Chapter 1992 Fight Hard!

Appeared, the strong man called the Great Sage.

When people all over the world seemed to be in despair, the great sage who appeared out of nowhere, holding a flying sword in his hand, pointed at the Tsing Yi High Priest in the auditorium, and shouted angrily, "Go to hell!"

"Great Sage?"

The Master of Tsing Yi squinted his eyes, and obviously recognized Lin Feng, the elusive great sage who had always been against their Bi'an Sect.

Recently, they have also found out the true identity of this Great Sage, who is the seventh innate elder of Huaxia Kingdom and the founder of the Great Sage Group.

Originally, the entire Bian'an sect was busy with this important event and had no time to take care of the great sage's affairs, but they didn't expect that the great sage would come to their door by himself.

"Hahaha... Is it because you have repeatedly ruined the good things of our Bianjiao? So you are also a cultivator! No wonder you can defeat the red clothes and the others, but it's a pity... If it was two months ago, I would not be you at all opponent, but now... I have the power granted by Lord Heretic God, and I am already a monk in the Nascent Soul stage, you... are destined to become the soul of my sword!"

Clang!

When Lin Feng's flying sword swished towards the High Hierarch in Tsing Yi, the High Hierarch in Tsing Yi also pulled out a bloody sword from inside his cloak.

"Blood drinking mad knife! Break!"

With a sudden slash, Lin Feng's flying sword was sent flying back.

The power of the two magic weapons collided, shining golden light, and the scientists around were also dumbfounded.

Because in their view, this era of cold weapons is no longer such a long time ago. How could anyone still use such weapons? Moreover, what puzzled them even more was how could such a cold weapon be so powerful and capable of flying at the command of its master?

At this time, the people around the world in front of the TV were completely dumbfounded.

Flying sword and mad knife!

The pinnacle duel!

This is simply... almost like the immortals in those Chinese mythological movies!

This is many times taller than their Western magic and wizards, and it is more impactful. It is completely a sense of déjà vu from watching blockbuster movies.

And at the moment when Lin Feng appeared, Chinese people all over the world cheered up immediately. Almost all of them cheered for the Great Sage in front of the TV with one voice, shouting the name of the Great Sage.

"Great Sage! Great Sage..."

"The great sage... must win..."

Although they knew that the Great Sage who was fighting fiercely in the auditorium at this time would definitely not be able to hear their voices, they were proud, they were proud, and they felt infinitely honored to be descendants of the Yellow Emperor.

The great sage is the great sage of the Chinese people.

The Great Sage is the God of War belonging to China.

...

Capital, Dragon Group.

"It has appeared! Elder Song, Lin Feng has finally appeared."

Elder Wang trembled excitedly, and shouted almost word by word, "He is already the last barrier for us humans!"

"If even Lin Feng can't defeat these monsters from the Bi'an Sect, I'm afraid...they really can only use nuclear weapons, and one of them will die together."

Song Hongyi's expression was very stern. He knew that Lin Feng would definitely make a move, sooner or later, but he understood even more how terrifying the great leader in Tsing Yi was on the screen.

He is a cultivator, like Lin Feng, and a powerful cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage.

"I can only watch Lin Feng's!"

"Trust him, after all, he is a great saint!"

"We can only rely on him, we must win!"

...

Although the other elders of the dragon group have innate strength, they have no meaning at all in the current battle. It doesn't make any difference whether they are innate masters or ordinary people.

"What about other aspects? Elder Wang, the activities of the Bi'an Sect in our country..."

Song Hongyi asked again.

"Temporarily suppressed! Other countries are more serious. Because we have not been penetrated by the other side, we have kept key departments." Elder Wang replied.

"That's good! There are eleven other elders in the Bi'an Church, and the task is arduous!" Song Hongyi sighed again, continued to look at the TV screen, and said firmly, "Lin Feng, you must win!"

...

At the same time, in the capital, Lin Feng's home, Lin's father and Lin's mother have also fallen into a panic. They locked the door of the house, watching the situation in the auditorium on the TV screen, Lin's father and Lin's mother couldn't help but wonder Lin Feng became worried.

"What's the matter? Old Lin, the camera shook just now, but why didn't I see our little Feng?" Mother Lin said worriedly, "It's so dangerous inside now, those two big men are fighting, Xiaofeng must not I was accidentally injured!"

On the contrary, Father Lin frowned, looking at the great sage who was constantly fighting with the Tsing Yi leader of the Bi'an Sect, he was a little suspicious in his heart.

However, he didn't dare to be sure, so he could only quickly comfort Lin's mother and said, "Guizhu! Don't worry, little Feng is auspicious and will be fine."

And at this time, in Lin Feng's room upstairs, the "Mountains, Rivers and Community Map" hanging above the bed began to slowly emit light.

In the picture, Qin Yanran was still holding a human pen, and kept drawing in front of the small hut. More and more small animals around her became more and more vivid, and the old saint of painting also came to life. Standing behind her, stroking her beard, watching Qin Yanran paint with a gratified expression, she kept nodding and said, "Haha! It's almost there, it's almost there..."

...

On the other side, in the auditorium, Lin Feng was furious. He didn't care whether you, the master in Tsing Yi, were in the Golden Core stage or the Nascent Soul stage. In short, it was time to act.

Even if he really wanted to die, he would still fight.

"Sister Tongtong, you retreat immediately, I will block this monster! Come on! Come on! Let's have a good fight!"

Holding a Fengtong sword in his hand, Lin Feng's murderous intent was awe-inspiring. The vitality in his body had already reached its limit, urging the Fengtong sword, and he continued to fight with the blood-drinking mad knife of the Tsing Yi Great Hierarch.

clang clang clang clang...

During the fight, Lin Feng's vitality was far from being the opponent of the Tsing Yi High Leader, and he was immediately at a disadvantage. Even the Feng Tong sword was overwhelmed, and it might break directly at any time.

"No! Lin Feng, I won't leave, I'll help you..."

Li Yutong quickly asked the scientists to escape from the auditorium through the exit, and then came back immediately. She held a thin thread in her hand, which was the secret weapon that Lin Feng made for her with black iron and mithril. , seeing that Lin Feng was at a disadvantage, she immediately used a thin line to sneak up on the Tsing Yi High Priest from behind.

collapse!

However, this was just a thin thread of a middle-grade spiritual weapon, and it couldn't trap the Tsing Yi High Priest in the Nascent Soul stage at all. He pulled it lightly with his hand, and then pulled it violently, and it snapped.

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