Chapter 547: The Puppet's Might

In the face of the surging golden dragon with the sound of the ancient dragon roaring between the roars, Xuan Xuantong felt irresistible in his heart, and turned around and retreated.

"Where to go?"

Ling Feng's pupils were full of fierce light, and he licked his tongue, and the golden divine dragon condensed by the eight hundred ancient runes was peeled off at the moment, turning into golden veins in the sky, like a rainstorm pear blossom flying away.

"Ahhh

Xuan Xuantong suddenly let out a hysterical scream.

I saw that his whole person was pierced by eight hundred primeval rune holes, and the blood in his body was soaring, like a fountain, slowly scattered, staining the huge ground red.

"Ling Feng, you, why are you still able to move under the pressure of heaven and earth?"

A look of horror burst out of Xuan Xuantong's eyes, and he was full of remorse. He raised his fingers with difficulty, poked Ling Feng tremblingly, and then slowly fell to the ground, motionless.

Although the sect disciples and giants who supported the Ling family on the spot, as well as a group of elders of the Ling family, it was very difficult to even lift their feet under the pressure of heaven and earth.

But it doesn't affect their horror at the moment!

Especially Ao Bingyue, Ling Qin and the others had a look of disbelief in their eyes.

Ling Feng actually killed a half-step Divine Bridge powerhouse in seconds with a single finger?

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, you wouldn't have believed it even if you killed them.

They clearly remembered that a month ago, during the battle at the gate of the Shenwu Academy, Ling Feng's cultivation was worthy of breaking through the fourfold of the Juyuan Realm.

How could it be possible to cross four small realms in a row within a month. Reached the point of the eightfold of the Gathering Yuan Realm?

And what makes it difficult for them to accept is that Ling Feng, who has cultivated to Juyuan Eightfold, has the ability to kill the half-step Divine Bridge in seconds.

Proud of the Ice Moon. Lan Fang, Chu Soul Baguio, as well as Xiong Da, Xiong Er, Bald Kang and others are all worshipping in their eyes.

If it weren't for the scruples of being in the middle of a big battle, they would have been eager to roar out, 'Ling Feng, are you a normal human after all?'

Retreat to hundreds of feet away. I plan not to get involved in the battle in the Netherworld Valley, the Mountain Realm. Wanyue Sect, the elders of the Ice Jade Cave had a look of surprise on their faces, and at the same time, there was also a contemplative look in their eyes.

It is no exaggeration to say that Ling Feng is a peerless character. With their knowledge, they are also unique in their lives.

They all wanted to help Ling Feng and send charcoal in the snow, but what made them scruple was that Xie Cangsheng of the royal family and the eight envoys from the City of Heavenly Sounds were scruples.

If someone can settle these two forces, others such as the Wudian of the Martial Palace, the Heavenly Star Sect, and the Wuji Academy are not to be feared. They immediately turned back to Ling Feng.

The three elders of the Ling family, as well as Ling Qingzhu, were also very excited, and their hearts were full of pride.

At this moment. There are no words to describe the myth of Ling Feng.

But when he thought that Ling Feng and the others would still die tragically at the hands of the royal powerhouse, and they would have to be buried together, his heart couldn't help but sink.

No matter how good Ling Feng is, what is waiting for him?

"Ling Feng, you are really weird, you can't even help but have to rely on the coercion of this throne that heaven and man are one, and from heaven and earth. ”

Xie Cangsheng took care of his identity. He didn't make a move, but said to the group of people beside him, "Which of you is willing to kill Ling Feng." This kid's combat power is enough to kill the half-step Shenqiao Yuanshi in seconds, as long as the cultivation of the person who does it is in the Shenqiao realm, it is enough to easily wipe him out. ”

The Shenqiao Realm and the Juyuan Realm are an insurmountable moat, and no one has been able to break them since ancient times.

Everyone believes in this.

Because Ling Feng's combat power was extremely strong, the giants of the Dong family and the Zhang family had long been frightened, and they didn't dare to challenge at all.

And the thousands of family giants who had a grudge against Ling Feng boasted that they didn't have the ability to kill Ling Feng, so they dispelled the idea of challenging him.

The eight eminent envoys from the Heavenly Void City, because of their noble status, even if they had the idea of obliterating Ling Feng in their hearts, they would not make a move at this moment.

"Ling Feng, do you remember how my son Yang Wei died in the Tower of Babel?"

Yang Wude took a step aside, standing a few miles away from Ling Feng, chattering and sneering.

"Send you a word, the sins of heaven are forgivable, and people can't live for their sins, your son is looking for death by himself, what does it matter to me Ling?"

Ling Feng's eyes narrowed suddenly, bursting out with a touch of coldness.

"What a sharp-toothed brute, go down to the Yellow Spring to atone for my son's sins. ”

Yang Wude's body slowly rose up, and a strong power of life and death surged around him, forcing the huge imperial garden, half of which was lifeless, and the other half full of vitality.

The elders and disciples of the Ling family, as well as the powerhouses of the sect who supported Ling Feng to the end, all sweated for Ling Feng.

Breaking Xuantong Ling Feng can be killed, but Yang Wude, who is making a move right now, is a powerhouse of the Divine Martial Academy.

No matter how strong Ling Feng was, it was impossible for him to survive in his hands.

The powerhouses of these sects wanted to resist Yang Wude, but because they were under the pressure of Xie Cangsheng's heaven and earth, they couldn't move, so they could only watch Ling Feng die tragically at Yang Wude's hands.

Dao Sect's battle sword Tao's face was frosty, Xiao You, Lin Xinran had even seen the sad situation of Ling Feng's head bursting, and turned his face away, unable to bear to look directly.

Yan Pao values Ling Feng very much, but he is also a person who understands the general trend.

At present, the royal family obviously has the upper hand, and even if he supports Ling Feng alone, he is powerless to shake the situation, so he can only go with the flow.

Meng Lan's pretty beautiful eyes blinked, and her heart was also sad.

Although Ling Feng is a little cynical and hanging, it cannot be denied that his talent is indeed very high, and if he does not become a mortal enemy with the royal family, he may be able to become the pillar of Yu Lan Kingdom in the future.

Pity......

Things have developed to the point of no return, and there is simply no room for reversal.

Today, Ling Feng was destined to die in the imperial garden of the Lan royal family.

"Yang Wude, your cultivation should be around the fourfold realm of life and death, right?"

Ling Feng burst out loud: "Then give me death." ”

'Poof!' As soon as the hysterical voice fell, a half-arc of cold light suddenly flashed.

Yang Wude's fingers glowing with murderous intent stopped abruptly a few millimeters from Ling Feng's eyebrows.

A look of disbelief burst out of his eyes, and then a tingling pain spread up from his lower abdomen, forcing him to lower his head in shock, only to see a line of blood burst out from his lower body, and the whole person was like a piece of wood, split in half, and fell to the ground.

Falling to the ground, Yang Wude gathered his last strength, looked up, and with a sloppy gaze, he crossed the pool of scarlet blood and saw a human puppet standing in Ling Feng.

The puppet looked wooden, and on its stiff head was holding a gloomy scythe, the edge of the scythe pointed vertically downward, and drops of hot blood were constantly dripping to the ground, which was blood from his own body.

"Ling Feng, you, you ......"

Yang Wude raised his fingers, poked Ling Feng tremblingly, and then hung down weakly, completely dead. (