100,000 Years of Body Refining

boom!

In the time and space battlefield, Qin Feng's momentum soared in vain, and his soul was shaken violently.

Along with this shock, a terrifying aura burst out, instantly shook the unintentional knife and withdrew it, but he also backed away.

Both of them retreated a hundred feet.

The unintentional beautiful eyes were narrowed, and his expression was heavy. It was clear that Qin Feng was already at the end of a crossbow. Why did he suddenly explode such a breath, but this is not the time to think about it.

I saw the backward Qin Fengmeng cut down with a sword, and the sword intent was like a stream of light, slashing towards her in an instant.

"Burning soul!"

Unintentionally bursting into a drink, the Soul Burning Sword continued to erupt, and there were constant vibrations in the field, and time and space cracked.

Soon, Wuxin stopped her retreat, and the sword in front of her had been smashed to pieces, but at this moment, Qin Feng slammed forward, her eyes narrowed, and her soul burned decisively, frantically gathering strength, pulling Knife to cut.

She did not shy away.

Qin Feng didn't either.

Both are crazy head-to-head duels.

The perseverance bonus and the soaring soul breath made Wuxin see Qin Feng's weirdness. She was afraid that Qin Feng would become more weird if the battle continued for a long time, and she wanted to fight quickly.

Not to mention Qin Feng, he was dominated by obsession, only the obsession of fighting, how could he retreat.

"Boom!"

The strength of the two quickly collided, the swords, lights, swords and shadows were intertwined, and then they passed by, Qin Feng's sword directly pierced Wuxin's soul. At that moment, Wuxin's soul trembled, and the burning flames quickly dimmed, and she seemed to be extinguished. His soul is also quite illusory in an instant.

At almost the same time, the Soul Burning Knife slashed on Qin Feng's soul. Qin Feng's soul was stagnant, frozen like a wood, difficult to move, and illusory fast.

That skyrocketing momentum was rapidly exhausted, as if it could not resist the obliteration of the Burning Soul Sword at all.

Rao is so, Qin Feng did not retreat.

The same is true for unintentional.

Both of them did not shy away, fighting for their lives to decide the outcome.

"Boom!"

I don't know how long it has passed, the field burst out in vain, and the two souls flew out at the same time, the unintentional burning flames quickly extinguished, and then fell on the grassland, almost transparent.

Qin Feng was not much better.

Before he landed, his soul burned out and went out as if it landed transparently. If you don't look closely, you won't be able to capture his soul.

At that moment, Qin Feng only felt as if he had lost his consciousness.

The same goes for Wuxin in the distance, this time he fell down and failed to stand up quickly.

Both of them competed to the limit, completely losing all their strength.

In this case, who can take the lead in regaining a little strength may be able to determine the outcome.

In the main hall, the middle-aged man watched this scene. Under his calm gaze, he couldn't see the slightest wave. He didn't know how to think. After half an instant, he suddenly said, "That's it?"

"Why end here?" Xiao Ling responded flatly, as if she could see Qin Feng and Wuxin fighting.

"Are you confident in him?" The middle-aged man was a little surprised.

Under such circumstances, Qin Feng and Wuxin didn't dare to say that they could win, and even their souls were not stable, and their souls would be scattered and completely annihilated.

Of course, he didn't want to see the heartlessness and the gods die.

"You don't have confidence in her?" Xiao Ling asked not to answer.

The middle-aged man was silent.

"Since there is no confidence, why do we need to fight?" Xiao Ling said again.

The middle-aged man smiled suddenly and said nothing.

In that case, as you wish, there is no end to the outcome.

In the time and space battlefield.

Qin Feng's soul was lying there weakly, his consciousness was almost blurred, his soul was constantly illusory, as if he was about to dissolve nothingness, completely annihilating his soul.

But just before he was about to lose consciousness completely, he suddenly thought of Xiao Ling, Yooner, and Master...

Thinking of this, Qin Feng's consciousness gradually recovered, and the disappeared soul gradually stabilized.

Can't die!

He can't die yet!

Must be alive!

The strong desire to survive forced Qin Feng to desperately stabilize his consciousness and not let himself lose consciousness and perish.

Because he knows that once he loses his consciousness, he really doesn't exist anymore.

He is not afraid of death, but he cannot die yet.

He must live for the sake of Xiaoling, for Yooner.

With that strong desire to survive, Qin Feng's consciousness gradually stabilized, and then he desperately recovered his soul.

Not far away, Wuxin's soul is also imaginary and real, like a flower in the mist, which is illusory and unreal. Her soul is slowly passing away, continuing this way, and it will be completely dissipated before long.

When the soul is dissipated, it is completely annihilated.

But soon, Wuxin's soul gradually stabilized, no longer imaginary and real. Obviously, she also forcibly saved her soul and began to recover as hard as possible.

Both of them are recovering desperately, knowing what is going on right now, and both are rushing for time.

"Buzz!"

After a long time, two tremors sounded almost at the same time, and Qin Feng and Wuxin's soul stood up almost at the same time, and then looked at each other.

boom!

In the next moment, Qin Feng's soul burned, and he rushed to Wuxin resolutely.

"you win."

Unintentionally, when Qin Feng got closer, he suddenly spoke.

"You admit defeat?" Qin Feng was surprised.

Innocent did not respond, and he sat down directly, continuing to restore his soul and reshape his body, without any levee to Qin Feng, as if his sword could be cut off as long as Qin Feng was willing.

She gave up.

Because at that moment, she forcibly got up when she sensed Qin Feng's movement, which meant that Qin Feng was recovering faster than her, and she was unable to resist.

She can't lose.

She is not someone who can't afford to lose.

Her realm is more stable, and Qin Feng's mastery of time and space is above Qin Feng, but she is still forced to this level, and her soul cannot recover before the opponent.

This is a loss.

If you lose, you lose, and she can afford to lose.

Qin Feng looked at Wuxin, and after hesitating several times, he condensed his burning intentions, and also sat down to quickly recover. He forced his shot with an obsession, and did not recover much.

In the hall, the middle-aged man saw this scene, and with a wave of his hand, the light curtain in front of him disappeared.

"You deserve to be the one you chose." The middle-aged man sighed softly. He was surprised and not surprised by such a result.

After a moment of silence, Xiao Ling said: "You want him to win, otherwise, he has no chance."

As Wuxin said, when Qin Feng broke through the realm, he should fight a battle. At that time, Qin Feng had absolutely no chance of winning. It was a middle-aged man who guided his sword intent and made him understand the meaning of time and space. With the result of this tragic victory.

The middle-aged man was silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a while, he opened his mouth and said: "To lose is to lose. This is the battle she recognizes, and it is the ending we recognize. This battle is over, it's up to you and me."

"Indeed." Xiao Ling said.

"How long will it take?" the middle-aged man asked.

"I won't let you wait too long." Xiao Ling said.

"I'll wait for you." The middle-aged man said.

Xiao Ling did not respond, and the hall fell silent.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man seemed to have received some news, his expression changed slightly, and then the corners of his mouth turned slightly.