A flash of ecstasy flashed in the heart of the mad handsome! Maybe this stroke of genius will change the tide of battle.

Even if it is a ground-level master, the Heavenly Spirit covers the punch of the innate master's full strength, and I am afraid it will not be able to bear it.

Shout! The sword light rises to the sky! The joy of the crazy handsome only lasted for half a second, and he felt that his body really flew.

With a single sword, Duan Yue was forced to change direction, and the knife momentum, knife intent, and knife strength all rushed into the air.

The old man was very depressed, this knife was a last resort, because even he didn't dare to try to be punched on the Tianling cover by the innate master, so he had to use the knife that had been built up on the crazy handsome.

The sword light is magnificent, like a waterfall rolling upside down, flying straight up to 3,000 feet.

The poor madman has been straight up all his life, and the only time he cheated on the enemy, he was cut to pieces, and it was not much different from the big dismantle.

This tragic scene made Ghost Shuai tremble, and he finally understood how big the gap between the innate and the ground level was! The fat man just now was really a congenital demon, and he was able to fight the old man a few times before he fell behind.

The ghost handsome was already frightened, and he didn't dare to make another move on the old man.

The old man didn't even turn his back from beginning to end, sensing that the momentum of the ghost handsome was weakening, and he didn't even bother to kill him.

The old man's attention has always been on the fat man after the transformation, and he has never left.

With this block from the mad handsome and the ghost handsome, Ling Qingfeng finally got through the difficult three breaths.

My body was still in pain, but I was able to move.

His body moved slightly, and the old man suddenly felt a sense of panic. Something feels wrong!

Although he didn't know what would change. But things did leave their own hands. The old man doesn't like this feeling of being full of variables!

Disheveled! Bang! Ling Qingfeng's body moved, using his hands and feet at the same time. The first time it swept up obliquely, and the whole person was extremely ugly. But at the nearest distance, he fell into the pool of clear water, and successfully splashed a large ball of water.

The old man immediately understood that this golden master looked silly along the way, but in fact, he was full of wisdom and was extremely clever.

He clearly wanted to use the amplification effect of the Dongxuan Blessing Water, and he had already thought of these the moments he was hit, and then deliberately threw himself down to the edge of the Dongxuan Pond with the force of being slashed out by the sword. Sure enough!

Crash! Ling Qingfeng stood up from the pool water, and as soon as he got up, the pool of clear water suddenly lost most of it.

I don't know if he was absorbed by his huge and bloated body, or if he was weighed down by this fatal weight.

Anyway, that pool of clear water, after Ling Qingfeng stood up, there was not much left.

Every wound is still scorching, but the surging power can be clearly felt in the body, and it has been increasing, as if there is no upper limit.

Ling Qingfeng had a faint feeling. The abnormal increase in this kind of strength is, on the one hand, the effect of the Cave Xuan Fushui, and on the other hand, it is likely to be related to the mental power that the Purple Jade Zen Master has injected into his body.

Zen Master Ziyu has practiced raising his hand for more than 20 years and has never let go. On the surface, it seems to be a simple action that everyone can do, but the key lies in this persistence and the mental strength gained from more than 20 years of hard work. made a wedding dress for Ling Qingfeng, once it broke out. It's really strong to the extreme.

Ascetic monks like Zen Master Ziyu have cultivated their bodies to a level that others can't understand. The practice method is at the top, they just lack the fighting style, so the combat effectiveness is mediocre, but it is different when it comes to Ling Qingfeng.

The old man was ready to fight, and for the first time regarded his cheap apprentice as a serious opponent.

"The speed with which your realm has grown has greatly exceeded my expectations. To be honest, I'm a little sorry! It's a shame for a genius-type martial artist like you to die in such a place! I'll give you one last chance, as long as you surrender to me! I don't want to kill you! ”

The old man talked eloquently, making it impossible to tell whether he really cherished his talents, or used this kind of psychological warfare to weaken the apprentice's fighting spirit.

Ling Qingfeng is clear-minded, he has not wavered at all, the other party is not friend or foe, and the means are endless, if he doesn't play with his life at this time, once he is controlled by others, it is really good to die and never be born!

"Old man! Actually, we have no grudges, and I am very grateful to you for bringing me out of Manchester City! I've said it a long time ago, I just want to come out and enjoy this fancy world, and nothing else has anything to do with me. ”

"Otherwise, get out of the way and let me go! I promise not to say anything, and I will never get in your way! Let's go to the sky, go our own way, and we don't have to fight here to live or die, what do you think? ”

Knowing that the old man would never let himself go, Ling Qingfeng was still full of nonsense, his purpose was very simple, to delay time, what if the rescuers arrived in time?

"Huh! This guy is so slippery, how can I be willing to let you leave me? You don't have to think nonsense, there are only two paths in front of you, one is to obediently eat the blood sea of evil flowers, we are still good masters and apprentices, and the other is to die, there is no third way to choose! ”

The old man issued an ultimatum, but in fact, when the two were talking casually, he had already finished accumulating his strength and was ready again.

The momentum on Ling Qingfeng's body had also climbed to its peak, and he even had an extremely subtle feeling that made him eager to try.

Who said that hierarchy must be unsurpassable, and since the rules are made by people, why can't I make the rules? I prefer to say, the innate can win the ground level! My life is up to me!

Ling Qingfeng had a faint realization in his heart, as if he had grasped something very important.

A leaf is blind, and you can't see Mount Tai! Everyone in this world is the same! Removing the leaf in front of you is the process of seeing clearly.

What is mental strength? I can't see it, I can't touch it, I can't even feel it, but it still exists, and it changes people's destiny in the dark!

Ling Qingfeng suddenly chose to close his eyes, and with the most pious intentions, he put on a punching posture.

In this punch, there is the surging physical strength of the innate master, which integrates the dark energy and the fist intent, and more importantly, there is a never-say-die heart in this punch, waiting for the arrival of the stone break!

All the old things came to mind, and then disappeared one by one like broken bubbles, and these miscellaneous things were like dust, constantly being swept away, and the spiritual platform became more and more clear.

The old man stared at his cheap apprentice, and he didn't understand the other party's current realm more and more, obviously he only had the cultivation of the innate initial realm, but he faintly gave himself a sense of oppression, and this sense of oppression did not come from the strength of the body, but the impact of the soul.

The old man snorted coldly, and finally waved the dragon head mad knife in his hand.

As the blade pointed, a column-shaped sword formed by the compression and condensation of innate true qi shot out of the air, stabbing straight towards Ling Qingfeng's location.

Where the cylindrical blade force passed, there was a continuous thumping sound in mid-air, which was a sonic boom when the air was torn apart at high speed.

When the air is squeezed by the knife, it has an empty effect, and the trajectory of the air movement can be seen almost with the naked eye.

Such a shocking effect has reached the exhaustion of manpower. Among the hundreds of millions of people in this world, there are only a few dozen people who can reach this state with their bare hands.

He didn't even blink an eye, the cylindrical knife strength had already hit the front door, and although Ling Qingfeng didn't open his eyes, he could feel the oppression of the face being blown by the strong wind.

He just exhaled lightly, sank his waist and misplaced, and deviated his head and neck from the side.

Sou! Disheveled! The cylindrical knife grazed Ling Qingfeng's forehead and shot at the rock wall behind him, making a crisp sound.

The power of Duan Yue actually pierced a deep hole the size of a bowl in the rock wall ten meters away, and this kind of means and power are no different from the individual portable laser cannon in science fiction works.

But even the old man didn't expect that someone would be able to avoid this trick, and he used a move that even elementary school students would do, squatting on a horse.

Ling Qingfeng seemed to be an unpredictable prophet, just squatted down and avoided the column-shaped knife energy that was shooting at high speed.

The old man's brows furrowed, he didn't understand how the other party did it, but he didn't believe that anyone could do it again.

Lifting his breath and concentrating, the power in the old man's body quickly condensed, ready to launch Broken Yue again.

At this moment, Ling Qingfeng finally opened his eyes and threw a straight punch.

This punch hit the old man from a distance of almost six meters.

The air between the two of them was like calm water, drawing ripples layer after layer.

The old man doesn't understand, what is this kid doing?

No one's punches can hit that far! Even if you are a congenital master, you can't do it!

The strength of the fist is not as strong as the knife, and the knife strength is light and sharp, so the farther the attack, the greater the damage.

The fist is condensed but not dispersed, and the distance is a little farther, even if it hits the enemy, it has no lethality. Hitting the body is similar to the power of an ordinary person's punch.

Not to mention the old man, even if he is an ordinary practitioner, standing still and receiving a punch from an ordinary person, there is no.

Bang! Ling Qingfeng's fist power consumed too much power in mid-air, and when it arrived in front of the old man, it was not much stronger than a breeze.

So the old man didn't dodge, nor did he block, but just let this fist, or fist wind, gently blow on his chest.

At best, it's just a sound. The old man suddenly felt a little funny, he would actually be like a great enemy in front of such a stinky boy who didn't know anything, he had just advanced to the innate level, and he didn't know how to use the innate true qi at all, everything before was just a bluff!

Even if his reflexes were sharp and prescient, what if he could dodge Xuan Yue's blow? You don't have to think about it so much at all, just swing the knife and cut him! Playing hand-to-hand combat, this kid simply doesn't have enough combat experience!

The old man figured out this truth, and a cruel smile finally appeared on the old face.

Ling Qingfeng opened his eyes and withdrew his fist, he had done his best to do what he could, and then it would be up to him to see the result. (To be continued......)