Chapter 2560

However, at the moment he turned around, Lin Feng gently raised his Fengtong sword and made a very simple chop.

"A sword."

Lin Feng spoke quietly.

When the sword was wielded, the strong wind of the whole world suddenly stagnated.

While a crowd in the state of watching the war, their pupils contracted.

"What's that?! It's impossible! "

The monks of youYou tianmingjiao family stared round in an instant.

In the middle of the air, the fierce wind dragon, which had been charging forward, was forcibly stopped by an invisible force. Not only that, the wind dragon was still twisting its body in situ and looked very painful.

"What's going on?"

The face of zhengyimeng friar who performed this sword move changed greatly. The scene in front of him was beyond his imagination.

He waved his flying sword in a panic, trying to control Jiaolong to continue charging.

However, the next moment, he found that the connection between himself and the top magic weapon flying sword in his hand had been cut off!

Just when he looked confused and forced, Jiaolong gave the answer he wanted.

Wind is colorless and invisible.

Only when Yuan Li is attached to the friar can we see its shape.

But at this moment, the Dragon condensed by the sword wind was forcibly split from the center and divided into two parts.

"This... This..."

The red fox of the puppet clan stared round and didn't fall off the stone.

As the little leader of the puppet sect, his vision is so high that there are countless young talents willing to associate with him on the yanxuan mainland.

Chihu happens to have a friend who is a Kendo genius. He is only over 500 years old and has reached the peak of fitness period. He was preparing for the robbery before he came.

However, even his friend, a famous Kendo genius in yanxuan continent, could not do this!

Red fox can't use sword, but he knows a lot about sword.

In his cognition, even if the condensed sword moves were scattered, there would not be such a strange situation in front of him.

He could clearly see the wind cut off by the waist, and the Dragon had not dissipated immediately after being penetrated by the sword.

How fast does this require? Before, he clearly saw that the speed of the sword from waving to completion was not fast, even a little slow.

"Why on earth?"

The red fox is completely messy.

He couldn't believe that a friar in the period of incarnation could have such terrible swordsmanship.

However, he could not help believing the scene in front of him.

Hoo Hoo.

Finally, with a gust of wind blowing, the Dragon condensed by the sword wind finally dispersed slowly.

Lin Fengshan, holding Fengtong sword, looked down at the friars of Zhengyi League and said faintly, "I said, you can't."

Under Lin Feng's gaze, the friar of Zhengyi League felt in a trance. There seemed to be countless detailed sword Qi in his eyes. His eyes hurt. When he couldn't help lowering his head, he realized that his action was inappropriate, gritted his teeth, raised his head and said angrily: "I don't believe it!"

With that, he would continue to draw his sword again.

But before the flying sword in his hand was raised, he saw Lin Feng gently lift the Fengtong sword in his hand. The tip of the sword pointed directly at the friar. His sleeve robe was windless and automatic. At the same time, his mouth opened gently: "broken."

Prick!

A sword Qi suddenly penetrated through the void.

The speed was very fast. As soon as the friars present reacted, they had reached the Friar's eyes.

The crisp voice sounded, followed by the Friar's scream.

The crowd looked, but they all took a breath of air-conditioning.

I saw that the tiger mouth of the friar of the Zhengyi League had burst, and the blood flowed down his wrist. His expression was very ferocious. The power of the sword shock made him suffer a lot.

The most frightening thing was the flying sword held by the friar.

Now, there is only one hilt left, and the beautiful blade has long disappeared.

"Younger martial brother!"

The two of Zhengyi League soon reacted. One guard stared into the air, while the other rushed to explore the severity of his injury.

However, after probing, the middle-aged monk looked completely gloomy, raised his head and said coldly, "your means are so cruel."

"How is he?"

Seeing the middle-aged man's face so ugly, the monk of zhengyimeng who monitored Lin Feng asked in a deep voice.

"All the bones of the arm were broken, and the bones were inside... Almost completely broken into debris. Even if you recover, it will have a great impact on your strength."

The middle-aged man said with suppressed anger.

Indeed, even if there is a pill for the living dead to grow white bones.

But is this pill so easy to refine? Moreover, the bone is a very key part of supporting the human body. Naturally, it is the best original product. If it is completely broken, even if it can be repaired, the bone will no longer be the same as before.

It can be said that Lin Feng's sword destroyed the foundation on the Friar's arm in a disguised form.

"What? So cruel? "

Hearing the speech, the monk of Zhengyi League also changed his face, and then looked bitterly into the air.

"Don't you want to kill me? Save face for your alliance leader? "

Lin Feng's face remained unchanged.

He never said he was a soft hearted person.

If the enemy wanted to kill him, Lin Feng would never be soft hearted!

After a pause, Lin Feng then said faintly, "with all due respect, your strength is not enough. It's too bad."

"Extremely arrogant!"

The two intact friars of Zhengyi League roared and rushed up to Lin Feng.

As soon as they start, they are their strongest killing moves.

Their strength is the ninth floor of the fit period, that is, the peak of the fit period.

It can be regarded as the strongest combat effectiveness faced by Lin Feng.

But now, Lin Feng doesn't think that these two people can pose too much threat to himself.

"Potential energy position, open!"

With a low cry, an invisible sword spirit centered on Lin Feng suddenly spread around.

At this moment, everyone watching the war below felt that Lin Feng seemed different at this time.

The vitality surging on his body shows that Lin Feng is still a monk in the later stage of God transformation.

But this kind of power is far beyond the comparison of friars in the period of God!

The two monks of Zhengyi League were also aware of this, but their anger had made them lose their reason and roared into Lin Feng's potential energy position.

This potential energy position is equivalent to Lin Feng's own field, and within the field, Lin Feng is the master!

In the air, the messy sword Qi is everywhere.

A large area of space cracks emerged from the air, and a crowd waiting for their eyelids to jump wildly.

They have tried before and can destroy the space here with their strongest attack.

But it is still impossible to break the space with a sword like Lin Feng.