Ling Feng's aura continued to rise at this moment, and sword energy spread all over his body, and sharp sword energy overflowed, crisscrossing all around Ling Feng, and finally converged towards the God-killing Sword in Ling Feng's hand, and the God-killing Sword Intent was also there.
This moment broke out, firmly locking Zhao Changlin.
Zhao Changlin in the distance noticed that the sword energy on Ling Feng was getting stronger and stronger, and he had an inexplicable ominous premonition in his heart. The moment the God-killing sword energy burst out, Zhao Changlin shuddered, and he never
Danger was detected in this sword intent.
"This is the sword's intention! This kid actually understood the sword's intention!"
"What a strong sword spirit!"
Zhao Changlin suddenly felt that something was wrong and could not continue to let Ling Feng in front of him go on like this. Thinking of this, Zhao Changlin took action directly and slapped Ling Feng with his palm.
The moment Zhao Changlin made a move, Ling Feng also moved.
I saw the murderous intent in Ling Feng's eyes, and the momentum in his body exploded instantly. He slashed straight at Zhao Changlin with his sword. At this moment, Ling Feng was full of murderous intent. At this time, Ling Feng had already used his strongest sword.
It's Xia Rong, the second form of the Samsara Sword Technique.
Executing this style can increase the power of Ling Feng's sword energy in an instant, and the sword energy explodes instantly, like a blazing sun, heading straight towards Zhao Changlin.
Zhao Changlin felt the powerful sword energy contained in Ling Feng's sword, but what worried him the most was the sword intention in it. This sword intention that destroyed everything made Zhao Changlin feel dangerous.
Zhao Changlin used all his strength with this palm, and the powerful spiritual power in his palm exploded, as if a hurricane was roaring towards Ling Feng, trying to crush Ling Feng directly.
However, Ling Feng was not afraid, nor did he flinch. Kunpeng Nine Flashes cooperated with this sword and moved forward indomitably. This is Ling Feng's way of swordsmanship. One sword can determine life and death, and one sword can lead to invincibility!
I saw Ling Feng's figure flashing, and he was in front of Zhao Changlin in an instant. Facing Zhao Changlin's spiritual attack, he slashed out with his sword without hesitation.
Ling Feng made a desperate move with this sword. He used all his trump cards, exerted his physical strength to the extreme, and used all the spiritual power and sword energy in his body. With the intention of the God-killing Sword, Ling Feng blocked everything with this sword.
In the middle, he vowed to decide the winner with one sword, and killed Zhao Changlin with one sword.
Whether he is Zhao Changlin's opponent or not, whether the Youlong Realm can beat the Xuandan Realm, all these concerns have been thrown away by Ling Feng. At this moment, Ling Feng has no distracting thoughts and has made up his mind and only wants to kill with one sword.
Zhao Changlin.
Ling Feng slashed out with his sword, and the sword energy burst out at this moment. The powerful sword energy was wrapped in the wind and thunder, and in conjunction with the God-killing Sword Intent, he slashed forward in an indomitable manner.
But at this moment, the surrounding spiritual energy suddenly fluctuated. The place where Ling Feng and Zhao Changlin were standing seemed to have undergone a slight change, and the spiritual energy around them trembled.
Ling Feng and Zhao Changlin both noticed it, but at this moment both of them were already red-eyed. They just wanted to determine the outcome with this blow, so naturally no one paid attention to this small fluctuation.
Xiao Hei in the distance climbed on a boulder very weakly, looked at Ling Feng and said, "Finally caught up!"
The next moment, a ray of light suddenly bloomed from the ground around him, and formation patterns appeared under his feet. This was exactly the formation that Xiao Hei had been setting up. In order to save Ling Feng and deal with Zhao Changlin, Xiao Hei had been hiding in the dark secretly.
He used Lingfeng to give it the best spiritual stone to arrange a formation.
Just when Ling Feng's sword energy and Zhao Changlin's spiritual power were about to collide, the formation was finally completed, and powerful spiritual power was instantly infused into Ling Feng's body.
Ling Feng only felt his whole body tremble, and then a steady stream of spiritual energy entered his body, providing Ling Feng with a steady stream of strength.
"Die!"
Ling Feng gritted his teeth and roared angrily, his aura surged, and he looked at Zhao Changlin with murderous intent. He kept swinging his sword and slashed out with one strike.
The powerful sword energy raged in all directions and collided with the spiritual power in Zhao Changlin's palm. The two energies collided and rubbed against each other, making a squeaking sound.
Zhao Changlin was shocked at this moment. He never expected that Ling Feng's sword could be so powerful that he could not stop fighting him.
Not only that, the God-killing Sword Intent in Ling Feng's hand erupted. The owner of the powerful God-killing Sword Intent had the power to destroy everything, and forcefully broke through the powerful spiritual power that erupted from Zhao Changlin's palm.
The sword went straight towards Zhao Changlin's arm and slashed at it.
Zhao Changlin was shocked when he saw this, and he was shocked in his heart. He quickly retracted his arm, and then immediately used his weapon, and a spiritual weapon sword appeared in his hand.
Zhao Changlin didn't say anything. He raised his hand and slashed at the God-killing Sword. He just wanted to touch the God-killing Sword to see whether Ling Feng's sword was faster or his sword was stronger.
Zhao Changlin didn't believe it. How could he, a monk with a first-level cultivation in the Mysterious Pill Realm, be repelled by a small monk in the Wandering Dragon Realm? If word got out, wouldn't he be laughed at?
Zhao Changlin's sword was very powerful. Several meters long sword light erupted from the blade, and it struck Ling Feng's sword energy.
Ling Feng had no intention of retreating at this moment. He originally planned to decide life or death with one sword strike, but he would not give up until the sword achieved its goal.
With Xiao Hei's formation continuously providing spiritual power to Ling Feng, coupled with Xia Rong's explosion of sword energy and the strongest God-killing sword intention, Ling Feng was full of confidence at the moment. Even if he couldn't kill Zhao Changlin, he could kill him with this sword.
Zhao Changlin must also be severely injured.
The swords collided, and energy exploded instantly. Both Ling Feng and Zhao Changlin's hair flew into the air. The surrounding trees were instantly destroyed by the powerful shock wave, and a radius of dozens of feet was turned into ruins.
The two people were in a fierce confrontation, the sword energy and the light of the sword were clashing with each other, wreaking havoc.
Both people's spiritual power is being consumed rapidly. Lingfeng has a supply of formations and a steady stream of spiritual power. Even his overall strength has been improved a lot because of the formations.
On the other hand, Zhao Changlin had no supplies and his spiritual power was rapidly depleting. However, Zhao Changlin was not afraid at all because his cultivation was much higher than Ling Feng's.
If it were just a single method, Zhao Changlin would not be afraid of Ling Feng at all, and Ling Feng would not be Zhao Changlin's opponent at all. But Ling Feng combined these methods together, which suddenly increased the power of Ling Feng's sword.
Several times more, this gave Ling Feng the capital to compete with Zhao Changlin.
The two auras were fighting each other, refusing to give in to each other, and both wanted to suppress the other, but neither could do anything to the other. For a while, the two of them were really in a stalemate.
Just a moment later, Ling Feng's advantages as a physical practitioner were revealed at the same time. Ling Feng had an overwhelming advantage in strength. Zhao Changlin really couldn't hold on anymore. He only felt a very huge force pressing towards him.
It was as if a giant hammer had struck it.
Zhao Changlin's arms began to tremble, and most of the spiritual energy in his body was consumed. His aura gradually became much weaker, but Ling Feng still maintained a momentum without weakening at all. Under the decline of one and the other, Zhao Changlin fell into passivity.
Ling Feng saw the opportunity and struck with his sword. The God-killing Sword cut off Zhao Changlin's spiritual sword on the spot.
Zhao Changlin suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. There was a connection between the weapon and him. When the weapon was cut off, he also suffered a slight backlash, but it was not too serious.
But Zhao Changlin was still shocked. It was also a spiritual weapon. How could the sword in his hand be so vulnerable? What kind of sword was this kid's hand? How could it be so powerful?
But just as Zhao Changlin recovered from the shock, Ling Feng's sword had already arrived. After the sword cut off his weapon, his momentum did not diminish at all, and he went straight towards Zhao Changlin.
Zhao Changlin was immediately shocked, and quickly used the remaining spiritual power in his body to gather in front of him, forming a spiritual barrier to resist Ling Feng's sword.
It's just that Zhao Changlin's spiritual shield was like a piece of thin paper in front of the God-killing Sword Intention. It was instantly cut open, and then Ling Feng slashed towards Zhao Changlin's chest with his sword.
"ah!"
Zhao Changlin exclaimed and quickly dodged backwards, trying to avoid Ling Feng's sword. At the same time, he desperately mobilized the spiritual power in his body to resist layer by layer in front of him, trying to resist the God-killing Sword.
Even if it can't be blocked, it still has to weaken the power of Ling Feng's sword.
Ling Feng held the God-Killing Sword tightly, and his spiritual power continued to converge towards the God-Killing Sword. Zhao Changlin's spiritual power was defeated layer by layer. Just when he was about to kill Zhao Changlin, the formation suddenly stopped operating.
Already.
Originally, he was still supplying spiritual power to Ling Feng in a steady stream, but now he suddenly disappeared. The spiritual power in Ling Feng's body had long been exhausted. At this moment, there was no supply, and he immediately lost power.
"Damn it!"
Ling Feng cursed secretly, but he didn't expect that the chain would fall off at the critical moment.
Fortunately, Ling Feng still cultivates his body. Even though his spiritual power is exhausted, his body still has strength.
Ling Feng gritted his teeth and slashed towards Zhao Changlin with his sword. He used his physical strength to cut through Zhao Changlin's last defense. However, after cutting through, Ling Feng's power was almost exhausted. Although he slashed at Zhao Changlin with his sword,
Zhao Changlin, but it did not kill him.
Even so, Ling Feng slashed Zhao Changlin's chest with a sword mark, extending diagonally from the left shoulder to the bottom of his stomach. The wound was deep enough to see the bones, and blood flowed out instantly.
"ah!"
Zhao Changlin let out a scream and quickly backed away.
The sword energy containing the intent of the God-killing Sword began to wreak havoc along Zhao Changlin's wounds, and Zhao Changlin had to use the remaining spiritual power in his body to resist the sword energy that suppressed the body.
Ling Feng slashed out with his sword and had no ability to continue pursuing. At this moment, he was almost exhausted from exhaustion. Both his spiritual and physical strength had been exhausted. It was Ling Feng who kept him from falling.
A strong and unyielding will.
Zhao Changlin was seriously injured at this moment. He was covering his wound and looking at Ling Feng with a pale face, with murderous intent in his eyes.
Zhao Changlin gritted his teeth and said: "Boy, I didn't expect that you have so many tricks, and I almost fell into your trap."
"But after all, you are just a monk in the Wandering Dragon Realm, you cannot be my opponent," Zhao Changlin said, a cold light flashed in his eyes, he rushed towards Ling Feng, and said with murderous intent: "This time I see