(the description of "title Wu Shen" may not be clear enough. "I''m the representative of" Shou "? Lin Feng is stunned.
"Yes." master LAN Shou nodded and said with a smile, "you will participate in the supernova competition on behalf of ''shou'' and compete with the strongest Emperor Wu among the other three forces."
"Good." Lin Feng replied without hesitation.
Since I joined the "hunting", I naturally have this obligation and responsibility.
The blue hunting master was stunned and immediately patted Lin Feng''s shoulder with satisfaction. "The attitude is correct, quite good. Are you confident?"
"Yes." Lin Fengxuan smiled.
There was no superfluous words, but the look told everything.
The blue hunting master narrowed his eyes and said intentionally or unintentionally: "Feng Lei, the representative of tianwu army, is a genius as famous as Fang Ning. After the experience of ancient relics of ''iron and Steel'', his strength is close to the peak of ''Emperor Wu''..."
"No problem." a ray of light burst out in Lin Feng''s eyes.
Lin Feng is very confident in his current strength, that is, Fang Ning stands in front of him——
Dare to fight!
…
Gun field.
"Ha ha, it''s not that friends don''t gather." Wang Chong laughed.
"I didn''t expect younger martial brother to meet the sword again, and this is the first round." Han tie shook his head.
"Little sword is really unlucky. Last time I met Fang Ning at the height of the sun, this time I met martial brother Lin Feng." Lala sighed lightly.
Han Ziling smiled lightly. If they fought last time, it would be hard to say whether they would win or lose.
But this time
In his mind, he was easily defeated by Lin Feng three times. Han Ziling shook his head slowly.
Younger martial brother Lin Feng, you have become too strong.
…
…
March 2nd.
In front of the light curtain ladder, everyone gathered together.
In the first round, there were few highlights, but they were extremely dazzling. After Lin Feng avoided the sword last time, this time, the two "geniuses" met again.
Fatalistic encounter!
March championship, battle between first and second.
Who is stronger?
This issue has been discussed countless times as early as a month.
"Will Lin Feng win? After all, he is the ''new emperor''. He has beaten Xiaojian in the championship for two consecutive months."
"Stupid, if Lin Feng could win, he wouldn''t have avoided the war a month ago."
"Yes! Although Lin Feng is the ''new emperor'', in terms of strength, a small sword should be a little better."
Although Lin Feng was promoted to the "new emperor", the students who supported him were still not as good as Xiaojian. Some students may not think so, but their mouth said something else.
In the final analysis, two words——
envy.
Xiaojian had already come to the corner early, his hands around his chest, and sat quietly with his eyes closed.
recuperate and build up energy!
"I haven''t seen him so serious for a long time." answer Lu Wan''er''s beautiful eyes twinkled, but she stood aside and didn''t bother.
Growing up with Xiaojian, Da luwan''er is definitely the one who knows Xiaojian best.
It looks like a careless little sword. It''s very conceited.
He can accept losing to Fang Ning because Fang Ning is two years older than him.
But he can''t accept Lin Feng who is a month younger than him!
This is the pride of a ''genius''.
…
At noon, with the appearance of the blue hunter, the first round of the trial in March will begin soon!
However, the forest wind has not yet appeared.
Avoid war again?
There was a lot of discussion in the field, and the discordant voice seemed to come out again.
"Shit, Lin Feng won''t be a coward again?"
"Fortunately, I learned well this time. I bet on the sword, ha ha!"
The students whispered to each other. Obviously, they still remember Lin Feng''s "avoiding the war" last time. Only Xiaojian still closed his eyes, as if he wasn''t worried at all, because he knew that since Lin Feng promised the battle, he would be happy——
Will come!
"Pa!" Xiao Jian''s eyes opened, sparkling.
Looking at the distance, in an instant, the voices of the people calmed down, and all doubts, such as mirrors and virtual shadows, were broken.
He''s coming.
…
Lin Feng stepped in quietly and smiled at the little sword.
I am also looking forward to this war.
At this time, the voice of the blue Hunter suddenly sounded, "Scene 1, Lin Feng to the sword!"
"I hope you don''t disappoint me." Xiaojian was wary.
"Of course not." Lin Feng nodded.
When two fists collide, they are full of sparks in their eyes. They are not only friends, but also the most competitive opponent!
……
Virtual and real space.
"Wow!" a white light flashed.
Holding the ice soul dragon gun, Lin Feng''s expression was calm and natural.
Now I am far more than I could have been a month ago.
In front of him, the white light as thin as a cicada''s wing flickered. Lin Feng seemed to be in a mysterious independent space. He slightly closed his eyes and immediately felt the dazzling "soul power light ball" in his mind. His heart and eyes were scattered in his mind like a map.
"There." Lin Feng immediately sensed the position of the sword and smiled.
He did not intend to "sneak attack.".
…
"When ~ ~" the clear bell rang.
The aperture in front of me slowly dissipated, and everything around me flashed, including——
Sword!
They smiled at each other. For a moment, Lin Feng moved, and the ice soul behind him came out of the scabbard with a sharp cold. Lin Feng''s speed suddenly accelerated!
War!!
With indomitable momentum, the forest wind broke out at the strongest speed. The streamer flashed, and a huge white Jiao in the sky seemed to be pumping out. It opened its mouth horribly. The sharp corner on its forehead was lifelike, especially the pair of Jiao eyes.
"Powerful, the shooting technique has reached the third level!"
"What''s the use of high realm and strong strength? I don''t know if I can leave two points when attacking. It''s ridiculous to do my best as soon as I make a move."
"The momentum is too strong. Once the sword dodges, Lin Feng will be hurt."
After all, the training base has gathered a group of talented martial artists, who can see many mysteries. Han Ziling sat quietly aside, staring at the light screen, listening to the people''s words, and the corners of his mouth couldn''t help but draw a little. If Lin Feng''s attack is so easy to avoid, she won''t lose three times in a row.
How could it be so simple?
Xiaojian''s eyebrows are slightly tufted. He is as smart as he feels unusual.
But
"My attack is inferior." Xiaojian made a judgment in an instant, and his heart was cold. "Lin Feng''s strong shooting realm has so perfectly combined strength and gun intention."
There is no choice!
The little sword wanted to hide, but the rest of the light suddenly caught a glimpse of the arc drawn by the corner of Lin Feng''s mouth.
"Not good!" Xiaojian suddenly changed his look. He suddenly found that the Qi flow around him was very strange, and a powerful force blocked his way. The gun shadow of Lin Feng in front of him was very strong, and the cold light was shining all over the sky, as if he would be attacked wherever he hid.
"Can you avoid it..." Lin Feng''s expression was indifferent.
The mind has already locked the sword, and the soul force is released, squeezing the surrounding space.
As soon as he clenched his teeth, the little sword immediately came out of the scabbard and flashed impressively.
Thunder and lightning!
In an instant——
"Peng!!" Lin Feng''s amazing and terrible power broke out. In the void, the white giant Jiao frantically tore at the little sword. At this time, the double swords of Xiaojian came a strange and flexible feeling. The short sword gives vent to its strength, but the long sword is as fast as lightning and stabs the tiger''s mouth!
The coordination is quite precise!
It''s as if two martial artists are using different sword moves at the same time, which is very mysterious.
"What a strange move." Lin Feng was surprised in his heart.
The move of small sword is very novel.
But
"Do you think you can stop it so easily?" Lin Feng''s eyes twinkled.
The soul power broke out in an instant, and the terrible pressure made my little sword''s face change continuously. The short sword in my hand was as heavy as a thousand, and the sword formula I created seemed to fall into a mire.
"Chi!" the long sword of the little sword directly penetrated Lin Feng''s right hand holding the gun.
"Awesome!!"
"This move is really wonderful!"
All the people looked happy and cheered. Lin Feng was about to abandon his gun. However, in an instant, everyone''s face changed.
"It''s over!" Lin Feng''s eyes were bright, his soul power was completely vented, and burst out. He held the ice soul Teng dragon gun in his left hand and stabbed it out with all his strength!
Quick, accurate, cruel!
No matter how sophisticated the defense is, it can''t stop the power beyond the load!
Restrained by the soul force, the rhythm of the little sword was disordered. At once, a terrible force hit the tiger''s mouth. The right hand short sword was suddenly collapsed, and the left hand long sword had no time to stop.
In fact, even if you want to stop, you are powerless
"Chi!!"
Lin Feng''s gun turned into a streamer and ran directly through the heart of the sword.
The left hand shook slightly, and in an instant, the sound of Peng ran burst out.
Sword, defeat.
……
Looking at the dim light screen, the battle just now was deeply branded in the hearts of everyone. No one expected that Xiaojian obviously took the advantage and abandoned Lin Feng''s right hand, but in the end, it was a poor chess and was successfully counterattacked by Lin Feng.
"What a piece of shit!"
"Shit, little sword is too careless."
"Second Olympic Games, can Lin Feng win in this way?"
Dugu Feng sat in the corner and smiled coldly, "I thought this'' new emperor ''was great, just like Fang Ning, relying on strength to suppress the sword."
"It''s a pity." Lei put his hands around his chest and sighed lightly: "if the sword has the power not inferior to se Linfeng, the outcome of this battle will be rewritten."
Among the people, I''m afraid Han Ziling is the only one who can see clearly.
good luck?
Lin Feng didn''t even take out 30% of his strength!
"Too ignorant." Han Ziling shook her head slowly. Naturally, her character won''t explain too much.
"Lost, really lost." Xiaojian looked a little lonely. Although he had thought about the ending, he felt unacceptable when it really came. That kind of taste is like falling from the top of the cloud!
However, this is the real gap in strength!
Others don''t know, but will Xiaojian, as a party, not understand?
From the beginning of Lin Feng''s attack to the end, he was like a puppet pulling a line, completely under Lin Feng''s control.
I can''t resist!
good luck?
How can there be so much luck in the battle, only——
losers are always in the wrong.
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