Lin Wufeng saw that the qi needle was destroyed, and then another qi needle was thrown.

Compared with the previous qi needle, this gas needle has more true qi content and more magnificent momentum. To put it simply, it is actually an increase in the concentration of true qi in the qi needle.

Originally, Lin Wufeng thought that this needle could stop the long sword in Zhao Changlong's hand no matter what, but the moment the qi needle and the tip of the long sword came into contact, Lin Wufeng already knew what kind of ending it would be.

After all, the qi needle is something that is out of contact with the body, unlike the long sword in Zhao Changlong's hand, which can have a steady stream of true qi replenishment in the body. Since he couldn't get the replenishment of his true qi, he couldn't withstand the strangulation of Zhao Changlong's long sword at all. Under the contact between the two, it is inevitable that the gas needle without backup will be wiped out.

Although the qi needle can be flexible and damage the enemy from a long distance, the obvious flaw is that it cannot replenish the true qi in time, and once the true qi is exhausted, it will not have half of the lethality. This is why there are so many masters, and they all have to carry one or two competent weapons with them, and most of the reasons are here.

With the support of weapons, you can better exert the strength of your true qi, so as to truly achieve the effect that one plus one is greater than two.

Lin Wufeng saw that the qi needle was destroyed in an instant, and there was already wind under his feet, and his toes tapped the ground and retreated backwards. Zhao Changlong followed, one person and one sword, and the tip of the sword was pointed directly at Lin Wufeng's throat.

Looking at the tip of the sword in front of him, Lin Wufeng could even smell the smell of death. I have danced on the tip of a knife countless times before, killed countless people, and lived countless people, but I didn't expect that in the end, I would capsize in the gutter and die in the hands of an old immortal. If my grandfather knew, I believe I would have jumped to my feet and scolded, and when I went to hell, I wouldn't know how to explain the cause of my death to my grandfather.

Said it was an inattentive person who fell to his death? Damn, I don't believe it myself.

Lin Wufeng retreated, and at the same time he was still throwing out the qi needle, as if he wanted to stay on the long sword in Zhao Changlong's hand for a while, so as to leave himself a little time to catch his breath and sort out his thoughts. No matter how bad it is, at least you can change the trajectory of this long sword, so that the tip of the sword will not be aimed at your throat.

However, as soon as three qi needles were thrown in a row, Lin Wufeng could clearly feel that the direction of the tip of the sword was always aimed at his throat. This made Lin Wufeng very dissatisfied. Before, the tip of the sword was still aimed at the chest, but now it is aimed at the throat. This guy clearly wants to make his death painful.

The heart is pierced, blood fills the heart chambers instantly, and death is only a matter of moments. But if the throat is pierced, the person will not be able to die for a while. Blood travels down the trachea into the alveoli of the lungs, causing asphyxiation. And the final death is due to suffocation.

Just imagine, what is it like to choke on water? Pre-death suffocation with a pierced throat is dozens of times more uncomfortable than choking.

Zhao Changlong was so vicious, it was clear that he didn't want Lin Wufeng to die well. How much hatred does this have to be to have such a strong sense of revenge? Hmph, every person in their Zhao family who can see the belly. Lin Wufeng thought viciously.

It's just that he obviously didn't realize that when he was sinning against the Zhao family, he didn't seem to save any face for the Zhao family. This is called the retribution of good for good and evil for evil, not that the time has not yet come.

Lin Wufeng felt that it should be time now, so the newspaper was all here. 、

However, Lin Wufeng's hand throwing the air needle was not completely useless. At least in the process of throwing, with the help of the reaction force of this qi needle, Lin Wufeng was getting farther and farther away from Zhao Changlong. But even so, the distance between the two is only three feet, and the distance that can be caught up with only one breath is really a bit dangerous.

Lin Wufeng fought as he retreated, and the qi needle in his hand seemed to be thrown out as if he didn't want money. Zhao Changlong was not in a hurry, but just hung tightly behind Lin Wufeng, not forgetting his sword heart, and pointed directly at Lin Wufeng's throat. No matter how Lin Wufeng changed his moves, he would not change this trajectory.

Zhao Changlong has no opinion on Lin Wufeng's frequent ejaculation of qi needles, anyway, he can't hurt himself, throwing qi needles so without money is simply drinking to quench his thirst, not to mention that he can't hurt the enemy, and he will consume a lot of true qi in his body. When the oil runs out and the lamp dries up, no matter how hard Zhao Changlong hassle, Lin Wufeng himself will collapse and die.

The two sides were deadlocked for a while, and Lin Wufeng's speed of retreat became slower and slower, and the frequency of throwing qi needles was also much slower. Zhao Changlong knew that his opportunity had come, Lin Wufeng was a sign of his imminent exhaustion, and the time to remove the big trouble for the Zhao family was about to come, Zhao Changlong suddenly exerted force on his toes, and skyrocketed one more point in the original speed, and came to Lin Wufeng's body in an instant.

The long sword in his hand, like a broken bamboo, stabbed at Lin Wufeng's throat.

The night sky was originally black, but I don't know where the breeze came from, blowing away the dark clouds in the sky, revealing the white moonlight. The moonlight sprinkled on the ground, the two people who were fighting to the death, beautiful. If it weren't for the long sword body revealing a cold murderous aura under the moonlight, this picture would be even more beautiful.

However, if this sword is missing, is there still an atmosphere of slaughter?

The tip of the sword did not change, Lin Wufeng had no way to retreat, he suddenly raised his hand, his middle finger was slightly bent, and he suddenly straightened it and flicked it on the body of the long sword.

"Bell"

There was a crisp and sudden sound, startling the tired birds that had been sleeping in the treetops for a long time, and they screamed and flew all over the sky.

The long sword took off his hand, and stabbed into the ground diagonally, gradually sinking three feet into the ground, and the hilt still trembled.

Before Zhao Changlong came back to his senses, the long sword was no longer in his hand, everything was like a dream bubble, if it weren't for the sharp pain from the tiger's mouth in his right hand and the numbness of his entire right arm, Zhao Changlong would never believe that Lin Wufeng would pop out this earth-shattering finger at this critical moment.

It seems to be prosaic and impermanent, but only people in the bureau know the horror of this finger. With one finger flicked on the sword body, all the true qi blessed on the long sword was broken, the sword body was bent, and the tip of the sword that was originally pointing at Lin Wufeng's throat turned its head and aimed at his arm. Zhao Changlong had to abandon his sword to protect his arm.

The long sword was abandoned, and it was stuck diagonally on the ground, as if full of sorrow, crying in a low voice, crying that the master had abandoned himself, and that the weeping master would eventually sleep here.

Lin Wufeng succeeded with one finger, and did not spare his hand at all, and a gas needle hung in the palm of his hand. Lin Wufeng lightly pointed at it, and the qi needle instantly submerged into Zhao Changlong's body, disappearing, and saw that the true qi armor that Zhao Changlong had just blessed around him was nothing.

When the qi needle entered the body, Zhao Changlong was dying and struggling, trying to force the qi needle out of the body through his own true qi, but he found that no matter how much true qi he mobilized in his body, after facing the qi needle, it was like a mud cow entering the sea, and he didn't even make a sound.

Zhao Changlong didn't understand until he died, how could Lin Wufeng, who had just entered the early stage of the god transformation, have such a domineering strength - the middle stage of the god transformation!