Ling Qingfeng summed up the essence and lessons of the battle, and at the same time integrated the martial arts moves in his mind, whether it was the earth martial arts, or the realm cultivation learned in the Central Continent, only after the real life and death struggle, in the kind of tense battle where it was possible to die every second, could it truly be integrated, the spiritual sense was one, and it turned into combat instinct.

After a while, Ling Qingfeng took a deep breath, and the eight-handled demon soldiers above his head appeared again.

These eight demon soldiers are his most lethal skills so far, and after the battlefield fight just now, the killing intent on these eight demon soldiers is much stronger, and even the color has become closer to the substance.

The Blood Blade Spider Demon Knife was still the head of the eight demon soldiers, with the heaviest murderous aura and the most dead souls under the knife, under the leadership of this knife, the spiritual consciousness of the other seven demon soldiers also conveyed to Ling Qingfeng their thirst for killing and blood.

The spiritual consciousness of these eight demon soldiers was in Ling Qingfeng's sea of consciousness, and although they only had vague instinctive consciousness, they were already able to convey some basic intentions.

"Listen, don't always look like you're not full, although you are the spirit of weapons, but don't always be driven by instinct, this will only make you stupid and stupid! If you want to have your own consciousness, you have to get rid of the killing instinct and generate other thoughts, so that there will be a difference! Do you understand? ”

Ling Qingfeng didn't care whether these demon soldiers could understand it or not, but still passed on his thoughts according to his own understanding, just like teaching ignorant children how to behave.

The eight demon soldiers turned into qi soldiers, constantly flying and circling above Ling Qingfeng's head. Sometimes they collide with each other, sometimes they blend with each other. Just like a few little kids, having a lot of fun.

Ling Qingfeng ignored them. Instead, he carefully sorted out what he had learned in his chest, and recalled in his mind the state of mind of the epiphany on the battlefield, his heart was like a mirror, and all the martial arts were melted into his heart.

When he opened his eyes and looked at the world again, he found that it was completely different.

The little grass that dances in the wind. The big tree with intertwined branches and leaves, in his eyes, all turned into different moves, exquisite and extraordinary, as if the whole heaven and earth, every grass, every tree, every flower and every leaf, all turned into martial arts moves, which can be attacked and defended.

As far as the eye can see, the grass rabbit running on the hillside. Kick your legs with a kick; The bamboo rat's head that came out of the grass hole, with a flexible turn, turned into a martial art that could be used for reference in Ling Qingfeng's eyes.

All of a sudden. Ling Qingfeng had forgotten all the martial arts he had just sorted out, and he couldn't remember a single move and a half.

All kinds of strange thoughts in my heart are like weeds, crazy breeding.

There are no rules. It's not a circle. But why should I draw a circle?

What does Fang Yuan represent? Round? Who said that heaven and earth are round?

I am my own heaven and earth, and heaven and earth are in my heart!

There are no swords. No punches, no moves. I am the knife and the sword, I am the fist and the kick, I can fight as I want!

In an instant, a realization flashed in Ling Qingfeng's heart, like lightning piercing the sky, which happened to be captured by the camera.

He suddenly stood up, punching and kicking, without the slightest wind or any internal strength, like a madman in the countryside waving and kicking indiscriminately.

But there is a sense of naturalness in his movements, just like the wind blowing the leaves, like the flowing water rushing over the rocks, merging with heaven and earth, without the slightest sense of disobedience, as if it should have been.

Suddenly, the wind rose. The coolness is blowing, which is a natural wind, but it is different from ordinary natural winds.

A large amount of Heaven and Earth Yuan Force between the mountains and rivers automatically converged towards the position where Ling Qingfeng was punching, and this convergence was not forcibly controlled by the realm of the Peerless Strongman, but a natural attraction, so the wind was formed.

Those little birds and beasts in the forest also looked for their instincts in a daze, and they all gathered around Ling Qingfeng. The branches were densely packed with small birds of different colors, pecking each other to comb their feathers, and the beasts on the ground were very quiet, squatting or sitting, and carnivores and herbivores lived together in peace.

All the birds and beasts are enjoying this set of punches played by Ling Qingfeng, enjoying the life energy brought by this set of punches, this is the origin of life, this is the essence of energy, or the evolution of energy from low to high level.

Click!

At this moment, the sound of half of the dead branch being trampled off by footsteps suddenly came to my ears, although the sound was light, but it broke the harmonious coexistence of the entire mountain forest.

The flow of vitality between heaven and earth came to an abrupt halt, dissipated into the invisible again, and restored its original order. The birds on the branches of the forest chirped and flew into the sky, with the image of flying separately when the catastrophe came, and the beasts on the ground suddenly regained their wildness, some ran, some chased, and re-interpreted the law of the jungle of the jungle.

Ling Qingfeng retracted his fist and opened his eyes.

Not far away, on the hillside, a young man appeared.

The young man was not good-looking, with black skin, short, flat hair, and a tall and low figure, which belonged to the kind that was immediately invisible when thrown into the crowd.

This person was wearing the clothes of a grassland soldier, and he was carrying a Barrett heavy sniper on his shoulder, and when he saw Ling Qingfeng, he smiled brightly at him, revealing Bai Sensen's good teeth.

It seemed that this person should be a grassland sniper, but when Ling Qingfeng and this person looked at each other, they were suddenly shocked, and there was a feeling that the whole person's heart was empty, as if everyone had seen through it from body to soul.

The young grassland soldier jumped lightly down the hill and walked towards Ling Qingfeng.

His smile is very calm, his eyes are very special, clear and translucent, like a vast ocean, no, it should be wider than the sea, it is simply a deep starry sky.

How can humans have such special eyes? Ling Qingfeng's back tingled, and he faintly felt a little frightened in his heart.

"Lord Aman, it's a pleasure to meet you!" The young man shrugged his shoulders and smiled.

It was still the tone of the steppe soldier, but his expression was too perfect, and there was even a hint of tease in his smile.

Ling Qingfeng's hair exploded all over his body, and the eight-handled demon soldiers immediately appeared above his head, ready to attack, and there was an explosion around his body, launching the tortoiseshell Xuangong, forming a protective armor outside his body.

Fully armed, as if facing a great enemy, the spirit and will of the whole person suddenly climbed to the top.

Because Ling Qingfeng had already discovered that the young man in front of him, his identity and appearance did not match at all, and this person was very likely to be the strongest person he had encountered since he entered the Central Continent!

"Huh! I found out so quickly, and I really deserved to be the kid who inherited the "Cloud Body Domination Technique"! Can you tell me how such a weapon was made? ”

The black-skinned young man reached out and took off the Barrett heavy sniper on his shoulder, skillfully pulled the bolt, flat-ended the gun, and then aimed the muzzle of the black hole at Ling Qingfeng.

With Ling Qingfeng's current cultivation, he was not afraid of the power of Barrett's heavy sniping, but when this gun was held in the hands of this dark-skinned young man, it made him feel an extremely strong sense of oppression, if he didn't answer his question, he would probably die!

"That's not right! It is impossible for this gun to put such pressure on itself, it must be this person, who is this person in the reh? How can there be such a strong force! It can even affect my heart! Ling Qingfeng secretly complained in his heart, and the more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became.

"If you don't say it, I'm going to shoot! With your current realm cultivation, most of you can't dodge it, and you won't be able to block this shot! The dark-skinned young man smiled faintly.

Countless thoughts quickly turned in Ling Qingfeng's mind, but there was an intuition in his heart that kept reminding himself that he was right, as long as he fired, I wouldn't be able to dodge this shot, and I would be killed!

On the one hand, he knew that Barrett's power could not kill him, and on the other hand, he was constantly warned by his intuition, and this feeling of understanding reality and intuitive judgment was diametrically opposed, which was very torturous.

Ling Qingfeng knew that the root of all this was in this young man who had come out of nowhere, but he couldn't find a way to get rid of it.

"Who the hell are you?" Ling Qingfeng secretly accumulated strength, and since he couldn't avoid it, he could only take a risk. "You don't have to guess my identity, the person standing in front of you is indeed your ancient sword clan, but I have taken away my body. I have read his memories and know that you are not really from the Ancient Sword Clan, and that you and your companions have brought such exquisite weapons to the Ancient Sword Clan, which are not something that the craftsmen of the Central Continent can produce! Where are you from? And what is the purpose? “

Ling Qingfeng's face froze, and he said solemnly, "You are the legendary Broken Great Sage?" Long admiration, long admiration, awesome! Terrible! In fact, if you want to trace the source of these weapons, you don't have to worry about my little brother and me, there is a better place to go. Among the demon army, there are many flying soldiers, and they all have metal boxes hanging around their waists, and the craftsmanship of those boxes is even more exquisite, and even we can't make them! It's worth studying! “

After saying that, Ling Qingfeng's expression became grinning, it was not that the pressure that this person gave him was reduced, but that he had to find ways to adjust this pressure and let himself relax before he had the opportunity to fight with this person. "Haha! Hahaha! The dark-skinned young man suddenly let out a loud laugh, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, and the laughter shook the surrounding woods, and large fallen leaves fell down. You slippery boy, you actually want to lead the troubles to the head of my god clan, but you don't know my identity! It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous! The dark-skinned young man laughed wildly and said loudly.

(To be continued.) )