"A sword in the city is broken, and the heavens are jealous and the soul is cut off!"

In the eyes of countless gazes, I heard Xuanyuan break the formation roaring, and the figure suddenly ejected, spinning wildly, driving the rolling evil qi to rise into the sky, a sword soaring into the sky, like a sword god coming from the west, a sword slashed the void, and broke the mountains and rivers.

This sword, with the artistic conception of [Allure], [Heavenly Jealousy], and [Broken Soul] at the same time, is like the fall of a galaxy and the collapse of heaven and earth.

Thundered!

Xuanyuan's body rolled up a violent whirlwind in mid-air, and the golden sword light danced like ten thousand long whips, with a monstrous evil aura, reversing the air flow, dispersing the gangfeng, and sweeping towards Ling Feng overwhelmingly.

"It's good to come!"

Ling Feng roared wildly for a day, urging Ling Tian's sword momentum to the extreme, and the ten directions in his hand danced wildly, and a sword rose from the sky, frantically facing Xuanyuan's broken soul slash.

Boom Boom!

The furious sword qi filled almost every inch of the sword fighting platform, and the gang qi barrier around the sword fighting platform also appeared like a spider web crack again.

The sound of the long sword swinging, the sound of the strong wind rushing, the sound of the sword blades clashing, the sound of muscle piercing, and the sound of blood rushing continuously came out from the sword fighting platform, like a symphony of storms.

Ling Feng's body was constantly slashed by the sword qi swept by the soul-breaking sword of the Xuanyuan Breaking Formation, leaving behind a series of hideous bloody mouths, and he couldn't even stand on his feet completely, don't be defeated and retreat.

However, Ling Feng's eyes kept flashing with this essence light, allowing his body to be hit by the raindrops of sword qi and blood rushing, but he didn't even frown at all, but grinned and waved his long sword to continuously impact out.

(PS: Three moves are not equal to three swords, each move is a coherent routine, and only one move is counted after the fight.) ）

Fight! Fight!

Under the sword fighting stage, the sound of shouting and cheering had long since disappeared completely, and everyone watched the extremely tragic battle on the stage in amazement.

The splashes of blood were like blooming red lotuses, burning their eyes.

What is indomitable! What is fighting spirit!

At this moment, it seemed that something was burning in their hearts, and the blood in their chests was also boiling at this moment!

In the ring, the violent sword rain rolled up by Xuanyuan's "Peerless Three Styles" was far from over, and the fierce sword qi shot down, and the wounds on Ling Feng's body continued to increase.

Xuanyuan Po Formation's eyes also flashed with a hint of respect, but he would not show mercy because of this, this was an insult to Ling Feng, an insult to the dignity of his swordsman.

On the other side, Ling Feng was in the midst of the sword rain storm, the robes on his body had been shattered piece by piece, and his body was full of large and small wounds, dripping with blood, but it quickly scabbed under the terrifying recovery power of the Eight Desolations Body Forging Technique, and at first glance, his eyes were full of hideous and terrifying scars, which was shocking.

"Oh my God, I'm afraid that Ling Feng has at least a hundred wounds on his body!

"The wound under the left rib actually pierced the body directly!

"This is a real man! a real warrior!"

In the player's seat, Gu Tengfeng clenched his fists tightly, this battle was too tragic, could it be that he still couldn't defeat the undefeated legend of the Royal Sword Team after all?

Xue Xiaolin didn't look over, and couldn't bear to look at the scene on the stage anymore.

Lin Xian'er, Qin Wanwan, Ouyang Jing, Wang Yishan, Liu Yunfei......

Everyone stopped shouting and stared at the stage, such a situation, if it continues to be supported, Ling Feng, I'm afraid he will really die on the sword fighting platform!

In the camp of the Sword Team of the Middle Court, everyone was also frowning, and even Ling Feng was in such a desperate situation.

The Tianfeng Sword Team is completely hopeless!

Especially Yue Yunlan, she clenched her pink fists so tightly that she didn't even realize that her nails had pierced her palms, and in her heart, she didn't dare to hope for any miracles, so she could only pray that Ling Feng could walk out of the ring alive.

"Grandpa, what should I do, what should I do now?"

Deng Yongshi was still excited because of Ling Feng's hundred veins before, but who would have thought that Xuanyuan's last move to break the formation would be so terrifying, and it would actually suppress Ling Feng's terrifying momentum at the limit of the hundred veins.

"This kid ......"

General Deng narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "If he doesn't give up, the game won't be over." Hey, he's still too young, even if he is given another half a year, he can definitely defeat this Xuanyuan Breaking Formation head-on! But now, hey...... There is little hope!"

In the crowd, Yan Cangtian's heart was also suspended, and Ling Feng even opened the hundredth vein, and he couldn't imagine Xuanyuan's strength to break the formation, and it was actually terrifying.

"Ling Feng, have you really reached your limit?"

Yan Cangtian stared at Ling Feng's back, no matter whether he lost or won, he didn't want Ling Feng to pay the price of his life for this game.

......

On the sword fighting platform.

Ling Feng's long hair danced wildly, heroic and unparalleled, he tore off the broken robe stuck to his body with his backhand, and his topless body, his strong streamlined muscles showed an unparalleled visual impact in the afterglow of the sunset, and the large and small scars added a shocking feeling.

Allowed by the baptism of sword rain, Ling Feng stood proudly, constantly waving his long sword, his eyes faintly flashed with a trace of essence, in the confrontation with Xuanyuan Breaking Formation, he vaguely seemed to have captured something, and there was a trace of understanding in his mind, which became clearer and clearer.

However, the wounds on his body are also more and more, deeper and deeper, and they are simply shocking.

"Patience! Press, you must believe him!" Miyagi once again restrained Mu Qianxue's shot, and said in a deep voice: "Senior Sister Mu, your role is the most critical, now, we must believe in Ling Feng!"

Miyagi clenched his fists tightly, hating his powerlessness and not being able to fight side by side with Ling Feng and them.

But he has to be the calmest of them all, and only then can he see a glimmer of victory.

"Big brother!"

"Ling Feng!"

Jiang Xiaofan and Li Bufan couldn't help but let out a low sigh when they saw Ling Feng's tragic situation, but soon, their opponents attacked again.

"Hahaha, you still have the heart to care about others, give me death!"

The figure of the lone wolf approached like lightning, and Jiang Xiaofan, who had lost his sword weapon, was like a tiger with its teeth extracted, and could only be slaughtered by others.

Similarly, Li Bufan began to be powerless in the face of Yan Jinghong, who became more and more fierce in the war.

The load on Feng Lei's left arm for him was still too great after all.

"Assert ......"

The expression on Yan Jinghong's face has become extremely distorted, like a hideous demon, "What about the demon, what about the genius, it is he who is going to die here today!"

Countless frost storms came, Li Bufan could only barely dodge at the speed of the thunder explosion, his eyes were fixed on Yan Jinghong, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes: he could no longer hope that others would open up the situation, and he had to fight against the water!

(End of chapter)