Chapter 1140: Top Line

You were seriously injured by this tactic just now. Right now, I'm burning for repair and potential. This strike will leave me seriously injured. I will also be seriously injured by this strike. I'm going to make this straight line the real top line.

Mince!

In the void, Zhong Laishan's discoloration became more painful, but it still urged the wearing of the huge golden sword light.

In the blink of an eye, all the dim golden light turned into a golden sword and turned into a big killer.

This void formed a ball to write, as if to disappear from the sky, floating, everyone was panicked underneath, there was no double battle, everything was soft.

"Restore the shaking sword!"

"Guizhuang Yuanjian likes it!"

Slaughter!

In everyone's panic, Qin Feng had no other defense, only one action - to attack actively, spinning the rusty broken sword, and constantly striking one sword after another.

Buzz! and "Buzz!"

The deafening voice, trembling, seemed to shatter the soul. Many shouted, their eyes glazed and their heads cracking open at any moment.

Qin Feng completely erupted, swinging like an ordinary broken sword, holding a sword in the air, bombarding it with terrifying energy. There is a loving child wrestling with the sky.

"It's very powerful, no wonder you don't respect the sect master!"

"Unfortunately, the bishop lost the most powerful sword he had acquired in decades, much stronger than before, and he resisted defeat in the same way. ”

Far away, many economic disciplines are fond of the Tao.

He's dead!

Nakalai Mountain is ruthless. The sword flew in his hand. The golden sword light in the sky seemed to be under control. It began to turn into a golden streamer, quickly slashing towards Qin Feng.

"Qin Feng, I see how you can stop this move. Zhong Laishan smiled confidently.

"Then you have to take a look. Qin Feng replied, facing the golden lightning, he retreated step by step, unable to retreat. Now he is trying to build the strongest sword possible, draining the power of wearing a golden sword.

In the face of Zhonglai Mountain's terrifying killing tactics, he really had no better way. He just wanted to learn how to cultivate his actions and potential through burning, as he himself used the power of the spell to enhance it, and there was certainly a limit to what he was working hard for.

I love fighting and spinning swords!

At the last moment, Qin Fengzhe was the strategy.

"Problem"

The whirlpool of the sword path was broken, and this time, the power of the golden sword was as great as ever, and it was suffocating.

However, at this moment, a black rose appeared in Qin Feng's palm.

They were all startled and opened their eyes to see through it. The fastest Zhang Yangjie didn't know that Qin Feng was holding Baal, and he only felt that the delicate flower bones exuded a powerful force.

Go ahead!

With a wave of Qin Feng's palm, the rose bone flew out. At the same time, the flowers and bones bloom together, and the inner strength bursts out. The flower bones are getting bigger and bigger, and the flowers are blooming together. Soon, the petals completely enveloped Qin Feng and protected its center, forming a large flower about ten feet long.

Issue!

The rose is engraved with a golden sword light.

I only saw these flowers tremble violently and spin, and a crazy petal transmitted the impact, and as the petals rotated, a terrible force struck in all directions.

"Qin Feng, you really have a lot of methods, but unfortunately, they are all insect carving skills, coveting to death, squeezed into bundles. Zhong Laishan sneered and joked, controlling the light wearing the golden sword and continuing to slash.

What you don't know scares you? In the flowers, Qin Feng replied coldly.

At this point, the first petal is completely broken, the power is exhausted, and the second and third petals are pierced.

Go ahead!

Qin Feng didn't have horn pain. As soon as he left the hand, a bell jar appeared and covered his core. The golden bell cylinder emits a metallic glow that is truly incomparable.

Issue!

The light of the golden sword shattered the rose, and the man struck the bell jar, causing a massive metal impact.

"It's a baby, it's very powerful!"

In the distance, people stared in shock.

Chop! Chop!

However, Nakaraiyama has a cold face that controls the light of the sword.

Bang.

There are cracks in the jar of the Admiralty.

The golden sword - the light hit again.

The cracks in the golden bell jar spread like a spider's web.

No, Qin Feng's five lucky mist suddenly flashed on him, and it was precisely to explode the power of the Holy Third Layer to resist these terrifying swords,

Issue!

The Golden Bell Jar suddenly broke, and Qin Feng flew in and directly knocked the man down.

"Bang. Qin Feng fell on a piece of waste noise, there was rubble everywhere to blow up tickets, he sprayed blood, but his face had a happy color, "Blocked!"

Only by facing the blow head-on can we know how terrible this is.

The revamp of Nakalai Mountain has lost the real champion of the first layer.

Zhonglai Mountain broke out, and it took how much strength to shake Qin Feng before killing him here.

He couldn't believe that Qin Feng wouldn't really kill him.

In his opinion, Qin Feng must be seriously injured and his life is in danger, so he wants to withdraw from the battle and heal. How could Zhonglai Mountain make a wish to Qin Feng? He had burned too much, and his must have been greatly reduced to the first layer of Zhengzhuang Yuan, which was equivalent to decades of hard work, and he would not recover for a moment and a half.

But Qin Feng's wounds could recover in a short time. As soon as Qin Feng was released from prison today, he let him recover and commit suicide again. What are we going to do?

"Problem"

The Nakalai Mountain killer likes to swell. A sword struck the ground like a gap between heaven and earth. Qin Feng retreated, bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and his injuries became more serious within a few minutes.

One more time!

The great pursuit of Zhonglai Mountain, stronger, burned all over the body, and carried the sword through the Qin Dynasty with a sword in hand.

"Find death!" Qin Feng chased very low, and finally fought back.

Buck!

The problem with the broken sword was the sword of Nakaraiya, which hit Nakaraiya and immediately flew out. Then, like a big peng, Qin Feng killed the corpse of the ticket.

In this way, the two collided and poured the most terrible blood into a river. In the end, Zhong Laishan underestimated the horror of the third layer of the Holy Being, or he didn't know how terrifying the Holy One was. Although Qin Feng was seriously injured, he still had more strength to deal with the real first-level champion.

In the end, Zhonglai Mountain was slapped by Qin's fan, and people kept coughing with trembling blood. Anyway, there's no way to go.

Bang!

The bell of the cross fell down and stood in the noise of the Sword Pavilion. He coughed up blood with a big mouth and could barely stand up!

Being a crow and a bird in the world is silent, and for a long time, no one dared to believe it.

Zhong Laishan was defeated.

As an economic head, he suffered huge losses and lost the ability to fight the First World War.

He has achieved a great deal over the years. Today, in the best of times, when he was ready to throw away his Sword Attic and fulfill the will that all his previous economic suzerains had not fulfilled, he was defeated and coughed up blood.

How can this not be shocking?

There aren't many economic disciplines that are talking about this. The battle was amazing, and the battle was not short. At the end of the battle, many were shocked.

Some people even began to boldly predict that Qin Feng would kill Zhonglai Mountain and seize the position of economic suzerain.

Between the two giants, the Sword Attic was destroyed, and the Economic Emperor changed the sky.

"Qin Feng Tower," Sha Shiyi whispered softly.

I only saw the sky, Qin Feng was brilliant all over, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and it seemed that sometimes he was lazy and weak, coming from mid-air.

Buck!