Section 91 The fierce fight of the cultivators

The old man was not like Tianxu, his whole person turned into black and white. [Ran^Text^Library] [ ] is just a piece of gossip behind him, flowing endlessly. Heaven and earth soon gathered a large number of yin and yang qi, mighty, and the power was not amazing.

There was a solemnity in Lin Feng's eyes, and he took out a mace that was close to two meters. This rod is shining with a dark light, and the aura on it is surging, and it is not an ordinary magic weapon at first glance. After putting the mace on his shoulder, he released two more white wolves, one left and one right.

Shi Ling and Phantom Hall glanced at each other, and approached Tianxu in tacit understanding. Hardy and the others were empty of magic at this time, and when they saw that the other party was about to fight. Immediately retreated, but Hardy did not dare to flee, because both sides only tacitly agreed to leave the prey last, and if he wanted to escape, he was afraid that he would immediately attract the other party's joint attack. "What do we do now?" asked Vanas anxiously, hugging Quintina, who had been knocked unconscious by her.

Hadi spread his wings and protected them under his wings, and said, "We can only wait until they are freed from the blood cloud." ”

Vannas turned his head to look, although the rolling blood cloud had shrunk a lot, and it was still shrinking, but the cloud itself was too large, and he didn't know when Bai Fan and the others would be able to rush out.

At this moment, Shi Ling and Phantom Hall took the lead and rushed directly to Tianxu. Tianxu didn't show weakness, drew out a burst of yang energy, and crashed directly into the hall.

Phantom Hall followed with another sword, but all the strength of the whole body converged here. Seeing Tianxu so big, his heart was overjoyed, and the long sword flashed with a cold light, and with one sword, it broke through the white air flow and stabbed at Tianxu like a thunderbolt.

Seeing this, Tian Xu did not panic, his right hand kept fiddling, and the palm technique in his hand was very strange, pulling out phantoms one after another, making the puppets released by Shi Ling staggered, and it seemed that he had ignored the existence of the hall.

Seeing that the other party was ignoring him, Phantom Tang didn't know what to think in his heart, but he saw that the sword light accelerated again, and it stabbed into a cloud of talisman gossip released by Tianxu. "Boy, your opponent is me!"

Just as Phantom Hall was surprised in his heart, the flying sword stabbed into it clearly and without hindrance, but he couldn't hit the real thing for a long time, when he suddenly heard the voice of the old man, and immediately looked over. Suddenly, his expression changed, and his flying sword actually arrived on the old man's side?

"Transform time and space?!" Lin Feng's face suddenly changed, this is the ability that only a person with great ability can do, although the old man is already a powerhouse in the incarnation stage, but he is obviously still a big step away from this stage!

Looking more closely, the sword of the illusion hall was trapped in several disc-sized gossip behind the old man, and every time the sword light rushed out, it would just hit one gossip, and in the blink of an eye, it flew out from another gossip, and for a while, although the sword light was shining, they were all surrounded in a group.

"Yin Yang Sect?" Lin Feng suddenly realized something, could this be the peak sect that unified the Yin and Yang Realm in the Ninety Main Battle Realm, the Yin Yang Sect? If not, how could he have the method of transforming time and space in the incarnation period!

"Everyone be careful, go all out!, Phantom Hall, you need to be full of sharpness, and tell them that sword cultivation is not vegetarian!" Lin Feng shouted, picked up his mace and rushed over. It was like stepping on the ground, and there was a booming sound.

This is because his legs are too fast, and when he steps on the air, he emits a violent sonic boom, and with the unique technique of Shuramen, he can instantly burst out with extremely fast movement speed.

Seeing Lin Feng's amazing momentum, the old man couldn't help frowning, the Yin and Yang Gate emphasizes overcoming rigidity with softness, and everything requires a skill. But that Lin Feng was obviously the way of killing, and he was taking another way of moving forward. In the face of such extreme enemies, ingenuity is not so easy to borrow.

At this time, Lin Feng was no longer as calm as usual, and his eyes exuded a thick murderous aura. "If you don't kill the other party, you will be the one who will lie on the ground in the end!" the master's words echoed in his ears, there is no shortage of madmen in the Shura Sect, and most of the disciples are battle maniacs, because they are soft-hearted or not good at fighting, they can't even be official disciples, and they have already died.

"Whew!" got a stick, smashed it on the old man's head, and wanted a stick to decide the victory!

The two qi of yin and yang originally had a strong protective effect, and most ordinary cultivators couldn't even enter it. But at this time, Lin Feng exuded an inexplicable energy all over his body, rushed over, and directly forced the second qi to retreat to the side.

When the old man saw the big stick smashing it, his body was cleverly turned to the side, his hand was wrapped in a thick white gas, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he put it on the big stick that was being smashed down from in front of him, and with a slight touch, it changed the trajectory that Lin Feng expected.

Lin Feng was very surprised at this moment, he was able to use his strength when his stick passed in front of him! Such a skillful grasp of timing and eyesight was something he had never encountered before!

However, although Lin Feng was not shocked, he took advantage of the situation to dance the mace in a circle, and smashed it at the other party again. Deeply fast and concise, without revealing a flaw to the other party.

This time, the old man wanted to repeat his old tricks, but Lin Feng didn't give him a chance, and when the stick body was about to hit the other party, he forcibly controlled the direction of the stick body and no longer let the old man dodge.

Seeing the situation, a glimmer of brilliance flashed on the old man's hand, and he instantly brought a pair of gauntlets, and after catching the mace, he resisted the power again, but even so, he was still bruised by the fierce qi. And the old man also saw the opportunity this time, and smashed his bottom body into Lin Feng's waist with a punch, which seemed to be an ordinary punch, but it burst out with great power in an instant. Lin Feng suddenly flew out like a cannonball, unable to control his body at all, and fell to the ground fiercely.

Seeing this, the old man did not relax. His punch contained an internal strength. Ordinary people will not be knocked away by this punch, because the force of the flesh and bones will be crushed by the force before it can be applied to the body, and it will become a pile of rotten meat. That's the essence of his punch. On the other hand, Lin Feng, although he was knocked away by him with one punch, it also proved that his physical body was powerful, which was not comparable to ordinary cultivators.

"Inside the Yin and Yang Gate, there are also swordsmanship and spells. And for both of these things, I have only learned some skins, if I use this to face Lin Feng of this Shura Sect, maybe it will be much easier. The old man thought in his heart, but he had to cheer up. Now it seems that he has a head start, but his physical body can't resist the power of Lin Feng's stick.

In fact, in the cultivation realm, most of them used spells and magic weapons as the main means of fighting, and there were only a handful of people like Lin Feng and the old man who chose close combat. There is only one in ten thousand who can grow to a master, but because of this, the power of melee combat is vividly exerted in their hands, and life and death are often only between the line. Until the last minute, no one can say who will win or lose.