"I don't want to kill anyone, so you should go."
Lin Feng said coldly, turned around and walked into the cave.
Murong Wuhen was stunned, feeling that his face was severely slapped, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he smiled angrily, "Haha, you arrogant little reptile who doesn't know whether to live or die, since you only want to die, then I will help you."
Lan Yingjiao Here you go."
As soon as he finished speaking, a black shadow flew out, and at the same time, two pieces of silk were shot towards Lin Feng like spiritual snakes.
The soft brocade silk turned into a sharp blade, and a shrieking cry broke through the air.
The thin brocade edge was struck by a cold light.
Lin Feng felt the cold air coming from behind him, and it seemed that the wind had also picked up the sharp blade and struck him at the same time.
Lin Feng didn't have time to think about it, he twisted his body, the dragon folded his body, and the Divine Dragon Shining Sun Technique came out in response.
The dragon-shaped shadow emerged proudly behind him, and the fast brocade suddenly paused, as if there was an invisible wall in front of it blocking its path.
"Fengjuan Yunshu" a woman yelled, the brocade silk rustled, and wanted to wrap around Lin Feng like a whirlwind.
All the edges of the brocade silk turned into sharp blades, dancing and spinning like a meat wrapping machine, the strong wind rolled The sand and stones that were thrown up immediately turned into pieces as soon as they entered it.
There was a hint of sneer on the pretty cheek of the woman in blue.
"Fengjuan Yunshu" had beheaded countless masters in her next life.
Today, it was destined that the man in front of her would not escape the fate of being beheaded alive.
However, she thought wrong this time.
The strong wind blade turned and turned a spiritual dragon, its claws were like hooks, bursts of inviolable divine power surged out from it, and pieces of brocade and silk flew into the air, and "Fengjuan Yunshu" instantly collapsed.
"Cang Long Kai Mu" roared angrily, and Lin Feng punched out.
The dragon's head was held high in the punch, and its sharp claws were like hooks.
With a bang, the woman named Lan Ying never expected that she, who had cut countless people into pieces, would eventually die.
He came to the end of his life with the fate of being chopped into pieces.
The blood mist rose, and the blue shadow was torn apart, leaving only one soul core floating in the air.
Lin Feng reached out and incorporated the soul core into the Ring of the God King.
"Who else?"
Lin Feng glanced at the nine Murong Wuhen people coldly, his tone was so calm that it was suffocating.
The air was filled with blood.
The corner of Murong Wuhen's mouth twitched, and his eyes shot out a cold light, but he still smiled when he spoke, "Very good, it's really surprising.
The land of chaos is really a place full of talents.
You are arrogant."
The capital is only in front of a strong man, but arrogance is a poison that kills him.
Kill him and avenge Lan Ying."
Murong Wuhen waved his hand, and six black shadows roared out like ghosts.
The other two stood on the spot and shot six arrows instantly.
The arrows had an orchid light and looked like ghost fangs under the moonlight.
The Holy Caotang is good at refining elixirs and making poisons.
The six arrows covered Lin Feng with cold light, and the six black shadows were not slow.
The death of Lan Ying aroused their anger.
Suddenly, fist shadows, sword winds, and sword energy attacked Lin Feng from all directions.
The strong murderous aura enveloped Lin Feng, and they wished they could tear Lin Feng into pieces.
"Okay, I'll use you to practice boxing today."
Lin Feng let out a low roar and exploded the energy of creation.
Suddenly, the hidden power of blood and meridians surged, the Gang Qi surged, and the six parts of the skin rattled. , the spiritual energy of Sanqian Fuluo and Jiushisunluo surged, supporting the Great Wall of Steel under the skin.
A dragon's roar broke through the heavy killing aura and rushed straight into the sky.
The insects, birds and beasts roaring in Beast Mang Mountain were instantly silenced.
Dragon, the god of beasts, the sacred power of the dragon makes them suffocate, frighten, and worship involuntarily.
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There was a sense of heaviness in the air, and Murong Wuhen and the others felt a cold air approaching the sea of consciousness, but after all, they were ruthless characters who licked blood with the tip of their swords.
They refreshed their spirits and unleashed their spiritual power to the extreme to remove the heaviness all over their bodies. , his body lightened and he rushed towards Lin Feng.
The eight figures were like eight evil wolves biting at the giant dragon.
They adhered to the belief that tigers were afraid of packs of wolves, let alone packs of wolves with poisonous fangs.
They did not believe that Lin Feng could deal with eight of them with his seventh level of body training. people.
The eight of them are also experienced enough to work together well.
An archer is always shooting arrows from the outside, two arrows in one string each time, like a shooting star chasing the moon.
The arrows break through the air and make a harsh and clear sound that captures people's hearts.
The arrow is so powerful that it is filled with billowing flames.
An arrow carries biting ice.
The attacks of the other six people are also interlaced with each other, causing the sword energy to fly, the sword blades to roll, and the hook hooks to connect.
As soon as they have a gap, they will be filled by other people, and the sword light and sword energy will kill Lin.
The winds surrounded him, and each one of them was determined to kill Lin Feng.
"Little reptile, give up your useless resistance.
No one can escape under the extreme fire and black ice.
If you give up your resistance, we will let you die comfortably."
"Boy, you can't escape.
If you can die under my iron hook, you should rest in peace."
"You bastard, if you dare to kill Lan Ying, I will cut you into pieces.
The soul-burning flame knife will make you feel the endless pain of refining the soul core."
Every one of them cursed endlessly, each move vowed to kill him, and the endless killing surrounded Lin Feng like an iron cage.
"Really, I want to see how you can take my life," Lin Feng shouted in a low voice, his momentum like a rainbow.
The strong wind roars, the dragon shape is folded, the wind and swords, the rain forest wind, like a spiritual dragon piercing the clouds, the spiritual energy surges, the consciousness is clear, the divine dragon's radiant sun technique appears in the mind one move after another, the blue dragon breaks the wood, the fierce dragon cuts the gold, the mad dragon The mountain collapsed, the ferocious dragon cracked the ground, and the powerful qi in Lin Feng's body surged, impacting the blood, bones, and muscles with a booming sound.
Lin Feng was secretly shocked.
The Divine Dragon Shining Sun Technique was very powerful.
Every time he made a move, it would have a shock to his body.
It required a very high level of physical strength.
Fortunately, I had the support of my meridians, otherwise I would have injured myself long ago.
However, even so, I could only perform the first two moves.
When I reached the third move, when the mad dragon collapsed the mountain, I felt as if my spiritual power was discontinued and blocked.
Murong Wuhen stood aside and never made a move.
In his opinion, dealing with a person at the seventh level of body refining eight to one was already a killing blow, and there was no need for him to take action.
But slowly, Murong Wuhen became more and more frightened.
Lin Feng's figure was too weird, sometimes fast and sometimes slow.
He seemed to hit him several times, but he was dodged every time.
It seemed like a coincidence but also seemed inevitable.
Lin Feng's body was blown up by the strong wind. , the shadow of a dragon loomed in the Gangfeng, full of killing and killing, and the killing seemed to have the aura of an ancient wild beast.
It was aloof and domineering, making people dare not approach.
Even with eight against one, they could not gain the upper hand.
"I have to say that you are very good.
I really don't want to be enemies with people like you."
Murong Wuhen still kept his iconic smile in this same situation, and his tone was warm, "Give up.
It is difficult for two fists to beat four hands, not to mention that there are eight of us.
Although your technique is powerful and domineering, it requires sufficient spiritual power to support you.
You will soon run out of spiritual power.
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