Chapter 30: The Bloody Battle for the Road

The gray-robed old man burst into the air and took out a six-pointed star staff, mixed with a thousand momentum, and swept away like a rolling wave. The two killers who pounced on them fell in a pool of blood.

Zhu Dan snorted angrily when he saw the situation, and the whole person was like an angry tiger, waving the golden knife and rushing up to kill it with great momentum.

"Bang!"

The crisp sound of weapons clashing sounded, and calcium carbide sparks splashed.

Although the cultivation of the gray-robed old man is higher than that of Zhu Dan, the years are not forgiving, and in terms of strength and momentum, he is far inferior to Zhu Dan, who is in the prime of life. And just now, in order to protect Miss Childe, he inhaled a little green smoke and drunken poisonous mist, and at this time, he also needed to separate a part of his true qi to resist the poisonous smoke attacking his heart. So after just three rounds, he was completely at a disadvantage.

The twelve guards he brought, although their cultivation is not low, but in the fierce battle just now, two people have been killed, five people have been injured, and they are completely at a disadvantage in terms of numbers, and they also have to divide a few masters to protect Miss Childe, so they are also pressed and beaten by the killers who surrounded them, and they are completely in a passive position. If it weren't for the fact that they were all well-trained guards who had been in danger of life and death for a long time, I am afraid that they would have been dead here long ago.

Looking at the people who were fighting for their lives, Lin Feng's expression darkened, and he frowned tightly. He knew very well in his heart that there was only a conflict of interest in the grievances between the big families, and there was no difference between good and evil. Therefore, for such a situation, his response is that more is better than less. And his current cultivation is still low, even if he wants to be nosy, he is powerless.

Seeing that this group of people was about to be swallowed up by the killer, Lin Feng sighed softly in his heart. Immediately, he no longer hesitated at all, and prepared to leave this place of right and wrong quickly, so as not to cause himself some unnecessary trouble.

However, he doesn't want to take the initiative to cause trouble, but that doesn't mean that trouble won't take the initiative to provoke him.

At the moment when Lin Feng wanted to leave, five or six killers surrounded him together, and their moves were ruthless, and every blow wanted his life.

Lin Feng stood up with his sword, relying on the Misty Void Phantom Body Technique, and flashed left and right in the crowd. However, these people are like green-headed flies, buzzing in their ears all the time, and they can't get rid of it.

Seeing that the situation was critical, Lin Feng snorted coldly, and a cold killing intent flashed in his clear and deep eyes, and he glanced at everyone coldly.

A martial artist with a large sword raised his big sword and slashed at his Heavenly Spirit Gate, and another martial artist with a spear also raised his spear and stabbed him in the ribs of the left wing.

The third killer's cultivation was still low, and he belonged to a martial artist who had stepped into the martial artist level with half a foot, only to see him lift a boning sharp knife and sweep towards Lin Feng's lower three paths.

In the face of the joint attack of these three killers, Lin Feng's expression was still like the water of an ancient well, without the slightest ripple. I saw him standing with his sword, his toes slightly touching the ground, like a dragonfly dotting water, jumping into the air, stepping on the empty phantom step, and kicking away the killer who attacked the next three ways, and then the figure turned sideways, the deadly machete fell from in front of his eyes, and a strand of sideburns raised by the wind fell with the wind.

At this moment, the red-tasseled spear like a poisonous snake out of a hole had already pierced his heart.

Lin Fenghui's sword crossed in front of him, separating the deadly poisonous snake spear.

However, just as Lin Feng's spirit sword and spear were intertwined, and the fierce battle was in full swing, the killer who wielded the knife raised his cold and shining machete again, and swept towards Lin Feng's throat.

Just as the menacing machete was already in the air parallel to his throat, and was about to sweep in, Lin Feng suddenly slapped his palm.

The killer with the machete in his hand didn't expect that the half-grown hairy boy in front of him would have such a strong martial art, and he didn't have any defenses for a while, and when he was caught off guard, he was directly shocked back from his muscles, and after flying out more than a dozen steps, he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, waiting for the incredible blood-red eyes, and fell down to the sky.

The killer with the spear in hand was suddenly shocked when he saw that his companion was slapped to death by Lin Feng.

In life-and-death fighting, distraction is a taboo. Although it is only a moment, it is enough to decide life and death!

By the time the killer came to his senses, it was too late. The sharp spirit sword in Lin Feng's hand had already cut through his throat, and the gurgling blood was sprinkled like a fountain, staining the night red.

The remaining few killers with low cultivation saw that Lin Feng was so strong, but in the blink of an eye, they killed two martial master-level masters one after another, and subconsciously retreated one after another.

Lin Feng glanced at the gray-robed old man out of the corner of his eye, and saw that more than half of them had been killed and injured, and they had completely lost the upper hand, and his brows couldn't help frowning tightly.

At this moment, the neighing sound of the dragon foal had already reached his ears.

Lin Feng looked for prestige, only to see a horse trough not far away, nearly a hundred good horses were eating grass there leisurely, and some seemed to be watching the excitement, looking at the masters who were fighting, snorting, looking up to the sky and making a few hisses.

Seeing this scene, Lin Feng's eyes rolled back and forth, thinking about it. Immediately, he jumped up, and the spirit sword in his hand broke through the air, cutting off the rows of reins.

Frightened, the dragon foal raised its front legs and leaped out of the manger, desperately rushing towards the crowd who were fighting.

Zhu Dan and the other killers heard the earth-shattering neighing sound of horses behind them, and their hearts were suddenly startled, and they all flashed back, making a way for this group of wild horses that had already escaped.

Seeing the situation, the gray-robed old man hurriedly shouted, "Fluttershy, Longhua, hurry up and get on the horse and rush out!" ”

With a shout from the gray-robed old man, the only five remaining guards protected their son, Miss, and turned over and jumped on the back of the dragon horse.

Seeing that the boiled duck was about to fly, Zhu was so angry that he suddenly raised his golden knife and slashed at the chaotic herd.

A knife mark directly split a war horse in front of it in half.

The hapless horse fell to the ground with a bang, and its body, which was not yet fully dead, twitched vigorously on the ground, letting out a burst of mournful wails.

"Third grandfather, hurry up and get on the horse!" Long Xiaodie and Long Hua shouted in surprise almost at the same time.

The figure of the gray-robed old man floated in the air, and as soon as he landed on the dragon horse, Zhu Dan led the killer dead soldier again, and lifted the golden knife to kill him.

The sharp shadow of the sword, like a tiger descending from the mountain, flashed a soaring cold light under the illumination of the sun.

The two guards fell off their horses, and before they could get up again, they were trampled into meat sauce by the horses behind them.

Looking at the billowing dust and smoke raised by the horses in front of him, Zhu Dan was angry, and shouted at the top of his throat: "Damn, chase me, you must not let them escape!" ”

Just when the gray-robed old man and the others had just taken advantage of the chaotic horse herd to flee, Lin Feng had just eliminated the two killers who wanted to get in the way.

Hearing the sound of a fight behind him, Zhu Dan, who was in a fit of rage, looked like a beast that was almost about to go crazy, staring at his blood-red eyes, and the rolling flames that burned inside, eager to burn Lin Feng to ashes.

"Damn boy, if I don't kill you today, it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in my heart!" Zhu Dan transferred all the anger that Su Yo had to Lin Feng's body, and the golden knife in his hand suddenly raised, and roared angrily at him.

Lin Feng's heart couldn't help but be shocked, and his brows frowned tightly several times. He knew very well in his heart that his cultivation was still low, and he was definitely not the opponent of this Zhu Dan, not to mention that this guy was still in a state of rage at this time.

Seeing that Zhu Dan was like a tiger descending from the mountain, he pounced violently. Lin Feng didn't hesitate at all, stepped on the Misty Phantom Step, jumped up, and rushed towards the thorns in the dense forest on the left.

"Give me chase, don't let that hateful boy escape!" Zhu Dan swung his knife, and the muscles on his face twitched vigorously because of anger, and shouted angrily.

"Yes, Master!" The remaining killers answered one after another, brandished their weapons, and chased in the direction where Lin Feng had fled.

Lin Feng jumped into the thorn bushes, and the thorny branches immediately cut through his clothes, leaving him all over his body, covered with blood marks, and bursts of stinging pain hit his heart, like ten thousand insects devouring bodies. However, at this time, he didn't care about the physical pain, and ran forward like a desperate person. The cultivation strength of this group of people is far above the Wild Wolf Mercenary Group in Bluestone Town, and if they fall into their hands, there is basically no chance of survival.

"Damn, where is that guy going to run, he has to run into this thorn bush?" A killer who came after him squinted his eyes, picked up Lin Feng, who was still running wildly in front, and then rubbed his skin that was scratched by thorns, and scolded angrily.

"Mountain Tiger, this thorn bush stretches for nearly a hundred miles, that kid is basically dead or alive when he goes in, should we withdraw first, close from the left and right, and block his way!" Another killer who was also made by this thorn was a bitter killer, and he made a suggestion.

The killer, known as the Mountain Tiger, pondered for a while, and then shouted in a condensed voice: "Leave the two brothers to continue to follow, and the other brothers will withdraw from the thorn bush and flank them from the left and right directions, I don't believe that this kid can still fly with wings?" ”

The two killers who were named and left behind turned bitter melon colors. Although they are not afraid of death, they do not like this kind of physical torture.

Lin Feng, who was running for his life in front, saw that the voice of the chasing soldiers behind him was much quieter, and he couldn't help but be a little suspicious in his heart, and glanced back from the corner of his eye, and saw that no one had caught up, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Lin Feng glanced at the road ahead again, the green thorns converged into a sea of death, and everywhere he looked, there was no end in sight......