"Boom!" Ling Feng's eyes seemed to burn with murderous intent, and his face was full of coldness. He stared slightly, a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth, and snorted softly.

As the word 'explosion' sounded, a huge valley, countless peach blossoms shook, and strands of energy continued to overflow and spread.

When that terrifying energy was brewing to the extreme, suddenly, a dazzling pink light burst out. At this moment, all the sword qi peach blossoms burst open, turning into pieces of sharp blades, and their edges were exposed.

Whoa.

Countless pink blades burst out, stabbing at the figures who had no time to retreat.

"Ah, ah~~" The screams resounded throughout the sky, and several Nirvana Realm powerhouses at the center of the explosion were directly pierced into a honeycomb shape by tens of thousands of blades, and terrifying blood holes emerged.

Ling Feng's body retreated violently, and his eyes looked far away, only to see that the space was completely filled with peach blossom petals, and this scene looked a little charming.

It's just that, in the eyes of others, this is not beauty, but a huge tomb.

Figures burst out from the petals in the sky, and the warriors who escaped at this moment were all covered with tattered clothes, with countless peach blossoms stuck up and down their bodies, and blood was constantly flowing.

Although it is said that this move 'Ten Thousand Flowers Bloom' is very powerful, after all, the strength of the Ling Feng is only in the early stage of the Nirvana Realm, so it is not as powerful as imagined.

The martial artist who had managed to escape looked at Ling Feng again, his eyes already with fear. A little boy has such an ability, if he grows up, then he will have it?

If Ling Feng at this moment had the cultivation of the peak of the Nirvana Realm, and then he used such a sword technique that shocked the earth and wept ghosts and gods, he would not think that most of the dozens of powerhouses of the Nirvana Realm would die.

"Alas, it's too weak after all!" Ling Feng shook his palm, his dark eyes looked at the more than forty figures with vague breath, and couldn't help but sigh.

If his strength could be stronger, I am afraid that these people standing in front of him would not have ten fingers.

Killing seven powerhouses of the Nirvana Realm with one move, he was still not satisfied. Hearing Ling Feng's sigh, everyone present took a deep breath, and looked at Ling Feng's gaze and couldn't help but have a hint of reverence and fear.

"Big brother, be careful!" In the distance, Bai Xue'er looked at this scene, the worry on her face decreased a little, she clenched her fists tightly, and frowned slightly. Huangfu Ke and Jin Kui showed a touch of shock on their faces, and they were immediately occupied by a thick look of worry again.

Such a powerful blow cannot seriously damage the enemy, and if there is no more powerful means, I am afraid that the opponent will attack more fiercely.

The young man's face changed drastically, and he looked at Ling Feng from afar, who was invincible in the formation, and his eyes flashed with murderous intent. Then he snapped his fingers and shouted, "You two go and take him down." ”

As soon as the words fell, the two old men who had been standing silently outside the formation raised their heads slightly, looked at Ling Feng's place with godless eyes, and said at the same time: "Yes!"

Then, the figures of the two flashed, and they had already appeared a hundred feet away.

"Be careful, someone has made a move!" the little demon's voice sounded in time.

Ling Feng looked in the southwest direction, and there were two figures of decaying wood in his field of vision, one wearing a black robe, and the other wearing a gray sleeved robe. The two of them seem to be quite old, and there is a faint trace of death on their bodies, and they are both as thin as dry wood, and their eyes are deep.

However, the aura emanating from them was quite terrifying. That level seems to be far beyond the level of Nirvana, but it has not reached reincarnation!

"Nirvana Five-Layer Peak!" Ling Feng's gaze froze, and his face became heavy. A strong man of this strength, even with a martial artist in the Reincarnation Realm, has the power to fight, if he really wants to attack him, Ling Feng has no chance of winning.

It is no exaggeration to say that the forty or so powerhouses of the Nirvana Realm in front of him are no match for them with a finger. Although it is said that the cultivation of the martial artists who encircled and suppressed Ling Feng had all reached the Nirvana realm, most of them were only cultivators in the middle of Nirvana, and they could not pose a fatal threat to him.

And the current two powerhouses at the peak of Nirvana are different, their strength is infinitely close to reincarnation, and if they shoot together, he has almost no chance to resist.

"There are such old monsters hiding here, why didn't you say it earlier?" Ling Feng's face was solemn, and he couldn't help but complain.

The little demon hesitated for a moment and asked rhetorically, "You want to know?"

"Nonsense!"

"Well, let's tell you the truth, around the valley at this moment, there are at least ten such strong people hidden!" the little demon said helplessly.

Rumble..

Ling Feng only felt a buzz in his mind, and it went blank for an instant. So many powerhouses are here for the Falling Flower Sword and the Red Star Source, which shows that the attraction of this divine object is great. It wasn't until this moment that he understood that without enough strength, what a tragic thing it was to get a fetish, and if he was not careful, he would even have to lose his life.

"Boy, the old man sees that you have a good talent, if you hand over the artifact, I will leave you with the whole corpse!" A black light and a gray light flickered, and it had already appeared in front of Ling Feng.

The skin on the faces of the two old men seemed to be stiff, without any expression. Their deep-set eyes slowly lifted, looked at Ling Feng, and spat out a sound.

Hearing the first half of the sentence, Ling Feng was disdainful in his heart. Secretly saying that if you want to be a disciple less, it's a dream. However, when the old man finished the second half of the sentence slowly, he couldn't help but want to spit out a mouthful of blood.

If everyone is dead, do you still need to care if it is a whole corpse? Immediately, the corners of his mouth curled, and he smacked violently, and said arrogantly: "Old fellow, do you know the identity of Ben Shao, and you dare to say such wild words without inquiring?"

Hearing this, everyone was shocked. Even the ghost son couldn't help but cast his gaze, guessing Ling Feng's identity in his heart.

At a young age, he reached the cultivation of the Nirvana realm. With such a terrifying talent, it stands to reason that its identity and background should be quite terrifying.

Even the two powerhouses at the peak of the Nirvana Realm couldn't help but flash a fine light in their cloudy eyes, and they couldn't help but say, "What is your identity, could it be that you are also from the upper country?"

If Ling Feng was also a person sent by the superior country to fight for the divine artifact, they would have no reason to attack the former, otherwise it would definitely cause a sect or even an imperial war.

"Count you smart!" Ling Feng snorted coldly, taking advantage of the other party's momentary loss of consciousness, and swept away in the direction of the ghost child.

"Stupid, he's playing with you!" Above the formation, the young man was so angry that his nose was crooked, and he couldn't help but curse angrily.

Only then did the two of them react, and then chased after Ling Feng with murderous intent. Their old faces were slightly red with anger because they were played and scolded.

The ghost son looked at Ling Feng flickering, his face was frightened, and he secretly said that it was not good, and disappeared in a blink of an eye. Ling Feng sneered, directly threw the Falling Flower Sword to Yan, and shouted:

"Death, you have an amazing comprehension of the way of the sword, as the saying goes, the sword is given to the hero, if you really like the falling flower sword, why not give it to you today?"

(End of chapter)