Galaxy Shattering Blade

In the valley.

The four figures stood upright.

Emperor Zhenwu was in the middle, and the Nine You Thunder Knife was lying quietly on the ground at the moment, no longer the domineering prestige.

"Woo woo~" Ugly Bengpeng Kun, tears fell down, crying like a child, snots and tears mixed together, the ugly face was even more ugly. At this time, where is he like a strong Neptune.

Luo Wanjun, lowering his head and sobbing, pear flowers with tears, purple lips biting.

"Amitabha, Amitabha..." Bai Jie folded his hands together, and let the tears slide down, dripping onto the robes.

"Okay, don't cry anymore!" Zi Yushu wiped her tears, sobbed and swallowed, Junxiu's face was extremely tough: "How does the master teach us on weekdays, the country is the first! The big things are the priority! The crying and crying are not embarrassing "" Clenching his fists, Zi Yushu trembles violently, and his teeth are about to bite.

"Second Brother!" Beng Peng Kun Sisi Tuo Tuo, crying awkwardly.

"Come on, cheer up, we have to fulfill the master's wish!" Zi Yushu shivered.

The figure standing proudly did not fall.

The indifferent color is like a stone carving, but it has already exhausted the heart and has no breath of life. He is the unstoppable pillar and spiritual leader of the ancient China. Because of his existence, the ancient China can stand on top of the entire world without fear of other countries.

Real Emperor Wu!

This is a man like God.

but……

But it is so protruding to leave.

"Peng Kun, Wanjun, you go around." Bai Jie finally raised his head. As a master, he must provoke responsibility, no matter how painful he must endure. Just like the master, even if his life is dying. But... he is still doing what he should do and must do.

"Yushu, place the master's body."

"I'm going to get the lightning knife."

The white ring has a heavy pace.

The sadness of everyone overflowed with words. Each of them was taught and promoted by Zhenwu Emperor, and Zhenwu Emperor treated them. Not just a master, but a father. The expression of feelings originates from the heart and is sincere.

"Brother." Zi Yushu's voice was hoarse.

"The death of the master must be kept strictly confidential." Bai Jie said in a deep voice: "Once it leaks out, it is not only our true martial arts field, but even the entire ancient Chinese country..."

"All may collapse!"

Zi Yushu nodded: "I understand."

Emperor Zhenwu is a real pillar for the ancient China, and has an irreplaceable role. Once the news of death came out. Not only will it cause earthquakes and panic in the entire ancient China, but it will also attract the glance and greed of the other six ancient nations, and ambition erupts!

The war at the beginning of the War Martial Period is very likely--

Turn it on again!

"Who the **** is!" Zi Yushu's handsome face was extremely fierce, "Who is the poisonous hand that hurt the master to such a degree!"

"Unclear." Bai Jie sighed softly.

The two looked at each other with deep fear in their eyes.

The ideas coincide.

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Use hatred to urge the sword to mobilize ‘hate’.

To overbear, urge the Purple Thunder knife method.

Although Lin Feng did not really learn the Purple Thunder knife method. Its "form" is only in memory, and it is impossible to learn by itself the only one that stiffly touches the Nine Nine Thunder Knife. However, the intricate knife marks in the tomb of Emperor Qin. But let Lin Feng completely enter the artistic conception of Purple Thunder Sword.

A set of knives, the general concept is basically the same.

Such as the river water, or clear, or turbid, or endless, the essence remains unchanged.

And...

Emperor Qin's mausoleum was the most profound, and Lin Feng's sentiment was clearest. It was the broken dragon stone pillar. Just like carving, leaving a part of the knife intention above. I'm happy at first. Supplemented by the overbearing sentiment that urged Dao Jin, Lin Feng's knife continued to transform.

one day.

Two days.

Three days...

time. Slowly passing.

Lin Feng's sword is getting better every day. Nowadays, the sword-style domineering nature is complete. Although there is still no hegemony that overlooks the world like Xiang Yu, it already has Lin Feng’s own realm. Compared with the hatred-driven war knife before, the atmosphere is much more magnificent.

From the small road to the road, back to the real Dadao Road.

"Broken!" Lin Feng ranted.

A flash of thunder and lightning, a concise and clear knife, supplemented by his strongest explosive power.

boom! Straight through the invisible barrier.

Ripples, although they failed to break the barrier, were countless times stronger than the knife three days ago.

"Drink!" Lin Feng's eyes were sullen.

Suddenly, Jiulong Zhenji was transported, and aura broke out.

Although the Ti-level body has long since disappeared, Lin Feng’s immediate attack is stronger than the strongest attack three days ago, but it is more than that. Chun Lei roared, and the power of thunder and lightning surged out of the body, even if it was just a little bit, it had a destructive force.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Dao Jin, endless, Lin Feng is like venting, like a knife test, and like an explosion.

Although the invisible barrier ripples, although the movement is more than ten times stronger than before, it is like throwing a pebble into the lake, which is different from a rock.

It has no effect.

"Don't waste your energy." The voice was indifferent, straight into the ear.

Lin Feng stopped and looked down at his own hands, a flash of joy flashed in his eyes, turned to see the virtual image of the overlord Xiang Yu, and bowed his head: "Thank you senior for pointing."

"You understand it, what do you do with me?" Xiang Yu smiled coldly.

Lin Feng shook his head: "Seniors are the real swordsman, although they are casually spoken, but the words are very good for the younger generation."

It's not a false statement. What kind of characters, Xiang Yu, has already reached the realm of swordsmanship.

He casually pointed out that it is far better than his hard training for several years, and he can take a lot of detours.

Xiang Yu scoffed: "The kid can talk."

Lin Feng said in earnest: "Younger sentences come from the heart."

"Okay, don't flatter yourself." Xiang Yu was indifferent, staring at Lin Feng directly: "I will ask you, where did you learn this trick from the thunderstorm?"

Spring thunder storm?

Lin Feng meditated twice and looked to Xiang Yu: "This is the show of the Nine Nether Thunder Knife."

Xiang Yu's eyes lit up: "Thunder Knife, how is it now?"

"The juniors don't know." Lin Feng looked at the overlord Xiang Yu in front of him, and his heart was full of doubts~www.wuxiaspot.com~People are at the sword, why are Xiang Yu here, Jiuyou Leidao was born alone. And this bizarre prison, crystal, inexplicably powerful force of oppression...

There are too many puzzles!

Seeing Xiang Yu staring at himself swiftly, Lin Feng was severely hit by the Nine Nine Thunder Knife, and found it here. The whole process was repeated again.

Xiang Yu nodded.

"You're smart." Xiang Yu sneered sneeredly: "But this time, I'm afraid I'm smart but I was mistaken."

"I have been locked in this broken place for more than two thousand years. I want to get out of it. You're good. Heaven has a way. You don't go. There is no hell. You must break in." Xiang Yu laughed wildly, laughing The voice was arrogant and wild, and the tiger's eyes widened: "Slowly wait here to die, kid!"

After words, Xiang Yu's figure disappeared instantly.

Lin Feng's face suddenly changed.

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(Fourth more ~) (to be continued)