Chapter 273: Lose both

Whispering looked at Ouyang Yu'er who suddenly walked back, her expression also changed slightly, as if she had thought of something, took a deep breath, and she followed.

Ouyang Yu'er's body is extremely fast, even if she whispers, she can only guarantee that she will not fall behind, and she can't catch up at all. Perhaps Ouyang Yu'er's heart had already flown to Ling Feng's side at this time.

Mother and son are heart-to-heart, and blood is thicker than water. Ouyang Yu'er had the same blood as Ling Feng, it was her relative, why wasn't she worried?

At this time, Ling Feng was like a celestial god, and the light of the magic sword in his hand continued to rise, constantly approaching the twelve god cultivators.

The Twelve Divine Monks didn't move, they stood there like statues, quietly looking at Ling Feng who was getting closer, and there was a trace of shock in their eyes, it was an indescribable shock.

Except for the Twelve Divine Monks, all the monks were shocked. The current Ling Feng is actually the unity of heaven and man, it is like the darling between heaven and earth, and every step he takes shocks heaven and earth.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The Twelve Divine Cultivators shouted angrily, and they rushed towards Ling Feng at once, they gave up those originally extremely fancy martial arts moves, they just used extremely primitive combat methods. But even so, Ling Feng didn't dare to despise them, and he didn't dare to despise these people.

The scimitar in the hands of the twelve divine cultivators flashed with a trace of divine light, and that holy aura constantly weakened the demonic energy coming from Ling Feng's body.

"Sonorous!" the magic sword and scimitar kept colliding, and the sword and sword were constantly crisscrossing and horizontal. The sword and sword shadows, the photos appear, and everyone can't help but miss it.

"Bang!" I saw a figure fly out, Ling Feng slammed into the ground all of a sudden, and the twelve god cultivators were still advancing and retreating in unison, as if they were one, that feeling, in addition to being incomparable, there was still some shock in his eyes.

Twelve people, advance and retreat in unison, what a good tacit understanding this is, how good a cooperation this is, originally they were all extremely strange divine monks, but now they can actually combine twelve people like this, just ask how many people will be their opponents at this time.

"Ten Thousand Sword Technique!" Ling Feng suddenly shouted, only to see one sword ray after another suddenly appear in the air. In an instant, the sky was obscured by this dense sword light.

I saw that the sword rays in the sky suddenly surged towards the twelve god monks, and the sword rays pierced the air, and ripples appeared, but Ling Feng looked at the twelve god monks with a flat face.

Everyone looked at Ling Feng, only to see that sword rays falling, with a feeling of breaking through the sky, and at this moment, the twelve divine cultivators also moved all at once.

If you don't move, you will be like electricity!

The twelve scimitars cut through the sword rays in the sky at once, but their figures couldn't help but be stunned, because they didn't find Ling Feng, and even Ling Feng's aura disappeared.

However, just when the twelve god monks were puzzled, suddenly, Ling Feng's figure suddenly fell from the sky, but the twelve god monks reacted extremely quickly, just when Ling Feng's magic sword was about to arrive, the scimitars in the hands of the twelve god monks all swung towards Ling Feng.

Twelve sword qi surged at once, but at this moment, Ling Feng's figure couldn't help but flash slightly, like a dragonfly dotting water, and dodged all of a sudden.

Ling Feng's body technique was extremely strange, and at that moment of continuous dodging, the magic sword in his hand could still swing out a series of sword qi, which couldn't help but distract the Twelve Divine Cultivators.

"Canopy!"

Suddenly, just as Ling Feng was constantly dodging the attack of the divine cultivator, he suddenly fell to the ground, only to see Prince Darong standing in the place where Ling Feng had just now, he was holding a war sword, the battle sword was extremely wide, and his whole body was also circulating into colorful spiritual power, and that spiritual power was constantly circulating, like a god.

"Kill!" Prince Da Rong looked at Ling Feng who had fallen, his eyes turned red all of a sudden, and he saw the battle sword in his hand raised, as if it was splitting Huashan, and slashed towards Ling Feng at once.

0202 Everyone looked at this sudden change in shock, and Prince Da Rong took the lead, blasting towards Ling Feng with his sword in hand.

0202 He is as imposing as a rainbow, like a god of war. Dancing with a sword in hand, no one has just approached. Even the originally extremely powerful Twelve Divine Monks could not compare to Prince Da Rong in the slightest.

0202 Ling Feng looked at Prince Da Rong, his eyes flashing with a hint of banter. His body rose into the air at once, and the hunting wind whirred through his robes.

0202 "It's all here, right?" Ling Feng's voice carried a hint of evil spirit, as if it was a look of victory, which made Prince Darong a little dignified.

0202 No one answered Ling Feng, even the few people in the broken army looked at him with some doubts, he couldn't understand how Ling Feng could do this.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Ling Feng's mouth, his originally evil cheeks suddenly turned cold, and his eyes were full of dead silence. Immediately afterward, his whole body also exuded a dead aura.

This is a forbidden mantra, but now who knows that this was originally a move of the Demon Realm Destiny Demon, who knows the origin of this move? Who knows the power of this move?

Prince Da Rong looked at Ling Feng sarcastically, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then his eyes were full of mockery: "Pretend to be a ghost!"

At this moment, Ling Feng's eyes looked towards Prince Da Rong, her hands were constantly sealed, and the handprints were also extremely complicated, and then, he pointed at Prince Da Rong, his voice carried a trace of magic, like an angel who judged life, and shouted angrily: "Death!"

Taboo mantras, taboo words! As soon as the taboo comes out, death is coming!

This exercise is extreme, if you can't kill the other person, then you will also be seriously injured to death. However, at this time, Ling Feng didn't care about these at all, he was confident in this move, he believed that he could kill Prince Darong.

At the moment when Ling Feng pointed at Prince Da Rong, a trace of shock appeared in his eyes, and he could feel an extremely strong spiritual power enveloping him, which was like the Yellow River surging endlessly, and it was like the waves of the sea.

A death-like feeling permeated Prince Da Rong's heart, his eyes widened, looking at Ling Feng in disbelief, he couldn't believe that Ling Feng's gentle finger actually made him feel a panic.

"Poof!" Ling Feng suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and then he glanced at the constantly resisting Da Rong Prince, and a trace of flatness also appeared in his heart, only to see that the dead silence aura on his body rose, and then his body suddenly surged towards the Da Rong Prince, the speed was as fast as lightning.

Prince Da Rong looked at Ling Feng who suddenly attacked, his figure kept retreating, but the twelve god monks blocked the figure of Da Rong Net, and looked at Ling Feng who rushed towards him without fear.

Ling Feng looked at the Twelve Divine Cultivators who had been shielded by Prince Darong, and a wicked smile appeared on his face. He was originally extremely afraid of the battle formation of these twelve god monks, but now, those twelve god monks were no longer afraid.

In his opinion, in his own moves, these twelve god monks will definitely die, although he is not sure to kill all of them, but he is still confident in killing one or two, the most important thing for their twelve god monks is the battle formation, as long as there is one difference, their strength is too different.

The long sword in Ling Feng's hand kept rushing towards those people, looking at them with a little indifference, and after a pause, he muttered, "Death Sword Dao!"

Death is a new birth. Death is a new beginning.

Ling Feng's moves were extremely sharp, but the moment his magic sword swung at the twelve divine cultivators, the twelve sword qi were also used at once, and that sword qi slashed towards Ling Feng at once.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

"Poof!"

I saw that the sword qi cut through Ling Feng's arm at once, but his magic sword suddenly cut through the necks of two of the twelve god monks, and in an instant, the twelve god monks watched their partners fall and the two of them, and they all attacked Ling Feng in a crazy way.

One after another extremely gorgeous sword qi, all of them bombarded Ling Feng's body.

Ling Feng's spiritual power increased, and the original sword qi also dissipated a lot. However, at this moment, Ling Feng appeared in front of those people with blood all over his body, he held the battle sword in his hand, and walked towards those people step by step, he didn't take a step, but the sword in his hand swung out several sword qi.

Everyone looked at Ling Feng, they never thought that Ling Feng was seriously injured at this time, but he could still exert such a strong combat power, even the Twelve Divine Cultivators had a trace of panic towards Ling Feng.