable to reach the Nascent Soul stage in a few days, and this person was wearing a mask.

Mr. Huang shook his head and said: "I remember the aura on him. It was not someone else pretending to be him, but Ye Xuefeng from Cannes!"

Guan Ming's eyes were helpless and desperate, as if Lin Fengmian's existence had hit his confidence.

"I thought I was already a child of destiny, but today I know that there are always people better than you. What a despairing talent!"

Mr. Huang also said in amazement: "I thought he would be weak after the Golden Core, but I didn't expect him to pass the tribulation and break through in three days."

"I underestimated this boy a little. Now I am curious about what realm he can reach!"

Others were amazed at Lin Fengmian's terrifying progress in cultivation. Jun Yunshang looked at Lin Fengmian with some sympathy.

"As he said, he doesn't want this kind of talent. He may just want an ordinary and peaceful life."

What Lin Fengmian said just now made her feel more guilty towards Lin Fengmian and the people of Cannes.

If it weren't for her, they would probably still be working from sunrise to sunset, right?

Zuo Yueting heard their conversation and looked at Lin Fengmian's figure, and the killing intent in her heart gradually rose and became stronger.

After all, anyone who has such a talented enemy will probably be unable to sleep at night.

The best way is to kill him in the bud.

When the thunder stopped, Lin Fengmian stood in the air, and became a Yuanying cultivator naturally, but he did not get the honorable promotion.

After all, he and Luo Xue shared a set of honorable positions, and they could be promoted without any obstacles before the Mahayana.

Looking at the stunned people below, Lin Fengmian smiled in his heart, and finally he didn't walk at night in brocade clothes.

But on the surface, he stood with his hands behind his back, as if what happened just now was not worth mentioning.

More than a dozen figures flew up from the surrounding forests, quickly swept towards Lin Fengmian, and the magic weapons in their hands were dazzling.

Only four of them were Yuanying cultivators, and the rest were Jindan peak cultivators, intending to pick up Lin Fengmian's big leak.

Among these four Nascent Soul cultivators, there is Zuo Yueting. Although she doesn't know whether what Lin Fengmian said is true or not, she will never let such an enemy grow freely.

Lin Fengmian raised an evil arc at the corner of his mouth and chuckled: "Do you really think I'm easy to bully?"

Luo Xue's physique seems to be very special. When the heavenly tribulation fell, he absorbed a lot of it.

So he didn't spend much energy on the tribulation at all. His cultivation is still at the peak, and there is no need to choose a noble position.

Although he has just broken through at this moment, he is not much worse than those who have broken through the Nascent Soul for a long time.

Seeing more than ten figures rushing over, Lin Fengmian snorted coldly, holding a long sword in his hand, and was not afraid.

Even though the other party has a large number of people and is powerful, he is now a Nascent Soul.

He has the sword inheritance of the Evil Emperor Jue and the Qionghua School, so how can he be afraid of these guys.

Lin Fengmian held a long sword high and silently chanted a spell.

Thunder in the sky!

The heavenly tribulation had not yet dissipated, and the thunder in the sky was attracted by the tip of his sword, hanging around him like a waterfall, jumping on his sword.

Lin Fengmian looked at everyone with cold eyes, waved his sword lightly, and said in a cold voice: "There are three million sword immortals in the sky, and they must all bow their heads when they see me."

Thunders were attracted by him and struck the people below, and only screams were heard.

Some Jindan cultivators were instantly chopped into charcoal, and the rest were also seriously injured, hiding from the thunder in a panic.

The four Yuanying cultivators, including Zuo Yueting, were not much better, and they tried their best to resist the thunder.

But what Lin Fengmian attracted was the thunder of the tribulation that had not dissipated between heaven and earth, which was much more powerful than ordinary thunder, making them extremely exhausted.

Lin Fengmian did not give them any time to breathe, and pinched the magic formula in his hand and said: "Sword rain that splits the sky! The art of attracting thunder!"

The long sword in his hand was divided into many, turning into a rain of swords pouring down.

The sword lights triggered thunder, like countless silver snakes, shooting towards the besieging monks.

Under the coordination of this terrifying thunder and sword light, all the Jindan realm cultivators, without exception, screamed and fell from the sky, dead and gone.

The four Yuanyings also suffered a lot, only Zuo Yueting avoided it far away due to her agile body movement, and was not hurt at all.

But the remaining three were not so lucky. One of them had a wood spirit root and was severely injured in an instant.

Lin Fengmian flew up with a sword and directly killed this person and took away his storage ring.

The other two did not expect that Lin Fengmian was actually a thunder spirit root. Knowing that they would not get any good, they turned around and left.

"Want to leave? It's not that easy!"

Lin Fengmian's figure turned into a residual shadow, and appeared behind one of them like a ghost.

The man threw a punch with his backhand, but it strangely passed through Lin Fengmian's body, as if it hit the air.

Lin Fengmian's figure dissipated on the spot, and when he appeared again, he was already behind the man.

This is the new skill brought to him by the Evil Emperor Jue, the Phantom Trace.

This movement was as fast as lightning, and there was even a shadow, real and fake, making it impossible to figure out.

Lin Fengmian pressed his palm on the head of the cultivator in the early stage of the Nascent Soul, and chuckled: "I touch the top of the immortal, and my palm falls to cut off the immortality!"

Thunder surged in his hand, and the extremely violent thunder poured into the man's head.

The man screamed and instantly turned into a charred corpse falling from the sky, and even the Nascent Soul did not escape.