Lin Feng naturally didn't know what was happening outside.

If you know,

He would never force himself to break into the sixth floor, but chose to retreat. Anyway, even if he quits now, he will be the first place and can enter the Demon God Clan!

At this moment,

Lin Feng looked at the blood dripping from his palm, his expression changed.

Injured!

When I used a sword to break through the sky, I was actually injured?

This is also the first time he has been injured since he went down the mountain!

Too strong!

This Indra is simply outrageous!

Compared to this, the people I met before were simply garbage and not worth mentioning!

"I didn't expect you to be the famous skill of the White-Shirt Sword Master! It's really beyond my expectations! Unfortunately... Even that boy Bai Feiyu can't use this sword in front of me!"

Indra was floating in the air and looked down at Lin Feng.

"Swish!"

Lin Feng remained silent, held the sword with one hand, pointed the sword at Indra and launched an attack!

Things have come to this point,

There is no need to say any nonsense!

Only one battle!

Only fight to the death!

"Bang!"

"boom!"

In an instant,

The two of them met dozens of moves again!

In the end, because Lin Feng was one step slower, he was hit on his chest by Indra's magic trick, flew backwards, and a wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Can you do it, slim dog?"

Indra wants to pretend to be a little bitch.

But when Lin Feng didn't even wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, he rushed up again, which made the smile on his face stiffen, and he felt a little annoyed.

Is this kid really a brain disease?

Is it still now,

Still can't see the gap between the two sides clearly?

"Extreme Sword Killing Formation!"

After the sword on the front was blocked by Indra,

Lin Feng walked around behind Indra and released his final trump card - the Extreme Sword Killing Formation!

"Buzz!"

In an instant,

A sword sounded across the sixth floor of space!

Immediately afterwards,

The natal sword in Lin Feng's hand transformed into two, two, four, and finally transformed into ten thousand golden long swords.

Ten thousand long swords trapped Indra.

Five thousand above,

Five thousand are below!

There is a golden sword energy connected between the sword, forming a great sword formation!

"kill!"

Lin Feng spit out a word from his mouth.

Suddenly, thousands of long swords rubbed and made a sound. The sharp sword energy was strangled and strangled towards Indra Shitian like golden silk!

Seeing this scene,

A trace of solemnity finally appeared on Indra's face.

While resisting the sword energy surround, he stared at Lin Feng with his eyes tightly and said:

"You actually understand the sword technique in Qingyun Sword Dao! You are definitely not as simple as the descendant of the White-Shirt Sword Master..."

"That's of course, I have a very important identity, you don't know!"

Lin Feng sneered.

"What is the identity?"

Indra asked subconsciously.

"Friends of Women!!"

Lin Feng said lightly.

When Indra was stunned when he heard this,

Then he realized that Lin Feng was playing tricks on him, and his heart was so angry that he immediately became ferocious.

"What a naughty boy! Do you really think that a mere introductory version of Qingyun Sword Technique can defeat me?"

"Bloody Wrath!"

Indra shouted coldly,

A bloody aura exploded from his body, producing extremely terrifying energy. The energy swept out, making the Jijian Killing Formation twisted and could be destroyed at any time!

Lin Feng had all his strength to control the Extreme Sword Killing Formation to surround and kill Di Shitian,

But it's still useless,

Under the irritable attack of Indra,

The sword formation exploded,

Turns into countless light spots and dissipates between heaven and earth.

"I said it! You can't be my opponent! You want to defeat me at the Nascent Soul stage to go beyond the third level. Are you dreaming?"

Indra said coldly.

Lin Feng remained silent.

Failed?

I have used up all my trump cards, but I am still no match for Indra!

The proud extreme sword killing formation only trapped Indra in less than a minute!

He didn't want to say that it was because he was suppressed by the power of the rules and could not use all his combat power. This was an excuse!

Now I can’t beat you, but I can’t beat you!

"Do you want to try that move?"

Lin Feng was hesitant.

That move was the forbidden sword technique mentioned by the old man. Once used, even if you win, you will win miserably, which will have terrible side effects on your body!

"Even if you don't say it, I know you are definitely related to that old guy from Qingyun..."

"I fell into this situation and have a relationship with Master Qingyun!"

"Now, you can die!"

Indra's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he was ready to kill Lin Feng.

And just then.

A crisp sound rang throughout the audience.

"The biggest snowball ever!"

Lin Feng looked in the sound.

But I saw the entrance to the sixth floor,

A snowman nearly 100 meters tall rushed towards Indra in a huge snowball.

The snowball pushes faster and bigger!
To be continued...