Fantasy: Beginning Saint Patriarch

Lin Feng wants to engage in close combat.

For him, close combat is the greatest confidence he has.

In other words, since he came to this world, among the enemies he had expected, few of them could compete with him in terms of close combat that he had become more proficient in through battles.

Even the previous Demon Race with the strange mask was on par with him just because of his powerful strength and defense.

When it comes to moves and fighting skills, Lin Feng is very confident and can definitely defeat the opponent within two thousand moves.

Motian was indeed strong, but Lin Feng had already observed him when he noticed him for the first time and discovered something.

Ever since this guy appeared, he has been sitting leisurely on a master's chair.

There seemed to be several maids standing behind him, ready to serve at any time. From this, Lin Feng concluded with "403" that the opponent was definitely not suitable for close combat!

Sure enough, just as Lin Feng expected, just as Lin Feng blinked and approached quickly, the other party's figure also disappeared.

At the same time, the Taishi chair he sat on also flew up with his body and retreated in the air.

The two chased each other, drawing a series of afterimages in the sky.

But Motian's level is slightly higher than Lin Feng's, so there is a certain speed gap. In addition, although the opponent is not good at close combat. But the speed is also extremely fast.

Therefore, Lin Feng had no way to catch up with him.

Moreover, Motian was constantly causing trouble and attacking Lin Feng along the way.

A large number of demonic air masses continuously bombarded out, and under their precise locking, they continued to block Lin Feng's various positions.

It was as if Ferris had a special prophecy ability. Every time Lin Feng teleported to another location the next second, ten black demonic energy balls would hit his eyes.

Under such a state, Lin Feng not only failed to catch up, but was pulled down a lot by the opponent, and was also hit by the magic balloons that kept emerging.

"This can't go on like this. We have to find a way to trap him. If he is consumed like this again, I'm afraid he will really fall here this time!"

Thinking of this, Lin Feng raised two fingers on his right hand, and then countless sword energy turned invisible and disappeared from the air.

Although Motian felt something entering his body, he didn't seem to care because of the extreme distance.

After all, with their current level of cultivation, if an attack approaches, they will be targeted by their divine consciousness immediately and respond.

Of course, the time when Lin Feng was sneak attacked by the previous Demon Race does not count.

In fact, it was not that he didn't react at that time, but that he didn't pay attention to their attacks, and then allowed the other party to attack, creating the illusion of a sneak attack, so Motian didn't care about those small sword energy.

Seeing that the other party was holding on and didn't pay attention to those things, Lin Feng's eyes flashed with surprise, and then he quickly suppressed him.

After that, he pretended to play long-range attacks with Motian, temporarily relaxing the opponent's vigilance.

It wasn't until the sword energy arrived at the corresponding position and the directions were arranged that Lin Feng showed a smile of success.

Seeing this, a flash of vigilance flashed through Motian's heart. After thinking for a moment, his expression immediately changed.

He made a prompt decision, connected dots with his claws in the void, and drew several strange Demon Race characters.

Then these things glowed with bursts of purple light, and several purple figures appeared from them.

These guys are like shadows, with only purple color and simple faces, but they are also not restricted when they roam in the air.

After the moment they appeared, they quickly flew in several directions.

Lin Feng was very alert, and then he realized that the direction of the flying lines of these shadows was exactly where he had just placed the sword energy.

In desperation, he had to activate the formation in advance. After all, if it was destroyed by those things, then this formation would not be able to be formed.

This formation was found in a resource library compiled by Lin Feng at the beginning of preparation.

Because someone could die at any time on the battlefield, in order to avoid losing talents as much as possible, each major sect has donated part of the Magic Treasure Weapon weapons, as well as the corresponding skills weapons.

They kept them in a pile and formed a temporary treasure pavilion for many soldiers to choose from.

However, all soldiers participating in the war between the two parties, regardless of their level of authority, can choose to read at will.

Therefore, Lin Feng also went to look for some things about formations.

Especially after witnessing the demon phantom formations on Demon Race's side, he had some special feelings about the formations in his heart...

Therefore, this time, he used the sword energy to condense into a sword formation and prepared to try it.

Although the formation was not completely ready, Lin Feng's Beidi Sword Qi had not yet taken the main position in the center, but now that he was forced to do so, he Song Hao activated it in advance.

So at this moment, accompanied by a crisp sound of swords, twenty-four sword lights suddenly appeared in the void.

These twenty-four sword lights soared into the sky. A line of light extended from the tips of their respective swords and converged on the center of the formation, which was above the sky.

They condensed into a huge blue sword, with the sword tip pointing downward and the hilt pointing upward.

Like a dog-headed guillotine used to deal with severe criminals, the green sword was hung upside down above the head by chains condensed by light, ready to fall at any time.

At the same time, the lower bodies of those sword spirits also gathered a relatively shallow layer of light, condensing at the feet of Feitian, restraining Mitian.

After all, they were of similar levels. Even if his cultivation level was slightly higher than Lin Feng's, he still couldn't completely get rid of the opponent's lock in a short period of time.

For a moment, Ferris was unable to move under the traction of these chains.

Motian felt the crisis from this, and he knew that if it happened to him this time.

Even if he resisted with all his strength, he would probably suffer a big loss, or even be seriously injured and unable to afford it.

So he made a decisive decision and decided to give up the Taishi chair that he loved 4.5 times in order to gain a chance of survival.

He recited the spell silently, and then his eyes lit up, and two magic lights suddenly shot up into the sky, briefly resisting the falling speed of the green sword.

Then his whole body shook, breaking the chains, and at the moment when they were re-entangled, he activated the magic technique and exchanged the Taishi chair under him with him.

As a result, the locked object turned into the chair under him, although his figure later disappeared from the spot.

"Boom!"

Under the huge shock of his life, the Grand Master's chair was reduced to ashes, leaving only a little residue.

Lin Feng stared at the skyscrapers in the distance and sighed secretly.

This hit would definitely hit the opponent seriously, but he had no way to stop the opponent's substitute technique and could only let him escape. .