At this moment, I saw that the rotten wooden sword took a step forward, and grinned: "It is my rotten wooden sword eight, and I want to discuss one or two."
"Consultation?" Ling Feng rolled his eyes, "Why do you want to discuss it?"
"Because I need to see, are you qualified to share a secret with us?"
Kurosaki stared at Ling Feng with a cold and cold gaze, and said faintly: "Do your best to fight with the eight swords of the rotten wooden sword. If your strength is enough, then you will be qualified to know something."
"What?"
Ling Feng touched the bridge of his nose. It is undeniable that he was very interested in the hidden secrets in the World Battlefield, and in his bones, he also flowed with the blood.
Rotten Wooden Sword Eight, this seemingly powerful swordsman, thinking about it is also a good opponent.
"General Division!"
The general of the king and Yan Shen must be blocked, who can understand the minds of the alien, who can understand whether they have a conspiracy.
"I have their own level."
Ling Feng waved his hand and looked at the eight swords of the dead wood, and said faintly: "Okay, then discuss it."
Speaking, Chao Shiwu Eight made a "please" gesture.
A sneer was hung on the eight faces of the dead wood sword, and he jumped off the deck of the ship.
Ling Feng waved his hand and gathered the disciples of Xiaofeng Camp on the port, and quickly spread out, giving Lingfeng and Rotten Wood Sword Eight, leaving a open space.
"General Ling, despite the rest of the war, I will be responsible for opening the enchantment to ensure that it will never damage the grass and trees of your howling the wind camp."
Kurosaki smiled faintly, and saw that he squeezed a strange hand tactic, and he thought of words in his mouth, and then the blue light bloomed from his hands to turn into a huge square enchantment, covering Lingfeng and the eight swords of the rotten wooden sword on the eight.
Inside.
"This is the empty enchantment of my virtual soul clan. Everything that happened within the enchantment is actually no longer in this space. It is a very deep empty enchantment."
The short -soul short -haired man who did not report his own name and looked slightly thin, explained: "This is what I invented."
Ling Feng touched the bridge of his nose, and the stars are all thousands of people. There are really some people who are capable people.
Intuition told Ling Feng that this virtual soul family is more tricky than the Frey family!
"Move with my rotten wooden sword, it is best not to think about other things, otherwise, it may die."
On the opposite side, the eighth of the Rotten Wood Sword has slowly unplugged the saber on his waist.
What kind of sword is that!
Ling Feng has never seen it, so potholes, full of cracking swords, as if to knock gently, this sword will be completely shattered.
However, the momentum exuded above the blade is actually terrible and amazing!
Ling Feng's hands were destroyed, and the unconscious "buzzing" trembled, as if he was afraid of the sword in the eight hands of the rotten wooden sword.
That's not the fear of the blade itself, but from the fear of sword spirit Xiaobai!
Ling Feng has never encountered such opponents. As long as he holds the sword in his hand, the whole person is like a sea, a mountain, and the surging momentum, which is similar to murderous spirit, but it is more pure than murderous.
"here we go!"
The rotten wooden sword grinned, and the whole person rushed out like an artillery shell.
There is no move, no skills, and even Yuanli does not seem to be urged.
Pure split, chopping, cutting, thorns, pick, cutting!
But the speed, the power, and the endless pressure emitted on the blade made Ling Feng a little unable to keep up with his speed.
Dang! Dang! Dang! ...
Almost instantaneously, the two had no less than a thousand times, and the violent sword gas shot in four places, hitting the empty enchantment, and a circle of gorgeous ripples.
"What is this way?" Ling Feng was shocked, and he kept waving all the dozen parties. He bounced away the sword in the eight hands of the dead wood sword and stabbed to the body of the dead wood sword.
However, what makes Ling Feng even more surprised is that this rotten wooden sword eight, as if I do n’t know what it means to dodge, and the sword ’s attack that cannot be opened, so I use my body to resist it.
Ling Feng's sword constantly hit his body, but it seemed like stabbing the iron plate, and he could not break the opponent's defense at all.
"Are you also a master of refining?"
There was a trace of color flashed in Ling Feng's eyes. To some extent, Ling Feng actually felt that the defense of the eight swordsmanship of the rotten wood is no less than his big star robbery!
"No, I am a swordsman, the purest swordsman, the power to block your sword qi is my sword pressure!"
The Shiwu Sword Eight kept close to Ling Feng, and the close -up and Lingfeng facing the sword. The crazy speed made Ling Feng almost even the time to perform various sword skills.
Sword pressure, Ling Feng's eyelids jumped. For the first time, it turned out that there were still so extreme and pure kendo in this world!
Dang! Dang! Dang!
Between you and me, Ling Feng and the Rotten Wood Sword Eighth fought thousands of swords.
The sword movement of the eight swordsmanship of the rotten wood, without spending, without any excess movement, Ling Feng is unimaginable, how hard for a person to have such a hard -to -have swordsmanship.
It's like a lightning!
If the Rotten Wood Sword Eight kept stopped, Ling Feng couldn't stop at all.
You will feel very, passive!
Soon, Ling Feng discovered that such swordsmanship has a fatal weakness, that is, only the attack is not defeated.
But this is not a weakness for the dead wood sword eight. Because of the sword pressure he mastered, the sword of the opponent could not even cause any effective damage to him.
"Suddenly! Damn!" The dead wood sword eight laughed, and the sword in my hand became faster and faster.
Ling Feng's kendo accomplishment may not be much wicked, but his heart sword repaired, so that he can always avoid the attack of the eight swords of the dead wood.
The battle between the two was thrilling and dangerous, but often no one would hurt anyone.
But under the almost brutal play, Lingfeng took advantage of the wind.
As a bystander, unless it is a strong person who reaches the ten -blade level, watching such a war, just look at a few more glances, and you will feel dizzy, because their consciousness can not keep up with such horrible
speed.
Therefore, in the present, most people couldn't see what happened within the end of the enchantment.
It can only be faintly faint, see two vague shadows, it is difficult to fight.
Wang Shen and Yan Shen general, the complexion is dignified, the virtual soul family is one of the most powerful races within the star domain. Ling Feng is stared at by the virtual soul people so soon.
Then, then
"It seems, the evaluation of this Ling Feng in the rumors seems to be a little too much."
Kurosaki watched the battle in the enchantment, and there was a touch of lighting in his eyes.
Being able to fight with the Rotten Wood Sword for so long, it can be considered as the No. 1 figure, but in Kurosaki's madness, it is just that.
What's more, the eight of the eight swordsmanship of the rotten wood is far from being real.
Even let the dead wood sword eight have all the strengths and are not qualified to understand the secrets of the Wanpan battlefield.
At least, at present, it is not enough.
"Um?"
Suddenly, Kurosaki's crazy pupils suddenly shrank, and the double swords collided on the field. A loud noise of Dang. For the first time, the eighth of the dead wood sword was taken away by Ling Feng!