"Never die!"

"Never die!"

……

Witnessing the ancestor of the Zhao family being chopped up by Lin Cheng and fed to the fish, the remaining more than seventy Zhao family warriors roared desperately to vent the monstrous anger in their hearts.

"Don't you die?" Lin Cheng stood in the void, nodded, and said with a smile: "Okay, since you want to fight with me Lin Cheng, then I will send you to die." ”

"Don't die, don't ...... , what are you talking about?" Hearing Lin Cheng's words, the Zhao family's martial artists finally reacted, Zhao Qiankun is dead, and his life is still in Lin Cheng's hands, how can he anger Lin Cheng at this time?

"Since you want to die, then I will send you to see the old dog of the Zhao family. Lin Cheng smiled leisurely.

"Lin Cheng, do you really want to fight with my Zhao family? If you don't think about yourself, you should also think about your family and friends. A middle-aged martial artist with a senior rank stood up and said: "The head of my family is ranked fifth among the top ten grandmasters in Huaxia, and his strength is earth-shattering, ten times stronger than my ancestor, if you go against my Zhao family, there will be absolutely no good end." ”

The middle-aged martial artist's words obviously wanted to intimidate Lin Cheng, and first brought the remaining seventy or so martial artists to life.

"Zhao Ding?" Lin Cheng stretched his waist and said with a smile: "Very good, originally I didn't think I was happy with the old dog of the Zhao family, but if Zhao Ding comes, I guess I can stretch my hands and feet more." ”

"Lin Cheng, calm down, my family head Zhao Ding's strength is ten times stronger than that of the ancestor, it is definitely not something you can resist, you still have time to stop. As long as you are willing to tie your hands and go north to the capital to my Zhao family to take the blame, the head of my family will definitely be magnanimous and spare your Lin family's life. The middle-aged warrior advised.

"Tie your hands and bear the guilt?" Lin Cheng sneered: "Although I, Lin Cheng, am not talented, I have never bowed my head to others in my life, so I am worthy of Zhao Ding?"

"Okay, don't talk nonsense, send you on the road?" Lin Cheng's smile turned cold, and his palm pushed down.

"Aang!"

Between heaven and earth, a shocking dragon roar suddenly sounded, resounding for ten miles. In Lin Cheng's palm, a dazzling golden light flashed, and it immediately converged into a golden dragon-shaped energy, roaring and soaring into the sky.

The flying dragon of the eighteen palms of the dragon descended in the sky, appearing for the first time in this world.

"Not good...... Run!"

The middle-aged martial artist exclaimed, seeing Lin Cheng make a move before, whether it was a group battle of more than a hundred Zhao family martial artists or a single ancestor Zhao Qiankun, he did not show any characteristics of the Transforming Strength Grandmaster.

But as soon as this trick flying dragon came out in the sky, the infinite energy turned into a five-clawed golden dragon, and the middle-aged martial artist immediately discovered that Lin Cheng was really an out-and-out Transforming Grandmaster, and like his own ancestor, he was in the late stage of the transformation realm, and his own ancestor lost unjustly!

In the face of the late stage of the Transforming Strength Grandmaster, no matter how many martial artists join forces, it is in vain, and it is a great luck to be able to escape with one life.

The other Zhao family warriors also discovered Lin Cheng's true realm, and they no longer had the intention to resist, so they scattered and fled one after another, and some vicious people even ran towards Liu Lin's two relatives and friends, in a vain attempt to catch Lin Cheng's relatives and friends as a threat.

"I originally planned to stay and wait for the whole corpse, but it is unwise for you to dare to fight such a vicious idea when you are dying. ”

Lin Cheng's voice fell, and the heavens and the earth seemed to tremble, and then the five-clawed golden dragon circled wildly, rolling up a violent tornado, and more than seventy Zhao family martial artists were originally running, but they suddenly found that their bodies were light, and the whole person was swept into the sky.

The tornado shifted towards Mission Hills, and with a wave of Lin Cheng's arm, a flying knife shot into the tornado, and the Zhao family warriors in the wind suddenly let out a terrible scream.

After about a minute, the screaming stopped abruptly and the tornado stopped.

On the shores of Mission Hills, the frightened Lau Lam family and friends, as well as the shocked and inexplicable Wing Chun disciples, watched in horror as the sky suddenly began to rain human flesh.

In the sky, human heads, pieces of flesh, white bones, stumps, broken arms, large intestines, five internal organs, six internal organs, ...... All human bodies fell like rain and fell into Mission Hills.

The big and small fish in Mission Hills are blessed today, they have just devoured the flesh and blood of Zhao Qiankun, the master of Huajin, and just after a full burp, the flesh and blood of more than 70 warriors fell in the lake.

Although the flesh and blood vitality of the more than 70 Zhao family warriors was far inferior to the flesh and blood essence of the Grandmaster, they couldn't bear to be full!

Blood, almost the entire Mission Hills Lake was stained red, and for a moment, the smell of blood enveloped all directions, making people smell sick.

Although the Lin family's relatives and friends had already watched the video of Lin Cheng killing Zhao Wenbin and others, watching the video was not the same as being immersed in the scene after all.

But they deeply felt the bloody cruel laws of the martial arts world, once defeated, let alone escape, it was extremely difficult to even leave the whole corpse.

Bloody, tragic, and cruel, Liu Lin's two family and friend groups came into contact with the martial arts world for the first time, and they did not have the longitudinal horses and rivers and lakes they imagined, happy and happy, and some were just bloody and life-and-death.

But this is the real Jianghu!

Although they have seen Lin Cheng's tyrannical side, Liu Lin's two family relatives and friends did not accuse Lin Cheng of being too cruel, as relatives and friends of the richest man in the world, their IQ is still online, of course, they understand that Zhao Qiankun led more than 100 Zhao family warriors to stir up the engagement ceremony of Liu Lin's two families, obviously with the purpose of destroying Liu Lin's two families.

Since the other party is unkind, then don't blame Lin Cheng for being unjust, if Lin Cheng is defeated in the hands of Zhao Qiankun, then the fate of more than 70 Zhao family warriors is the fate of Liu Lin's family, and they all deeply understand this truth.

The more than a dozen Wing Chun disciples who were watching fell into an embarrassing silence, such an ending was obviously unexpected by them, and Lin Cheng's strength brought them a great shock.

A strong grandmaster like Zhao Qiankun, and more than a hundred Zhao family warriors, none of them are easy to mess with, in this battle, the Zhao family has dispatched all the elites of the Zhao family except for the head of the family Zhao Ding and the heir Zhao Wenhai.

Such a lineup, even compared with Wing Chun Gate, is not much inferior. However, he didn't see Lin Cheng perform any wonderful magic skills, just using a small flying knife, he slaughtered Zhao Qiankun and more than 70 Zhao family warriors and fed the fish.

At this time, they really realized a cruel truth: Lin Cheng didn't need the help of Wing Chun at all, he alone was equal to a sect and a family.

"Bang ......"

"Grandmaster Lin...... Spare your life!" On the shore of Mission Hills, there is still one Zhao family's living mouth, which is obviously deliberately left by Lin Cheng. At this time, Lin Cheng was already frightened, knelt on the ground and kowtowed, begging Lin Cheng to spare his life.

Lin Cheng said slowly: "Please go back and tell the head of the Zhao family, I will go to the capital in person in ten days, take his life, get out!"

"Yes, yes, thank you, Grandmaster, for sparing my life, I will definitely bring the news. Huokou breathed a long sigh of relief, and immediately ran to the door of the hotel, wishing that he had eight legs, and the farther away from Lin Cheng, the butcher, the better.