"No, we have to find a way to kill this kid, this guy is really too weird, with this cold sword technique, he can still perform such a domineering flame attack. The Netherworld Son was secretly calculating in his heart, and he found that he was really a little sitting in the well and watching the sky, and underestimated the people of the world.

This period of Ling Feng's strength is not as strong as his body, so strong that he is suffocated.

If this Ling Feng was really a martial artist of the Transformation God Realm, even if he was not a martial artist at the peak of the late stage of the Transformation God Realm, as long as he was the strength of the Transformation God Realm, it would not seem difficult to kill him.

The current Netherworld Holy Son, he regretted a little, regretted, he shouldn't have branched out the disciples of this Netherworld Mountain, if there were disciples of Netherworld Mountain to assist in the attack, it didn't seem too difficult for him to take down this Ling Feng.

The Nether Saint Son spurted out a mouthful of essence blood, and his attack power immediately multiplied.

After Duan Lingfeng tasted the sweetness, he naturally wouldn't use this Soul Breaking Sword Technique to deal with this Netherworld Holy Son, he just used that Flame Palm to the extreme, and the Flame Palm continued to shoot towards the Netherworld Holy Son, and it didn't take long for this Netherworld Holy Son to be like a beggar, his whole body was scorched black, and he was injured by Duan Ling Feng's Flame Palm.

In fact, this time Ling Feng had not yet exerted the power of the Supreme Fire Dean to the fullest.

Why do you say that, in the past, when Duan Ling Feng used the Flame Palm, he would use the flame spiritual power in this flame talisman to maximize the power of the Flame Palm.

And at this moment, Duan Ling Feng did not use the flame spiritual power in this flame talisman to cast the Flame Palm. If Duan Ling Feng borrowed the power of that Flame Dragon, the power of this Flame Palm would be exerted to the maximum, and at that time, a devastating blow would erupt against the disciples of this Netherworld Mountain.

Knowing that this Flame Palm was a devastating blow to the disciples of Netherworld Mountain, Duan Ling Feng did not rashly exert the power of this Flame Palm to the maximum. Because he knew that this time in the Netherworld Mountain, there would definitely not be only one Netherworld Holy Son, there must be other powerhouses.

Duan Lingfeng's plan was very simple. Since the people of the Netherworld Mountain dare to come to him for trouble again, they must be prepared to be destroyed.

Duan Ling Feng could now be said to have the chance to win, and he was ready to give the disciples of Netherworld Mountain a big surprise.

Duan Lingfeng used the Kunpeng Body Technique to the extreme, and from time to time he used this Flame Palm, giving the opponent a fatal blow, making the opponent tired to deal with his attack. In this way, he can also brush the proficiency of the Kunpeng Body Technique.

"Boy, you wait for me, when my disciples from the Nether Mountain come, it will be your time of death. "Netherworld Holy Son, seeing that Duan Lingfeng was delaying time, he was also secretly happy. It would only take a while for the disciples of the Netherworld Mountain to come, because just now he had already sent a message to the disciples of the Netherworld.

As long as the disciples of the Netherworld Mountain arrived, it would be this period of Ling Feng's death.

Now this Netherworld Saint Son had already imagined what Duan Ling Feng's disciples of the Netherworld Mountain would be like to die.

Duan Ling Feng and Netherworld Mountain were mortal enemies, putting aside the previous grievances, just because Duan Lingfeng had the flame palm of the Netherworld Mountain Technique of Restraint, such an enemy had to be eliminated, and Duan Lingfeng had to be eliminated at all costs.

Soon, the disciples of Netherworld Mountain received the summons of this Netherworld Holy Son, and they immediately rushed to the battle circle where Duan Ling Feng was. Zhou Minshan's powerhouse arrived, which made the face of the Netherworld Holy Son sweep away the previous gloomy color.

"Duan Lingfeng, you didn't expect it, when you meet me in Netherworld Mountain, you are a dragon, and you have to lie on my stomach today. ”

Speaking of which, this Netherworld Saint Son still admired Duan Ling Feng very much, if nothing else, this Ling Feng was only the strength of the early stage of the Infant Transformation Realm, but with his powerful strength, he was able to suppress him, a half-step stable powerhouse, absolutely no one would believe it, but this thing really happened.

Now he also somewhat understood, why the people of the Netherworld Mountain, Tianji Valley, and the Giant Sword Sect would destroy this Remnant Sword Gate for the sake of this Ling Feng's fanfare, this Ling Feng is really a genius, since he is a genius, if he can't use it for himself, it is best to kill it.

"Come on, let's go up together and break this guy into pieces. "The Netherworld Saint Son didn't care that he was beaten by Duan Lingfeng, at this moment, when he saw the disciples of the Netherworld Mountain coming, he smiled evilly and ordered these Netherworld Mountain disciples to kill like Duan Lingfeng.

The Netherworld Holy Son of Netherworld, accompanied by an unstable powerhouse, killed Duan Lingfeng, but failed, and now he has dispatched a large number of Netherworld Mountain's disciples to launch group fighting tactics, this is a very humiliating thing, this matter naturally can't be known to more people, then it is best to fight quickly. Kill Duan Ling Feng as quickly as possible.

"These miscellaneous pieces of the Netherworld, let the horses come. Today, I will let you see how powerful the master is. Actually, Duan Ling Feng's divine mind had already noticed that the disciple of this Netherworld Mountain had arrived, but Duan Ling Feng's face did not show the slightest panic, this matter was already expected by him, and he was already ready to deal with it.

"Duan Lingfeng, is this your last word. The Netherworld Saint Son looked at Duan Lingfeng condescendingly. He really wanted to see Duan Lingfeng flee in the wilderness, or shout angrily that it was unfair, but what made him feel depressed was that Duan Lingfeng's expression was really too calm, Duan Lingfeng's calm expression made her look a little frightened, and he had to use words to provoke Duan Lingfeng.

After fighting so far, he found that this Ling Feng was very weird, not like the geniuses he had seen, and he felt that this Ling Feng was simply a bastard who liked to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, obviously very strong, but he liked to pretend to be a weakling. Also, when someone was ready to deal with him, he would violently bare his fangs and deal a fatal blow to the enemy, and it was precisely because of this virtue that the disciples of these three major sects were repeatedly eaten turtles in the hands of Ling Feng.

Seeing the disciples of this Netherworld Mountain shouting to kill him one by one, Duan Lingfeng used the Kunpeng Body Method to the extreme, turned around and left, while he was secretly contacting this sleeping Yan Dragon, this time he wanted to use the power of this Yan Dragon to give the disciples of this Nether Mountain a fatal blow.

"Boy, don't run away. Knowing Duan Lingfeng's few buildings, he immediately recorded these disciples of the Netherworld Mountain, and they kept roaring at Duan Lingfeng, chasing after them.

"Flame Palm. Duan Lingfeng summoned the flame dragon to wake up, and then he began to operate this flame palm, absorbing the flame power released by this flame dragon, while the disciples of the Netherworld Mountain followed closely. Duan Ling Feng had been calculating the distance between the two, and suddenly he let out a loud shout, and then the Flame Palm unleashed, and a huge Flame Palm slapped towards the dozen or so Netherworld Mountain disciples of the God Transformation Realm.

(End of chapter)