192 Yang Feng 2

Lin Luo's mood suddenly fell to the bottom. He did not expect that Yang Feng would be so difficult to deal with. His carelessness just now made him understand that he still had a lot to do on the road of martial artists' cultivation.

The first thing is his own mentality. He was able to kill Yang Feng in one fell swoop, but in the end he missed this excellent opportunity because of his carelessness. He wanted to find Yang Feng's flaws again. Now it seems that it is really not easy. After all, not every attack can use very true energy.

Yang Feng is not such a careless person. When he first came up, he might have been a little overwhelmed because he was not used to Lin Luo's attack methods. However, after a few moves, he gradually grasped it with his amazing adaptability. The mystery of Lin Luo's body technique, he became more and more proficient when he hiding.

Accompanied by Yang Feng's scream, "Ah" Lin Luo rushed towards him in a strange posture, with his head and feet soaring into the sky. The momentum seemed irresistible. This was the first time Yang Feng saw such a strange body movement, which was too much and not as good as before.

In a hurry, Yang Feng raised his right palm to separate Lin Luo's feet, but he forgot that Lin Luo's palms were still under his feet. His legs were uncontrollable in an instant, as if they were clamped by iron clamps, and they could not get out of it. A creaking and harsh sound rang out in the field.

Lin Luo's five fingers emitted endless true energy, as if they had endless energy, slowly wrapped Yang Feng tightly. Yang Feng wailed, and a heart-shaking roar suddenly came out of his body. It seemed as if the thunder sound was rolling. Lin Luo looked at the big man Yang Feng inwardly and couldn't help but smile. This man completely gave up his defense and was full of flaws. I don't know if he was too arrogant for the attack or looked down on himself.

"Haha, just this trick, I want to solve me? It's a fool." Yang Feng stared at Lin Luo with black eyes, "A second-level martial artist who has not been weaned dares to challenge me, which is purely no different from seeking death."

"Is there something wrong with this person's mind?" Lin Luo thought that his martial soul inheritance probably belongs to the category of enhancing the flexibility and strength of the body. It is considered to be a relatively common one among many martial soul inheritances, without any surprise.

"He doesn't have weapons." Lin Luo's eyes swept through Yang Feng's whole body. He had the best spiritual level Wuchen, and Yang Feng was not on guard. He only needed one move to defeat these third-level martial artists. If he increased his strength, he would definitely win with one move.

"Okay, this is the opportunity." Lin Luo frowned, Yang Feng getting closer and closer to him. Wu Chen was facing Yang Feng's chest.

"Hmph, you kid, you really have never seen the world. Do you think you can repel me with just a small weapon?" Yang Feng laughed as he looked at Lin Luo's ready position.

"Yes." Lin Luo narrowed his eyes half-squinted and thought to himself, "It just happened to try the force given to spirituality."

"Death" two black patterns stretched out to Lin Luo's confidant.

"Zhong" Wuchen's sword body trembled, and a bright black sword light hit Yang Feng's claws. Back at Wuchen, Lin Luo looked at Yang Feng who was flying upside down coldly, thinking to himself: "I wonder if the force given spirituality would be beyond my expectations?" The powerful impact force made Yang Feng spit out blood in the backward flight. His legs stomped on the ring, but he did not stop at all, and the soles of the shoes were even worn through. The backward flight speed was even greater than the speed of his rushing towards Lin Luo. The distance of three hundred meters was soon to the end.

Bang Yang Feng hit the floor under the ring, and his bones exploded. He looked at Lin Luo on the stage with a look of surprise and shocked eyes, "How could this kid... how could it be so powerful?"

"Serial No. 10082 Wins" the old man with blue black pattern and black robe announced throughout the audience.

"Haha, the force given spirituality is indeed powerful." Lin Luo smiled, and hitting Yang Feng was only 30% of the force of his whole body.

The power of spiritual power can also be gathered together like martial power and can also be used scatteredly. Generally speaking, the spirituality that the whole body can be given is fixed. Of course, the more force the more spiritual it has, the stronger the attack power it will be. Just as Lin Luo was thinking about the powerful spiritual effect, everyone in the audience was excited. The second-level martial artist knocked the third-level martial artist off the stage with just one move.

"Isn't that the powerful man who killed the yellow-level warrior Liu Tianming?"

"Yes, it seems to be called Lin Luo"

"Lin Luo Lin Luo" Many young people looked at Lin Luo with a hint of admiration.

"You can go to the guide to receive the reward now." The old man in blue black robe took out a golden dart token and handed it to Lin Luo. "This is the token of victory." Lin Luo nodded with a smile, then stepped into the wide black passage and walked towards the Tianwu Hall where He Jiao was.

In front of the large counter of Tianwu Hall, "Give it." Lin Luo threw the golden dart token in front of He Jiao.

"Ah, no, why is it over so soon?" He Jiao put down the black and red ink pen in her hand that emitted a faint fragrance and looked at Lin Luo with a little surprise, then took out a bag of bloodstones and threw it at Lin Luo, "If I have time, you have to treat me to a big meal." After that, she raised the two pigtails on the back of her head and looked at Lin Luo with a pitiful look.

"Why don't you say I'll invite you to have time?" Lin Luo smiled.

"I'm very busy." He Jiao spitted out her tongue and quickly wrote the handwriting of "winning in a row" on the basic information of Lin Luo on the golden paper. "What else do I need to help?"

"Come me another battle." Lin Luo smiled.

"Yes." He Jiao raised her delicate eyelashes and asked, "Don't you go back and summarize the combat experience?" Lin Luo shook her head and said, "Today I met an idiot, rushed up and fought hard with me, and then I beat her off the ring. There is nothing to summarize."

"You are cruel" He Jiao was speechless and despised him in his heart: "Others who have no direct fight against you, a second-level martial artist, don't fight directly, can you still play strategic layout with you? Others know that you can easily defeat the third-level martial artist? They also said that they are idiots, I think you are idiots."

Lin Luo stared at He Jiao, watching her murmur constantly, and didn't know what the hell was thinking. "What kind of opponent do you want?" He Jiao narrowed her eyes and looked at Lin Luo.

"Well... it's the fourth-level martial artist." Lin Luo said in a low voice.

"Yes." He Jiao responded, quickly looking through the golden paper under the stands, and at the same time checking the stones on the screen, and quickly said: "How about the fourth-level martial artist who has won 50 consecutive games? It can start in two hours."

"It's him." Lin Luo smiled, and then followed another guide into the black room and waited for the battle.

"Fourth-level martial artist?" Lin Luo looked at the black stone slab on the top and pondered, "Can I win?"

Two hours passed quietly in Lin Luo's experience of the mystery of Wujitian menopause. As for Wujitian, he still has no clue at all. That is still too profound for Lin Luo now. Even though there is such a trace of realm between the lines, he can't grasp it or guess it thoroughly.

Lin Luo shook his head and chuckled. One day, he could master Wuji Tianjue's extremely powerful domineering martial arts. Lin Luo's eyes swept over the man less than ten feet away in front of him. The white warrior's clothes wrapped in this man were stained with a lot of black dry blood stains, and dozens of scars on his dark skin were like earthworms. His blue-black eyes always exuded a cold murderous intent.

"It seems that the guy this time is a powerful person." Lin Luo withdrew his gaze and his heart trembled. This battle may not be easy.

"Start" The old man in a black robe was also wearing a blue black pattern and shouted softly and jumped out of the ring. Since the old man in a black robe left the ring, Lin Luo and the other men did not move their steps, but looked at each other. Thousands of viewers below were holding their breath.

"Boy, challenge me... will make you desperate." The man wrapped in a white samurai suit said hoarsely, and a cold light suddenly appeared in his eyes, "Come on, let me see your strength."

Bang The man in white samurai stomped his feet, and the entire ring No. 9 trembled

"Okay" Lin Luo's pupils tightened, and he jumped back a step, and then Wuchen pulled out several black rays of cold light. The man moved only half a step, and several sword lights fell. His eyes suddenly narrowed and looked at Lin Luo and said in a low voice: "You... are afraid."

Lin Luo shook his head, but his pupils tightened again. He had such a powerful fighting consciousness. Several sword lights that Wuchen swung out could not even be able to retreat.

"Where are you still looking at?" The man in white warrior suddenly appeared behind Lin Luo's back, and his iron fist roared and rushed towards Lin Luo's back.

"So fast" Lin Luo didn't even have time to turn around. With the force of force, he pinched Wuchen to block the man's fist. The violent force roared with the strong wind and suddenly exploded at the junction of the two fists and swords. Lin Luo pushed it away for several steps, and he was a little unsteady, but he just took a step back.

"Strength, speed, and combat awareness are far better than me." He looked at the man in white warrior who was standing in a state of standing opposite him in shock.

"But now Long Chong has entered his body. I can reverse the victory with the next attack." Lin Luo's thoughts flashed through his mind instantly.

"I thought you were a genius worthy of attack." The man in white samurai shook his head, and then shot out, like a goshawk who had been accumulating his power to attack his prey for a long time, and his aura was as sharp as a dagger.

"Good opportunity" Lin Luo was happy, just as he was about to come into contact with Lin Luo. The man in white warrior looked flushed, and nine knots suddenly appeared on his right arm. His force was instantly blocked. Then, the ferocious knots spread all the way up and almost over his shoulders.

"Ah" Lin Luo breathed a sigh of relief and rushed upwards. A man in white warrior sneered and pulled out the brown short blade from his waist, slashed it from his right shoulder. Blood sprayed on Lin Luo's face like a fountain, and his eyes were immediately blinded. A dark light suddenly lit up on his left arm, as if it was spikes, and suddenly hit Lin Luo's confidant.
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