Chapter 272: Brother, you wait for me!

The magic sword in Ling Feng's hand also flickered with demonic qi, and that demonic qi suddenly cut through the defenses of the twelve god cultivators, and then, there was also some bitterness in his eyes, because he found that the magic sword in his hand could not advance even a bit.

The scimitar in the hands of the twelve god monks flashed with dazzling light, and the sword rays were like a round of curved moon, and Ling Feng's eyes couldn't help but stare at all, and his figure suddenly jumped out of the encirclement of the twelve god monks, but at this moment, the twelve god monks couldn't help but chase after them.

Po Jun looked at this scene, his body couldn't help but retreat slightly, he came to Du Sheng's side, took a deep breath, he looked at the expression in the field was also a little dignified, and was silent for a while before he said slowly: "Ling Feng at this time is no longer the Ling Feng we know, he may have fallen into the devil at this time, he is no longer the Ling Feng we are familiar with." ”

Du Sheng nodded, he knew that Ling Feng at this time was no longer the Ling Feng he knew at that time, the current Ling Feng was a murderous person, he was not the Ling Feng with his own principles.

"Isn't he Ling Feng?" Yin Zhenzhen was a little curious, her expression was also a little incredulous, and after being silent for a while, she asked with some curiosity: "Then who is he?"

No one answered her, maybe this question seemed ridiculous to them, but Du Sheng's brows couldn't help frowning slightly, and then he said extremely lightly: "The current Ling Feng has been controlled by someone, maybe it's his inner demon, maybe it's some powerful creature that occupies his body, overtaking his body." ”

Yin Zhenzhen couldn't help but be stunned, her eyes were a little shocked, he didn't speak, just looked at this scene indifferently, but at this time she looked at Ling Feng's gaze was not complicated, since the current Ling Feng was not Ling Feng, then all this was not Ling Feng's thoughts, he was also controlled by others to do this.

Sometimes women are like this, maybe she is still entangled in the last second, but the next second she will take it for granted, just like Yin Zhenzhen at this time.

It's just that now her gaze has been on Ling Feng's body, only to see Ling Feng constantly walking forward, and the twelve god cultivators are also distributed all at once, they each occupy one side, the feeling that the heavens and the earth are surrounded by them, that kind of indescribable expression, this can't help but make Yin Zhenzhen faintly worried about Ling Feng.

"Hmph!" Ling Feng snorted coldly, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, only to see that his smile was a little bland, and even bitter, but at this moment, Ling Feng's eyes also changed slightly, and he felt that his moves could not get close to these twelve god cultivators.

"Tianhong!" Ling Feng's voice was a little hoarse, and the magic sword in his hand also flashed with a trace of divine light, but at this moment, everyone's eyes couldn't help but change slightly.

They were all shocked by Ling Feng's sword, and at the moment when Ling Feng swung his first sword, a crack like a heavenly sting actually appeared in the sky, it seemed to be a sword of heaven and earth, splitting the sky and the earth. This is just a glimpse, but it gives people countless shocks.

Ling Feng's whole body was wrapped in demonic qi at this time, and his white hair fluttered in the wind all of a sudden, it was like a demon god, constantly waving towards others.

The Twelve Divine Cultivators couldn't help but be a little shocked, and they looked at Ling Feng's gaze with a little panic, and even some disbelief.

The long sword kept approaching them, and they wanted to move, but they found that their bodies couldn't move a bit, and this strength couldn't help but make him a little panicked.

"Twelve Heavenly Divine Array!" the twelve divine monks couldn't help but shout, and the scimitars in their hands suddenly merged together, and even their people rushed together.

The knife is a scimitar, a scimitar like a curved moon, originally this knife revealed a killing intent, but now, this knife revealed a crisis, as if it was a crisis that brought death to people.

The Twelve Divine Cultivators suddenly appeared from Ling Feng's left side, and the scimitars in their hands couldn't help but wave towards Ling Feng, but Ling Feng's eyes couldn't help but change slightly, and he felt a trace of death in this scimitar.

The scimitar shimmered, and the sword smelled of death. Wandering between life and death countless times, Ling Feng clearly felt that this crisis would lead to death if he was not careful.

"Sonorous!" The magic sword in Ling Feng's hand couldn't help but crash towards them, but at this time, Ling Feng fell suddenly, but Ling Feng didn't do anything, his expression was extremely hideous, and he was even a little unwilling.

"If it weren't for this body being too weak, I would be afraid of you?" The voice in Ling Feng's mouth was extremely unwilling, he looked at the twelve divine cultivators who kept coming, the demonic qi on Ling Feng's body disappeared all at once, and then fell to the ground all of a sudden.

"Ling Feng!" Yin Zhenzhen looked at this scene, her heart couldn't help but jump to the tip of her heart all of a sudden, and then rushed towards Ling Feng all of a sudden.

At the moment when Ling Feng landed, Ling Feng's eyes suddenly opened, his eyes also revealed a trace of confidence, and even the corners of his mouth were filled with an evil smile, that evil smile had a cynical feeling, but his body kept retreating, and instantly turned away from the twelve god cultivators ten zhang away.

Ling Feng glanced at everyone in the field, and finally his gaze stopped on the body of the Twelve Divine Cultivators, just now he was controlled by the Heavenly Demon, but the Heavenly Demon had fallen for ten thousand years, he was no longer the opponent of these Twelve Divine Cultivators, at the last moment, he still chose to give up the right to dominate the body.

Ling Feng took out a handkerchief from his arms, the handkerchief was as white as jade, without a trace of dust. He elegantly wiped the magic sword in his hand, the magic sword was still very clean, and he couldn't even say that he could see a trace of dust, but Ling Feng still had to wipe it, this was his habit.

The sword in Ling Feng's hand was not only his partner, it was also Ling Feng's best friend, because in this sword lived Zi Yan. There is a person who lives very important to himself!

He didn't allow dust or blood to contaminate the sword, not only to kill people, but even in normal times, no one dared to come close to his sword.

Everyone looked at Ling Feng's movements, their eyes were also a little solemn, at this moment, they seemed to feel a sense of oppression, which seemed to come from Ling Feng's body.

"Ling Feng is back!"

"That's right, he's back!"

Po Jun looked at Ling Feng and didn't look back to echo Du Sheng's words, he knew that Ling Feng at this time might really be able to kill these people, and even he would have something more powerful.

Ling Feng approached the Twelve Divine Cultivators step by step, and he walked forward step by step, each step was like the momentum of heaven and earth, oppressing the creatures around him

"Sister Yu'er, do you think my brother will be okay?" Ouyang Yu'er looked at Qingyu'er, and there was some worry in her eyes.

Whispering didn't answer, even she was a little unsure, the twelve god monks, the ancient monks who suddenly came out of the grave, this was not something she could have predicted.

Looking at the whispers that didn't speak, Ouyang Yu'er was even more uneasy in her heart, and she was a little uneasy in her heart, and even her mother's words echoed in her head.

She didn't feel family affection since she was a child, she didn't know her mother's love, she didn't know her father's love, she lived under the arrangement of her master and family since she was a child. She knew her background, but she didn't dare to admit it, she knew where her relatives were, but she still didn't dare to face it.

Ling Feng went to the Ouyang family, that kind of attachment, not only for his father's last wishes, he was also for himself, he also longed for family affection, he also longed for care, in the cultivation world, he could be called a demon, he could kill, he faced countless enemies, when he was about to die, he knew that he kept telling himself that he couldn't die, he hadn't seen his mother yet.

But when he knew his mother, when he knew his sister, he was disappointed, he was sad, he was wandering in the cultivation world, but in the end he was sad.

Ouyang Yu'er sighed, her eyes couldn't help but moisten slightly, she still remembered Ling Feng's eyes in the sky above the Ouyang family, that sad look, that sad look.

His crumbling body, he forcibly endured the sadness in his heart and shouted at himself.

She is her own mother, but has she fulfilled her duties as a child?

She didn't!

"Brother, you wait, I'll be here soon. A trace of tears fell from the corner of Ouyang Yu'er's eyes, she remembered the scene in the Ouyang family, she couldn't help but stop, and then walked back.