Chapter 262: Battle Heroes

The moment the Tower of Babel collapsed, a trace of indifference also appeared on Po Jun's face, he took a deep breath, and then a trace of bitterness appeared in his eyes.

Ouyang Yu'er was still inside, that was the only opponent he thought was other than Ling Feng, but now, he was a little sorry, a little sorry that Ouyang Yu'er died like this.

The Tower of Babel collapsed, no one thought that Ouyang Yu'er would still be alive, and even many people thought that the collapse of the Tower of Babel was directly related to Ouyang Yu'er.

At this moment, a figure slowly appeared, and then appeared in front of those people, and there were two women behind the man, but their expressions were also a little embarrassed.

"Ouyang Yu'er?" Those people watched Ouyang Yu'er and Whisper'er appear, and everyone couldn't help but be stunned, and a trace of greed appeared on their faces.

Everything in the Tower of Babel is extremely mysterious in the eyes of these people, no one knows what exists in it, maybe everything in it is some unknown secrets, those ancient spirits, those who have appeared from the Tower of Babel, which all shows the mystery of this Tower of Babel.

Po Jun looked at Ouyang Yu'er and the others, his gaze stayed on Ling Feng's body, and he was silent for a while before he sighed and said slowly, "Ling Feng, you are also in the Tower of Babel?"

It was Ling Feng who was led by Ouyang Yu'er, but Ling Feng's expression was also a little depressed, and after being silent for a while, Ling Feng said to Po Jun: "In addition to you, who else are here?"

"There are a lot of people who come, and they are all running for the treasures in this ruin, and even many people are running for you. Po Jun was extremely light, and he didn't have any emotion when he looked at Ling Feng's gaze.

Ling Feng smiled, he didn't say anything, he just glanced at those monks, and a bitter smile appeared on his face.

He saw greed in the monks, it was greed in the Tower of Babel, but he didn't pay attention to the people, his gaze stayed on the crowd.

That group of people was none other than Prince Da Rong, who forced Ling Feng down the canyon in the extreme north, and Prince Da Rong also saw Ling Feng, and a smile appeared on his face, but his smile was also a little weird.

"Ling Feng, I didn't expect you to be alive?" Prince Da Rong looked at Ling Feng with a smile, his eyes constantly thinking.

Ling Feng smiled, his gaze at Prince Da Rong was also a little flat, and he was silent for a while and said, "How can I die?

Ling Feng's voice was also a little sarcastic, he looked at those divine cultivators, there was no emotion on his face, he was silent for a long time, and then Prince Darong looked at Ling Feng and said, "As long as you hand over the treasures in the Tower of Babel, I can let you go." ”

As soon as Prince Darong's words came out, all the monks couldn't help but look at Ling Feng greedily, and even many people were ready to move, but Ling Feng's prestige was outside, and no one dared to make a move.

"Ling Feng, did you really get the treasure of his Babel Tower?" Po Jun was also silent for a moment, and asked with a curious expression.

Ling Feng didn't answer Po Jun, he just smiled, and then looked at those people with a little indifference, and there was a hint of murderous intent in his tone: "You all want to get the treasures in the Tower of Babel, but I can only give it to one person, there are so many of you, who should I give it to?"

Ling Feng's words were stunned, and everyone couldn't help but glance at each other, but when Prince Da Rong looked at Ling Feng's appearance, he couldn't help but snort coldly in his heart, and then said flatly: "Of course it's me, otherwise you can only die." ”

Ling Feng smiled, his laughter was wild, and he looked at those people with a little sarcasm. After a pause, he glanced at the men, and there was some mockery in his eyes.

"You are all monks from my Shenzhou Continent, but now this barbarian is crying out, what is the use of you?"

Ling Feng's words were rarely disdainful, and there was some indifference in his voice, but at this moment, a young man among those monks walked out, and he looked at Ling Feng, and a hint of an indifferent smile appeared in his eyes.

"You're good, and if you can hand over the contents of his Tower of Babel, I can guarantee your safety. Lin Xuan looked at Ling Feng, his face was also a little arrogant.

Ling Feng looked at Lin Xuan, a smile also appeared on his face, and he was silent for a while before he said slowly, "Your Excellency is a member of the Flowing Light Sword Sect, right?"

Lin Xuan shook his head, although he was carrying a long sword, he was indeed not a member of the Streamer Sword Sect, even the Nine Heavens Sword Alliance of the Unbounded Yang could not compete with the forces behind him.

"My name is Lin Xuan, and I am the queen of Jian Ji. Lin Xuan looked arrogant, glanced at everyone, and a trace of indifference appeared in his eyes.

"After the Sword Queen?" Ling Feng was silent for a while, he still remembered that in the ancient cemetery, the Sword Lady and the Sword Saint had already been buried in it, which was enough to explain their identities.

"It turned out to be from a sword cultivation family, the Sword Ji and the Sword Saint in the ancient period of the cultivation world, but unfortunately they have been buried in the ground. Ling Feng's voice was also a little flat, and his gaze when he looked at Lin Xuan was also a little indifferent.

Lin Xuan was stunned, there was no emotion in his eyes, he saw him looking at Po Jun with a solemn face, and then his voice was a little flat: "Po Jun, I'm going to kill Ling Feng later, I hope you don't make a move." ”

Po Jun smiled, his gaze at Lin Xuan was also a little flat, he just said flatly: "Ling Feng is mine, none of you are qualified." ”

"Twelve monks in formation!" Prince Da Rong looked at those people, his eyes were also a little sarcastic, and after a moment of silence, he waved his big hand.

I saw that those divine monks suddenly formed a battle array, and at the moment when that battle formation was formed. All the monks were killed in that instant.

"Is this impossible?" the monks looked at Prince Da Rong with a look of shock in their eyes.

"Barbarianism. Lin Xuan was extremely disdainful, he looked at Prince Da Rong's gaze was also a little indifferent, only to see him suddenly pull out the long sword in his hand.

The sword body emitted a series of sword qi, and the sword qi continued to cut through the air, and at that moment, everyone was a little shocked.

The sword qi emitted by the long sword could actually make the void solidify, those people all looked at the long sword in Lin Xuan's hand, with such a long sword, what were they afraid of? This was like an artifact-like long sword, how could he put Prince Da Rong in his eyes.

Ling Feng looked at Lin Xuan, a smile also appeared on his face, but there was also some disdain in his smile, he knew that Lin Xuan was defeated, from the moment he drew his sword, he knew that Lin Xuan was defeated.

Although Lin Xuan's swordsmanship was extremely sharp, he believed even more in the battle formation of the god cultivator of the Great Rong Prince, the kind of battle formation that could not find a trace of flawlessness, was not something that ordinary attacks could break through at all.

Ling Feng was confident, even an ordinary cultivator couldn't break through this battle formation, let alone Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan also became more and more courageous in the battle formation of the Divine Cultivator, but no matter what, he couldn't break through this battle formation, which couldn't help but make Lin Xuan a little frightened.

"Hmph!" Po Jun shouted softly, and the spear in his hand couldn't help but wave slightly, only to see a series of gun shadows appear at once, and then rush towards the battle array.

"Canopy!"

The shadow of the spear slammed into the battle array at once, and those spiritual powers were also absorbed at once, as if the battle array was like a gluttony devouring spiritual power, and disappeared all at once.

"It's so powerful. Po Jun couldn't help but take a deep breath, he looked at the battle array, and a trace of emotion appeared on his face.

He looked at those divine monks solemnly, but at this moment, Prince Da Rong suddenly entered the circle of those divine monks, and the six divine monks who were still redundant also entered the battle formation at once.

Eighteen Divine Monks, this is the last capital of Prince Da Rong, this is also his last trace of heritage, if he kills them here, then he will win, if he loses a Divine Monk here, then he will lose.

Victory and defeat are often between this thought, but his Darong Dynasty, which has been called a barbarian for thousands of years, is very unconvinced in his heart, and maybe this is his only chance.

"Heaven and earth!" Prince Da Rong stood among those divine monks, and he also had a small yellow flag in his hand, and the small yellow flag was gently waving, and the moves of those divine monks were constantly changing.

"Poof!" Lin Xuan suddenly spat out a breath of blood, he looked at the gaze of those divine monks and was also a little shocked, they couldn't believe it, they couldn't believe that the battle formation of these divine monks was so strong.

"Isn't this a formation?" Po Jun looked at the battle formation of those divine cultivators, and couldn't help but be a little shocked in his heart, he looked at the battle formation carefully, and a smile appeared on his face.

"This battle array is like a cage, and the people inside are like trapped beasts fighting cages, and they can't break through this cage at all. Po Jun couldn't help but think in his heart, and then he was silent for a while and muttered.

Ling Feng just watched the battle in the arena quietly, his brows furrowed slightly from time to time, as if he was thinking about something. Ouyang Yu'er and Whisper'er looked at Ling Feng's appearance, and they also looked around vigilantly, as if they were afraid that someone would be unfavorable to Ling Feng.

"That's it, it's like this!" Ling Feng seemed to understand something, and he looked at those divine cultivators' eyes with a hint of essence, and then kept saying.

But now no one paid attention to Ling Feng, everyone looked at the field in shock, looking at the battle in that field, Ling Feng was still too far behind compared to this peerless battle.

"Swordsman Bloodline!" Lin Xuan snorted lightly, only to see a mysterious energy gushing out of his body, which couldn't help but increase his speed and sword moves several times.

Lin Xuan's moves were getting faster and faster, and the speed of the sword was getting sharper and sharper, but those divine cultivators didn't seem to take Lin Xuan in their eyes at all, and just fought back gently.

Ling Feng smiled, his smile was also a little evil, he was silent for a while, and his gaze at Prince Da Rong was also a little cold: "Enough!"

With a loud shout, I saw that everyone's eyes stopped, those people all looked at Ling Feng with a puzzled expression, and there was also some greed in their eyes, in their hearts, Ling Feng was no longer terrible now, compared to the treasures in the Tower of Babel, what could he Ling Feng be?