Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

“What a coincidence. It's the first time I've seen a human martial artist in six months. I don't know what your blood tastes like. ”

Blood men, showing a brutal smile, turned into a blood light directly towards Ling Feng.

Five people on the scene, in his view, Ling Feng was also a little threatened, but it was just a little, the Emperor of Heavenly Martial Arts only, how many he killed.

“Go, I'll stop him first! ”

At first glance, Ling Feng realized that he was not his opponent, and repaired it to two levels short. The other side has triple heavenly martial arts emperor's cultivation, and is also the genius of the demonic realm royal family, the talent is certainly not low.

In the case of talented qualifications, Moo Yu became the only criterion for comparative strength, only one weight higher. Lingfeng still has the certainty to tie hands, which is double, that can only stick to 100 moves at the most.

However, if these brothers and sisters can escape far enough, they can withdraw after holding on to 50 moves.

Long knife out of the sheath, between the blood emission, Lingfeng one knife cut out, the sword swept between the blades, stirring the infinite wind.

This knife, unparalleled, derives the storm vision, and in the sky behind Lingfeng, there are nine bloody storms.

Boom!

The blood rolled over, the blood men appeared in shape, and the corners of the mouth spilled a little blood stain. Flying over a tombstone, his body flashed a shocking look in his eyes.

“Don't go, this demon warrior is not against Brother Feng! ”

Seeing this scene, Ling Feng's brothers and sisters Xi Daxi, thought that the blood man had been injured by Ling Feng, and actually killed him backwards.

“Come back!”

In this scene, Ling Feng can be frightened and shouted anxiously.

He gave 70% of his strength, but barely defeated each other at random, the gap was obvious. But these pupils and sisters, their eyes were too low, they didn't see anything.

“Interesting, lucky enough to meet a man of great pride. Your blood, I'm afraid it's delicious, will help me get another layer! ”

Above the tombstone, the blood man did not even look at it, and several people who flew towards him grabbed it with their hands at will.

Pfft, the two men who flew towards him were immediately caught through the chest. Both eyes open, painfully tangled face, no meditation.

Reaching loose, the two thumped and fell to the ground, completely without breath.

The other three were frightened and whitened and flew in different directions. Indeed, the blood man was left alone, and in his eyes there was only Ling Feng.

There is a wild ray of light in your eyes, just as animals see food, glittering with cold light.

“Not yet? Want to give your companions time to leave? Then you're too confident to take my five moves, which is your limit. ”

Blood men smiled coldly, with an extra long, bloody sword in their hands, sheathed, bloody swordlight, scattered heaven and earth, buzzing.

Boom, boom!

Along the way, a grave head exploded and the bones flew across the sky.

Blood men, turned into a blood line, with infinite swords, flying in swords.

This sword, coincidentally, does not work, is simply brutally exploiting its own speed and strength advantage to directly stab the heart of Mount Ling.

Between the flash, Ling Feng's cross knife blocked in front of his chest, and he flied out.

His arms were numb, he could barely hold the knife, and he looked at the blood man again, revealing a hint of fear in his eyes.

“Nice, take my 60% power sword, the knife hasn't fallen. If you let me do this to you, with your talent, it's not necessarily your opponent. ”

A man of blood, with a sword in his hand, said unnecessarily.

Clang

Ling Feng recognized the status quo, discovered the tragedy, underestimated the strength of the person in his own eyes, flashed a little determination in his eyes, turned around and left.

“Can you escape?” Blood men flashed a glimmer of teasing in their eyes, not slowly following.

One after the other, the other fleeing, the blood-blooded man is totally playing Ping Feng. Always giving him a glimmer of hope, in the fierce extinction, but for half an hour, Ling Feng has already been bruised, exhausted and overwhelmed.

“Hahaha, don't run away and cook my food, I will make you die without any pain. ”

Blood-blooded men, laughing wildly and blushing, look particularly horrible in this endless graveyard.

“Hate, if you're giving me a year, where do I need to be in such a hurry! ”

Ling Feng spit out a breath of blood, looking at this endless grave, creating a desperate mood. He has just become emperor. His glory has just begun. In the midst of the golden world, he still has to show his head. Are we really going to bury him here?

“Where did I go? ”

In panic, Ling Feng suddenly felt a shock, a chill, sweeping all over his body.

He turned his head and saw a pair of bloody lights flashing over the graves around him, very much like what...

“Blood Crow! ”

When he woke up, he was almost paralyzed. The glittering blood was the eyes of the blood crow. A pair, tens of thousands, all staring at him.

“Shit, I'm running to the bloody crow's nest. No, the bloodraven's nest, east of town, west of town. The ravens here, they're all motionless. ”

Soon, his mind was sharp, and he discovered something strange about the place.

If you look closely, you'll find the ravens here, as if they were tamed. Staring at him, he didn't move, like he was afraid to disturb anyone.

Tinker Bell! Tinker Bell!

With the breeze blowing and the wonderful sound of a wind chime floating.

“What's that sound? ”

Between the glare shots, Ling Feng looked in the direction of the source of the sound, which revealed that the corners of a chariot could be seen in the surroundings of several graves ten miles away.

Wind chimes, as if coming from this chariot.

Whispering, a gust of wind sounded in the back, but the blood man chased after him. Ling Feng couldn't help but accelerated his footsteps and ran in the direction of the chariot.

Pure black chariots covered with quadratic curtains, engraved with a pattern on top of the curtains, through the gap of the curtains, you can see a person in the cinema.

On top of the two sides of the chariot, three knives each are inserted, a total of six handles, in different shapes. It looks so simple, just like the decoration of the chariot itself, so natural.

But Lingfeng position knife, the first time, I felt the extraordinary things about these six knives, all of them divine soldiers!

Looking forward, where the driver was supposed to be, in the middle of the chariot, a knife exiting the sheath was inserted. Forward were two black stallions, tied with reins and quietly lowered their heads.

“Seven knives, each one divine! ”

Ling Feng was shocked by his discovery. He felt a glimmer of hope. He hurriedly said: "Seniors are Kunlun Wujian, seniors Ling Feng, are being hunted down by a demonic royal son, and asked seniors to save him. ”

ding ding dang!

The sound of the wind chimes became louder, Ling Feng, which discovered what the sound of the wind chimes was, distinguished by the knife sounded by seven divine soldiers in trembling.

“Did someone who couldn't even protect himself save you? ”

The blood man who came all the way flashed a hint of arrogance and disdain in his eyes, sarcastically. In the Kunlun kingdom, he met many people pretending to be ghosts, and he didn't know how many people he had killed.

“Don't believe me? Then I'll kill the man who pretended to be a god and play the devil first. I'm here to pick up your Jianming! ”

The blood man vacated and flew with a sword, ready to chop to the black chariot.

At the moment of his rise, the wonderful wind chimes stopped. The knife in front of the chariot, buzzing, bounced out.

A dazzling knife flashed, cutting the sky's million-mile blood cloud in half, and the dazzling knife lit up this dark space.

Surprisingly full of blood crows screaming, fluttering, crows squealing, wings spreading.

By the time the knife light disappeared, Ling Feng opened his mouth. Unbelievably, the head of the blood man had been directly chopped off.

The flying knife, rubbing, re-inserted into the chariot, banging, the corpse of the blood man also exploded in a flash.

The knife was so fast that before the blood man could reach the ground, he was blown into a bloody mist by the inside knife.

Ling Feng couldn't close his mouth in surprise. Looking back, the knife did not stain a trace of blood.

ding dang dang, long knife trembling, crisp and cold wind chimes, sounding again.