Yu Jiao stared at Lin Feng with her eyes, and the charm in her eyes disappeared, but with a hint of surprise.

The aura Lin Feng released just now was only the fifth level of the Lingwu Realm, but he realized and controlled the sword force, which was extremely powerful, and killed Kecheng in an instant. Although Kecheng underestimated the enemy and did not take Lin Feng seriously, it cannot be denied that Lin Feng's own strength was very strong, enough to threaten the sixth level of the Lingwu Realm.

Yu Jiao frowned slightly. She had never seen Lin Feng before, so she looked down on the other party at all just now, but because of this kind of ignorance, Ke Cheng lost his life.

"Hehe, Zu Ning, that guy Kecheng is really useless. To this extent, people at the sixth level of Lingwu Realm, even if this guy always has sword power, is enough to deal with it." Yu Jiaojiao smiled, first pointing out that Kecheng is useless and underestimating the enemy, and then telling Zu Ning that the sixth level of Lingwu Realm is enough to deal with Lin Feng, with deep scheming.

Zu Ning frowned. Although he knew that Yu Jiao's words were instigating him, he felt that it was a fact. Even if a person at the fifth level of the Lingwu Realm controlled the sword, would it be enough to deal with him?

His eyes flashed, Zu Ning dispelled a trace of fear in his heart, and a trace of fighting spirit appeared in his eyes.

"Zu Ning, you won't be afraid when you see Ke Cheng being killed, are you?" Yu Jiao's voice was a little strange, and she spoke, making Zu Ning's eyes stagnate, gritting her teeth and staring at Lin Feng, and said, "How could I be afraid? It's just the fifth level of the Lingwu Realm, I'll take his life now."

A cold smile flashed in Lin Feng's eyes and he said jokingly: "Why are you still standing there?"

Zu Ning saw Lin Feng's calmness and confidence in his eyes, his face turned ugly, and his mind moved. Suddenly, behind Zu Ning, a pair of eyes appeared, like the eyes of an eagle and falcon, extremely sharp. When these sharp eyes with a hint of illusion appeared, Zu Ning's eyes also became weird.

"Martial soul!" Lin Feng's eyes narrowed slightly. The eyes behind Zu Ning must be a kind of martial soul, a martial soul he had never seen before.

However, Lin Feng was not too surprised. He could not know how vast the Jiuxiao Continent was. Even a snowy land had four empires and nine kingdoms. He was now only in the Snowy Country, an ordinary country, and there were countless martial souls he didn't know.

"A sword shocked the thunder." Lin Feng's body trembled slightly, and a sword stabbed out, and the thunder exploded.

Zu Ning's strange eyes stared at Lin Feng's sword, and stood there motionless. When Lin Feng came in front of him, his body slightly tilted, and Lin Feng's sword thrust through his body.

At the same time, Zu Ning raised his palm, and at this time his palm was as weird as his eyes, with a wisp of sharp light, and directly buckled towards Lin Feng's eyes, with a vicious move.

Lin Feng's long sword buzzed and swirled out, but Zu Ning's body was actually rotating against the long sword, and his palm was still moving forward, and he was about to buckle Lin Feng's head.

The body gently tapped the ground, and the light flew away. Lin Feng's body floated back and then retreated. Another sword was slashed without hesitation, and he took the deathly sword, with a brilliant light and as fast as thunder.

"Your sword, don't even think of touching me."

A cold voice came out of Zu Ning's mouth, and he saw his body whirling slightly. The death-taking sword light actually passed by his eyes again. It was a slight difference, but it could not cause any harm to Zu Ning.

"These eyes can see my movements clearly and avoid dodge, which is somewhat similar to Amaterasu's martial soul."

Lin Feng said in his heart, his breath gradually became cold, his eyes were ruthless, and those gray pupils appeared again.

Seeing the changes in Lin Feng's aura, Zu Ning frowned. Lin Feng's temperament changed in a quasi-instant manner, becoming ruthless and cold, making his heart tremble slightly.

If his eyes are weird, then Lin Feng's eyes can no longer be described as monsters. They are cold and ruthless, unlike human eyes.

"Can't you touch you?"

A cold voice came out of Lin Feng's mouth, and then a bone-broken chill came upon Zu Ning's body. The sword became sharper and had a slight destructive aura.

"Deathly Sword."

Lin Feng swung his sword, his body slashing towards Zu Ning like a phantom.

Zu Ning snorted coldly, and his strange eyes shot out a sharp aura, his body flashed gently, and the sword fell into nothing again.

"Sword of Death."

Lin Feng's face was expressionless, and another sword danced out. The gray intention of destruction bloomed. The coldness of death enveloped Zu Ning, making Zu Ning's body a little stiff. Even at the sixth level of the Lingwu Realm, he did not dare to take Lin Feng's sword head-on. The swordsman with the sword's power had too strong attack power and had to avoid his sharp edge.

His body turned into a phantom. Although the sword of death was fast, the traces passed became particularly clear under his strange gaze and could not touch him.

At this moment, Lin Feng's eyes were staring at Zu Ning. The trajectory of Zu Ning's body floating slowed down in his pupils, extremely clear.

Lin Feng looked at Zuning as Zuning looked at his sword.

The gray destructive aura flowed on the long sword, and Lin Feng's movements stopped for a moment. He swung his sword out, and Zu Ning kept dodging.

While observing the movement of Zuning's body, a hint of indifference appeared on the corner of Lin Feng's mouth, and he whispered: "It's over."

The very calm voice, but with extremely strong confidence, made Zu Ning's heart tremble slightly. Then, he felt the cold sword force in the world suddenly disappear and turn into nothingness in an instant.

There was no more coldness, no more sharpness, only one sword, an extremely ordinary sword stabbed towards him.

Zu Ning stared at the sword with his strange pupils, with a look of confusion in his eyes. He wanted to see how this sword ended.

His body trembled, Zuning dodged to the left, and then the next one, his pupils contracted.

The sword was still ahead of him, pointing to his heart position.

A sharp light was released from his strange eyes, and Zu Ning's body dodged again, staring at the simple and unpretentious sword. However, what shocked Zu Ning was that the sword was like a tarsal worm, following like a shadow, without any deviation, and still pointed at his heart. What made Zu Ning even more frightened was that the sword was closer to his heart.

"How is this possible? How is this possible? My Hawkeye Martial Spirit cannot misread the trajectory of the sword."

Zu Ning's heart began to tremble. He suddenly realized that this simple and unpretentious sword was a sword of return to nature and a sword of death that killed people and killed people.

Seeing the sword getting closer and closer, Zu Ning wanted to dodge, but found that he was unable to do so.

He raised his palms, since he could not avoid it, he fought there. However, at this moment, a sudden sharp and sharp meaning bloomed out, causing Zu Ning's heart to twitch violently, and a trace of despair flashed in his eyes. What a sharp sword artistic conception, which was stronger than the sword intent when the endless sword momentum bloomed.

This is not an ordinary sword, but a sword into the tiny.

Lin Feng also looked at his sword, from the point of being in a tiny way, but it should not be just the point of being in a tiny way, enhancing his attack power.

To be intimate, it is to the extreme, subtle, to the slightest; it is a slight attack, but it contains various changes, including sword power and sword intent; it is every inconspicuous sword move, but it has the most sharp attack. This is the real micro, from a magnificent momentum to enter the micro realm.

The eyes have regained their spirits, no longer have indifference and ruthlessness, but have a hint of enlightenment.

The same as the momentum, belongs to a state of state. Some people comprehend more, while others comprehend less. Only by fully comprehend the momentum can they enter the state of state of the micro. However, the same state of the micro, and the understanding can be different from thousands of miles. At this moment, Lin Feng's understanding of the state of the micro has become deeper.

"Swish!"

With a light sound, the long sword in Lin Feng's hand pierced Zu Ning's body without any accident and pierced Zu Ning's heart. The sword intent contained in the slightest sword destroyed Zu Ning's internal organs in an instant.

Zu Ning's eyes were wide open, and the strange luster dissipated, and he whispered: "I... feel so... regret!"

After saying that, Zu Ning's head tilted and there was no breath of life.

Lin Feng's eyes were expressionless, and the long sword was pulled out, Zu Ning's body fell down, while Lin Feng's gaze fell on Yu Jiao not far away, making Yu Jiao tremble all over.
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