Chapter 880: Easily Crushed
!"Lin Feng was stunned.I only felt the passion that had just ignited was extinguished in an instant by a basin of cold water!Do your parents miss XiaoyaoI don't want to think about it in the morning,...Silence!
Unparalleled silence!
No one would be foolish enough to doubt the truth of the Moonlit Sword legend.
That is to say, once Blood Mist King Lin Feng arrives, he will definitely sweep everything away. Perhaps even the Moonlit Sword God will be unable to resist, otherwise, he wouldn't say such things.
Someone in the field shifted their gaze to Yun Lie in the distance, then recalled his actions just now. Their heart grew increasingly restless.
Li Da frowned.
Also realized the seriousness of the situation.
Although he was after all the second ranked genius on the Heaven's Pride List, he wouldn't be too frightened. Instead, he pondered how to deal with the situation!
Shouldn't we really call the master over
Absolutely not!
If Master knew that he was afraid to fight his peers before even engaging in battle, he would definitely give him a severe scolding!
Although Senior Yue's words were frightening, Lin Feng is still a member of the younger generation. I may not be weaker than him, and even if I can't defeat him, I am confident in my ability to escape!
Li Daqiao spoke slowly, "That's right! Master Mingyue, you are one of the strongest in the world. You shouldn't be so afraid of a junior like me! If Lin Feng dares to come, I will definitely kill him and prove myself!"
Jian Fei also roared with red eyes.
He hadn't lost, and he hadn't even met Lin Feng yet, but was inexplicably beaten by his master uncle. How could he possibly accept it
"If I have to, I'll wait for a few people to team up! Can one person really defy the heavens"
The Heavenly Divination Saintess also spoke.
Her pretty face was full of resentment and defiance!
Upon hearing the three people's words,
The Sword God suddenly felt like laughing.
Are all the prodigies of this generation just morons
In the recent battles, Lin Feng fought alone against several cultivators at the peak of the tribulation stage. These people have definitely heard of him, so why are they unwilling to believe it
"Jian Fei, come with me! Let's leave here first and talk later."
After all, he was his own nephew. The Moonlit Sword God still wanted to save him. He planned to take his sword and fly away while Lin Feng wasn't back. As for what would happen next, he'd figure it out later!
"I won't leave! As a young person, I am no weaker than anyone else!"
Jian Fei's expression was resolute.
"Humph! This is none of your concern!"
The Sword God Mingyue let out a cold snort, stretched out his hand, and prepared to forcibly take Jianfei away from this place.
But just then,
He suddenly trembled, and the hand he had reached out with froze in mid-air.
"Tap tap tap~"
A crisp and muffled sound of footsteps echoed in everyone's ears.
The sound came closer and closer, step by step.
With every step I took, the temperature on the stage seemed to drop by a degree. Eventually, even the flowers, trees, and bricks were covered in a thick layer of frost.
This is the result of momentum!
All present were terrified, immediately averting their gazes and following the sound. They saw a tall, black-haired man in white walking towards them with an impassive expression.
Though it may seem slow, in reality it advances a thousand miles with each step, and before anyone realizes it, it has arrived right before them.
"Blood Mist King!"
He's back!
A collective shiver ran through the crowd, their voices trembling with a bone-chilling fear.
"Little brother!"
The second senior sister, protected by the sword qi barrier, cried out in excitement.
"Lin Ge!"
Gou Sheng also had tears streaming down his face. Even though he was covered in blood at this moment, he was excitedly shaking.
"Om!"
The Nine Nether Divine Soul stirred slightly.
He wanted to say something, but his spirit was too weak, he could only emit a low whistling sound.
Lin Feng's deep eyes swept across the scene, passing over each person's face. He didn't say a word, but the granite floor beneath his feet cracked and crumbled.
That hard granite cracked rapidly, then turned into powder, lifted by the wind, swirling in a dust cloud that obscured everyone's eyes and pounded on their hearts.
Lin Feng stood amidst the dust, his raven hair dancing in the wind. His white clothes billowed, and his face remained expressionless, like a killing god or a demon god, gazing coldly at the world of mortals.
"Lin Feng, it's good to see you again."
Myriad Sword God suppressed the agitation in his heart, took a step forward, and proactively smiled to greet!
Once,
He looked down on Lin Feng, but after those two battles, he came to fear him immensely. He knew that as long as this man lived, he was destined to reach the pinnacle of the world!
The most crucial thing is,
With Lin Feng's current strength, it would be very difficult for him to fall.
"Get out!"
Lin Feng spat out a single word, showing no respect whatsoever.
A sinking feeling washed over Mingyue Jian Shen's heart, and the smile on his face froze.
It seems like things can't be resolved peacefully!
"Presumptuous! Lin Feng, do you think you're some big shot Dare to speak to my master uncle like that!"
Jian Fei let out a cold snort, his fighting spirit surging. He was itching to get into battle with Lin Feng!
"Lin Feng, die quickly!"
Li Daqiao followed suit and spoke.
Both of them could sense Lin Feng's powerful strength, so they put away their previous arrogance and instead became serious and cautious.
Lin Feng ignored the two of them.
Instead, he shifted his mocking gaze to the Heavenly Origin Saintess, as if to say:
Where did you find these two pieces of trash
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Tian Yán Shèng Nü also remained silent, only coldly looking at Lin Feng.
In fact,
The person who is least afraid in this situation is her.
Because she had already informed her best friend, the Holy Maiden Yaoguang, to come quickly, even if Jian Fei and the others lost the battle, she was confident that nothing would happen!
The atmosphere became increasingly oppressive.
A deathly silence fell over the crowd, and no one dared to utter a word.
Suddenly,
"Let's go!"
Jian Fei and Li Daqiao looked at each other, understanding each other's intentions. From two different angles, they simultaneously attacked Lin Feng!
"Sword of Retribution!"
"Slaying gods, slaying demons, slaying humans, slaying the heavens and earth."
Jian Fei's expression was cold.
A sky-shattering great sword soared as his palm rose, and slashed down as his palm fell.
"Supreme Profound Heavenly Arts, Manifesting the True Self"
Li Daqiao was imposing, his voice carrying with authority as he recited the incantation.
"Boom!"
The spiritual energy surged and gathered, seven-colored holy light burst forth, and Tao flowers bloomed one by one.
In the blink of an eye,
Behind him, a golden phantom suddenly materialized. Upon closer inspection, the golden phantom was an exact replica of Li Daqiao's face, formed from his very essence and spirit.
"Stargazing."
The Golden Phantom wore a solemn expression, one massive hand reaching through the heavens, actually grasping a star from the boundless starry sky.
But this star is imprisoned by the laws of heaven and earth, shrunk to a billionth of its size, like a fireball, radiating immense energy.
Next second!
The giant sword and the stars simultaneously charged at Lin Feng. Terrifying energy surged outward, causing the surrounding space to explode. Even the distant Netherworld of the Undead was affected, with massive amounts of death qi surging before being evaporated.
"No! Run! This kind of attack is not something we can watch!"
Some people looked pale and panicked, shouting in alarm, sensing the crisis of death.
A group of people quickly retreated, wanting to get away from here.
Unexpectedly, at this moment,
Lin Feng moved.
With his left hand, he reached out and grasped the golden greatsword, obliterating all traces of energy.
With his right hand, he reached out and grabbed the miniature star, tossing it into the Demon Tower. The small tower swallowed it in one gulp.
The terrifying attacks of the two great demons were easily shattered by him.d up a slip of paper from the table and began to write.One hundred seats included thirteen masters of the supreme Daoist lineages, many masters of top-tier forces, and some highly respected elders. Th...