Devour a Saber-toothed Tiger at The Start

Lin Feng knew it, and it was the old Xuanzhen man who had given him the Xuanbing Talisman who was talking.

Listening to your words is better than reading ten years.

After listening to Xuanzhen’s explanation, Lin Feng Rumeng woke up for the first time, and hurriedly said through his thoughts: "Thank you, senior, for your guidance!

"well!"

Xuan Zhen responded and said with a faint smile: "You have an excellent talent for rune seals. I will give you a few rune papers. Remember to cultivate well, and don't let down your excellent talent!"

The voice fell, and a space ring appeared in front of Lin Feng out of thin air.

Lin Feng actually expected such a good thing, put away the space ring and glanced, his eyes immediately narrowed into a slit!

There are more than a few talisman papers in the space ring, Nima has several baskets!

What really made him overjoyed was the simple book placed in the most conspicuous position!

This book seems to be refined from some kind of animal skin, and it has an ancient and long breath.

Four characters are engraved vigorously on the case of the book.

"Ancient Fu Seal!"

What is a pie in the sky?

This is so!

When I just wanted to doze off, someone brought him a pillow.

Just as Lin Feng was about to study the magic seal technique, Old Man Xuanzhen sent him ancient seals!

Happiness came so suddenly that he couldn't turn his mind a little.

To be reasonable, he has never had a relationship with this old man, so why did he give himself such a gift?

Is it true that the old man cherishes his talents, and does not want to see his talent for this talisman humiliated?

Shaking his head, Lin Feng was too lazy to care too much, and directly integrated his mind into the ancient talisman seal.

This ancient rune seal records a wide variety of rune seal metaphysics, gold, wood, water, fire, earth, thunder, wind, poison, light and dark.

Relatively speaking, the Xuanbing Battle Talisman can only belong to the middle and upper reaches of the entire ancient Talisman Seal.

Time flies, and just as Lin Feng was completely forgetting himself and devoting himself to comprehend the talismanic spelling, a long chime pulled his consciousness back to reality.

In the second round of Zongmen duel, the first wave of duel has already been won.

The loser can only leave with unwillingness and reluctance.

Hundreds of decisive battlefields, only fifty sects left in a blink of an eye!

This is Zongmen duel, simple and rude, the survival of the fittest, one after another, continuous duel, fighting.

Until the birth of the true king's teacher, won the final glory for the sect!

After a short break, the second round of the duel soon kicked off.

This time, Qing Duguan's luck was not too good, and he faced the Tang Sect, which was famous for its assassination!

Tang Sect, the assassin world deserves it!

No need for any language to interpret its power!

There is no doubt that this is definitely a tough battle for Qingduguan!

Qingduguan, the first of ten thousand sects recognized by the Qingdu universe.

Tang Sect, the assassination king who made him look like a tiger.

This is a peak showdown!

Outside the decisive battlefield, countless people cast their eyes on this battlefield, and these people flashed an idea almost simultaneously.

Who can have the last laugh in this battle at the peak?

With the dull bell ringing, without any narration, the duel between Qing Duguan and Tang Sect was heated up from the very beginning.

The two sides didn't even make any tentative moves, and they went all out when they shot!

"Wow!"

If Ruowu's breaking wind sounded from all directions, Lin Feng had no fear, but instead he had a fighting spirit in his heart!

Tang Sect was stronger than Anbu, he had long wanted to see the means of seeing each other, and only hoped that they would not let himself down.

As the mind turned, a snow-colored long sword flew out of its own accord, hovering above his head, with a powerful momentum, ready to go!

At the same time, countless hair-thin silver needles, wrapped in unmatched power, swept into silver Changhong.

"Om!"

A sword chant sounded, and the cold ice sword above Lin Feng's head trembled slightly, and then turned into a tens of thousands of snow-colored sword shadows, like a tossing white wave, with great momentum and shaking the world!

The sound of sharp metal collision filled the whole small world, and countless silver needles turned into stars and scattered in the world.

There was also a sword shadow that exploded, and the smoke disappeared.

"Tang Sect Assassin, can't hurt me with this little trick, show me some real skills?"

Old God Lin Feng was there, and even Xianxin stretched out a long lazy waist. If the Tang Sect Assassin had this strength, it would be too boring.

"as you wish!"

There was a cold voice in the void.

Before the words fell, a black shadow flashed away.

"Chang!"

Lin Feng was holding the Chiyan War Sword, raising his hand to sweep the army with one blow.

In the sound of the metal collision, the black shadow trembled all over, a bit of cold light came first, and then the sword came out like the wind!

One sword!

Two swords!

Sombra shoots his sword extremely fast, faster and faster!

The naked eye can no longer catch the trajectory of the sword light, and outsiders only see the cold light flashing around Lin Feng.

"That's interesting."

The assassin's sword was really fast, and it was so fast that it was too difficult for him to completely avoid the attack of Jianguang. He could only forcibly avoid the vital parts and try to keep up with the opponent's rhythm at the cost of minor injuries.

"See how hard you can be."

The shadow sneered again and again, and the offensive became more fierce!

There was continuous blood splashing.

The sound of skin cutting reverberates throughout the small world.

"What is this guy...what is he doing?"

Qing Yunxiao had a black line on his face. He knew very well that Lin Feng's strength was definitely not limited to this level. In the previous battle against Golden Armor Rune Soldiers, this guy showed much stronger strength than it is now.

"Worry about yourself!"

A chuckle fell into Qing Yunxiao's ears, and at the same time, a short blade of Senleng traversed a strange and unpredictable trajectory, towards the back of Qing Yunxiao's neck, and wiped it horizontally.

A little green light shone on the sharp blade.

Tang Sect is not only Wang Zhe of assassins, but also a master of poison. Obviously, this short blade has already been painted with poison, and it is dead!

"Who do you think you are?"

Qing Yunxiao didn't lift his eyelids, as if he hadn't seen the oncoming short blade, and the Zixiao war spear in his hand was stuck on the hard ground.

Hearing only a dull roar, with him as the center, a cyan light curtain visible to the naked eye appeared within a radius of one hundred meters.

The person shrouded in the cyan light curtain immediately felt an indescribable sense of oppression.

The assassin who deceived and killed Qingyunxiao was the first to bear the brunt. The whole person seemed to be confined in a closed space. Despite his struggles, his figure remained motionless.

The short blade, which had reached mid-air and was less than a foot away from the target's neck, could not move anymore.

"Send you on the road first."

With a long roar, Qing Yunxiao suddenly drew out the Zixiao battle spear, and his backhand was a split.

The Tang Sect assassin who was still invincible in the previous moment, but like a puppet with a broken line in the next second, "swish" to the side, and the person was still in the air, completely losing his vitality.

"Tang Qi!"

The other four of the Tang Sect were taken aback. They were very clear about the strength of their companions. They were a well-deserved leader among the younger generation of Tang Sect. But now they didn't even have time to make a move, so they died on the spot?

"You are Qingyunxiao! The first genius of Qingduguan! It is rumored that you have the blood of the ancient saint king, Kong, and now it seems that the rumor is true!"

Tang San seemed to have thought of something suddenly, and his eyes looked at Qing Yunxiao with a strong shock!

Ancient Saint King, empty?

What the **** is this?

Lin Feng frowned slightly, and it was the first time he heard the term Ancient Saint King.

"You also die for me!"

As soon as Qing Yunxiao's spear turned, he was about to rush towards Tang San!

"Wait, his opponent is me!"