The little boy of the Flying Heaven Clan didn't expect that he was not Lin Luo's opponent, his face was full of murderous intent, but at the same time, he was also jealous.

With a "whistling", he flapped his wings and rose into the air, coming to the mid-air of ten zhang, overlooking below.

The masters of all clans looked up at the little boy of the Feitian clan, and they all showed envy.

The Feitian clan has the blood of Feipeng, is born with wings, and his hands can be turned into hook claws, and his combat power is amazing.

Coupled with the advantage of being able to fly at will, even if you are invincible, you can get out calmly.

Throughout the Hundred Races Continent, no matter how the rankings of the major races changed, the Flying Race always occupied a place in the top three.

And over the years, the Feitian Clan has rushed to the first place in the hundred clans!

High in the sky, the little boy of the Flying Heaven Clan looked at Lin Luo coldly, and the killing intent in his eyes was very strong: "Boy, no matter how fast you are, can you go to the sky?"

"Heavenly?"

Lin Luo's eyes froze.

Even if it is through the Xuan Realm, it cannot fly into the sky, and at most it can use its body technique to take off for a short time.

Except for the races that are born with the talent of flying, the other races need to break through to the realm of heaven and man before they can step into the sky, and in an instant, they can run rampant in the world.

Lin Luo's expression, in the eyes of the little prince of the Feitian Clan, was a sign of weakness, and he suddenly said proudly: "Hahaha, give me death!"

He violently shook his wings, and slashed out sharp wind blades one after another, like a torrent suppressing down, the momentum was terrifying, and even ordinary quasi-kings felt their scalps tingle.

Lin Luo was silent, his legs were rooted in the ring like a pine, and he kept swinging the Qinghong Sword in his hand, his swordsmanship was extremely exquisite, and he accurately blocked all the wind blades.

In the eyes of everyone, it was not Lin Luo who swung his sword to block the wind blade, but it seemed that the wind blade took the initiative to meet Lin Luo's sword.

"Invincible Defense!"

The four altar guards on the stone pillar showed their shocked faces again.

"What a defense!"

The other would-be kings also saw that Lin Luo was extraordinary.

The powerhouses of all races who had lost to Lin Luo before also took a deep breath at this time, only to feel that Lin Luo was getting stronger and stronger, as if there was a bottomless pit and no limit.

"How is that possible!"

The little boy of the Flying Sky Clan was shocked.

I thought that I had the advantage of flying in the sky, but I could shoot with all my strength, and it didn't take a few moves to kill Lin Luo, but I didn't expect the other party to be so difficult.

If this continues, it will only turn into an impasse.

"Hmph, no matter how invincible and tight your defense is, this son can also break it!"

"Flying Claw!"

The little boy of the Feitian Clan finally stopped hiding and used the power of the Feipeng bloodline in his body.

In an instant, a flying Dapeng phantom with a wingspan of several feet appeared behind him, opening his mouth and letting out a sharp chirp, piercing through the golden stone.

"Wow!"

The masters of all ethnic groups covered their ears one after another, and those who were slightly weaker even bleed from their mouths and noses, making them uncomfortable.

Before the sound fell, the Dapeng Phantom swooped down, like a sharp sword, shrinking and condensing into a claw with a terrifying aura.

The power of this claw was terrifying, and even some kings who were hidden in the shadows frowned slightly.

Lin Luo was not afraid at all, and his fighting spirit skyrocketed.

He held the sword in his left hand, and his right hand shook, and the majestic blood breath exploded, turning into a blood-colored tiger claw, and the breath was equally shocking.

"Claws of the Blood Tiger!"

Lin Luo still used this bloodline secret method after all.

As soon as the tiger's claws came out, there was a sensation in the audience.

"Isn't this the secret method of the extinct Blood Tiger Clan, when did the Elf Clan learn it?"

"This son is incredible, he may have obtained the inheritance of the Blood Tiger Clan!"

The masters of all races shook in their hearts, and at the same time felt envy.

Seeing the two sharp claws colliding in the air, everyone was trembling.

Even the king in the dark took a deep breath and felt a hint of threat.

"Boom!"

The claws exploded, obliterating and fighting each other, forming a red-black cloud with a terrifying aura, and then exploding into a surging wave that shook the heavens and the earth.

When the dazzling light dissipated, everyone saw that the ring was already empty.

Lin Luo, gone!

"Hey, the genius of the elven clan is gone, could it be that he was defeated?"

The masters of all clans searched around, but they didn't see Lin Luo's figure.

High in the sky, the little boy of the Feitian clan stared at the ring, and when he found that it was empty, he was immediately relieved, and laughed wildly: "Hahaha, fighting with this son, you are still a little tender!"

He began to search for Lin Luo's figure.

Before he was sure that Lin Luo was defeated and fell into the ring, he would never rush to the ground.

However, even if the whole audience searched together, they still did not find any trace of Lin Luo.

Suddenly, the faces of the four altar guards with keen perception changed, and they suddenly raised their heads and looked into the depths of the heavenly dome.

There, there's a black dot that's rapidly magnifying.

"In heaven!"

Someone pointed to the sky and reminded loudly.

The little boy of the Flying Heaven Clan trembled, and hurriedly looked up at the sky.

A hundred feet above the ground, a figure fell from the sky, holding a sword in both hands, and slashed out a sword qi like a waterfall, the speed was so fast that it exceeded the reaction limit of most people.

This person is none other than Lin Luo!

After casting the claws of the Blood Tiger, he burst out with all his physical strength with the blinding light, rushing into the sky like a cannonball.

Coupled with the use of some borrowing techniques on the way, he rose step by step, reaching a height of more than 100 zhang, and after hovering for a while, he suddenly killed with a sword.

The little boy of the Flying Heaven Clan was frightened, flapped his wings, and immediately dodged.

But he has been locked by Lin Luo's spiritual sense, and he can't get out of it at all!

That sword aura, with a ruthless killing aura, cut off the left wing of the little boy of the Flying Sky Clan, and the blood splattered, staining the sky red.

"Ahh

The little princess of the Flying Heaven Clan, who had lost half of her wings, immediately lost her balance, was smashed in the back by Lin Luo's punch, and fell from more than ten feet in the air, like a meteorite falling in the ring.

"Click!"

A piercing bone pop sounded.

The back of the little boy of the Flying Clan was sunken, and a raised fist mark appeared on his chest.

Although he is not dead, he has been shattered and has been abolished.

"As I said, the power of your bloodline is good, I want it. ”

Lin Luo indifferently stepped on the back of the little boy of the Feitian Clan, and his hands changed thirty kinds of handprints in an instant, condensing into the ancient word "deprivation" and punching into the latter's body.

As Lin Luo made a gesture of withdrawing, a thumb-sized bird phantom fluttered its wings and let out a sharp chirp, desperately detached from the heart of the little boy of the Flying Sky Clan.

"Seal!"

Lin Luo released the power of the innate king's body, sealed the Feipeng bloodline, and classified it into the dantian.

The masters of all races looked at Lin Luo in amazement, and they all froze in place.

Today's battle is too shocking for them!

The little boy of the Flying Clan, who once won ninety-nine consecutive victories, was also defeated?

What's even worse is that Lin Luo actually deprived the other party of Feipeng blood!

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't have believed that this genius of the elven clan would dare to do such a bold thing.

The Flying Clan is currently the strongest clan!

And the little prince is the son of the contemporary patriarch, with extraordinary talent, he is a candidate for the future patriarch, and his status is respected, which can be described as the stars holding the moon.

However, he was deposed!

The sky of the Hundred Tribes Continent is about to change!

The masters of all ethnic groups changed color and regressed one after another.