"Brush brush brush", the knife flashes. "Bang bang bang" gunshots. But in Lin Zifeng's eyes, these movements were slowed down countless times, and even if someone occasionally rushed forward and injured Lin Zifeng, Lin Zifeng also carried it with his iron bones. Those steel blades, whether they were bullets or pistols, cut a three-inch-deep cut on Lin Zifeng's body at most.

However, there were more than 100 people in the first wave, and Lin Zifeng killed them endlessly. Every time he kills a person, the other party will immediately surround more people, and they want to consume Lin Zifeng to death.

And Lin Zifeng's target, the NO20 numberer, was hidden in the crowd. Every time Lin Zifeng was suppressed by the number of people and showed a little flaw, this person would stand up unceremoniously and shoot at Lin Zifeng's dead end. After a single shot, the figure turned around and hid in the crowd again.

For this reason, Lin Zifeng has suffered several losses at the hands of this person, and now the six gunshot wounds on his body are all from this person. This made Lin Zifeng very angry, and he desperately fought with the six-style cultivators who surrounded him.

In half an hour, the team of more than 100 people was left with only more than 50 people in an instant, and these more than 50 people all stood in three rows, blocking Lin Zifeng's path.

Opposite these people, Lin Zifeng bent over and gasped for air. At his feet, the corpses of dozens of people were trampled with blood. His hands and arms were red and stained with the blood of the enemy, and his chest was in tatters, covered with knife wounds and gunshot wounds. And his proud fingers were barbed with nails, trembling slightly.

The five-finger killing method relies on the sharpness of the fingers, but the aftermath is also very miserable. After killing more than fifty people, Lin Zifeng's fingers had already reached the limit. But he didn't even rush over the first wave of the other party, according to this situation, he Lin Zifeng probably wouldn't be able to see Du Tianxing and would have to die at the hands of these little minions.

Lin Zifeng looked at his fingers dripping with blood, and watched his own blood drip down mixed with the blood of the enemy. It is said that five fingers are connected to the heart, this sentence is not wrong at all, he is now suffering from angina.

On the other side, NO20 looked at Lin Zifeng and suddenly sneered.

"Why, is this the only skill that the leader of the Wolf Tooth Army has?"

Lin Zifeng didn't respond to the other party, but his eyes were even colder. The other party was not an ordinary team, they were all six-style cultivators who had undergone special training like him, dealing with them. A few Lin Zifeng are still sure, but so many people are besieging together, and the other party also adopts wheel warfare, even if he Lin Zifeng is a Daluo Immortal, he will also be consumed alive.

"On, don't give him a respite." NO20 didn't know that Lin Zifeng wanted to recover his strength with even a little bit of time. But he obviously didn't want to give the other party this chance.

On the huge circular building in the distance, Du Tianxing looked at Lin Zifeng's appearance and couldn't help but sneer.

"How's that, do you feel it? The despair of being exhausted alive by the other party. If I know it very well, you should also taste the suffering that I have suffered! Du Tian said emotionlessly.

The remaining 50 people have changed their tactics again, divided into two groups, and took turns to fight Lin Zifeng. One side is on, one side is around, and ten moves are exchanged later. Although Lin Zifeng would kill a few people every time with the flexibility of the physical flow, he was slowly falling into a desperate situation.

The other party takes turns, but he has to fight with the other party all the time.

Slowly, Lin Zifeng's movements had begun to slow down, and he was close to collapse. And now, the advantages of the physical flow are slowly disappearing. Every time he used a five-fingered system or a hand knife, he had to endure great pain. As for the second-style eight-stage fall and the third-style inch bone of the physical art flow, Lin Zifeng didn't have to think about it. This kind of powerful special move, if you perform it two or three times, you have to dry up first.

Seeing that Lin Zifeng was about to die, there were only a few dozen people left in the NO20 team.

This time, NO20 began to be scared, he didn't expect Lin Zifeng's endurance to be so strong. With one person, he rushed to kill in their team of 100 people, and also killed them who were also six-style cultivators.

And Lin Zifeng looked at this person, lowered his head, gasped, and walked forward step by step.

I don't know when the shoes on my feet are long gone, and at this time, Lin Zifeng stepped barefoot in the viscous blood river two inches deep below, and couldn't help but take a long breath.

What is that? A long-lost baptism of blood.

Since he was still in the killer training camp, in that 1,300-person competition, only 300 people were drawn in the melee, Lin Zifeng had this feeling for the first time.

Blood, blood makes them comfortable, blood makes them happy, blood taps into the endless potential in their bodies. This feeling makes people depraved and addicted. Then the next moment, Lin Zifeng raised his head, looked at NO20, and grinned to reveal a row of white deep teeth.

On the circular building, Du Tianxing looked at Lin Zifeng's crazy appearance, and couldn't help but take a long breath at the same time.

"Hahaha, that's it, that's it. Lin Zifeng, you really didn't disappoint me, remember, we are killers, we don't need thoughts, we don't need brothers, we don't need affection, as long as we kill people, as long as we kill people. Lin Zifeng, you have finally become one of us!!! In the end, Du Tianxing suddenly couldn't help himself.

With a "bang" and a flick of the thumb, the katana jumped out of its scabbard. At the same time, around him, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, cutting down cracks on the ground in front of him.

"I'm looking forward to fighting you, I'm ready, you're coming."

In the middle of the battlefield, NO20 looked at Lin Zifeng's expression and suddenly looked suffocated. An invisible pressure was enveloping him, it was the breath of a beast, the breath of a beast that only knew how to kill. The aura frightened him, frightened him.

"What's the matter, aren't you supposed to be exhausted? Why is there still the ability to stand up. ”

However, this time Lin Zifeng did not answer him, nor did he wait for the other party to surround him again. The next moment, Lin Zifeng suddenly turned into a body and leaned forward, clinging to the ground, turning into a black shadow and rushing towards the remaining dozens of people.

Now Lin Zifeng, there is no joy, anger, sorrow, or sympathy in his eyes. Some are apathetic, some are bloodthirsty. The moment he rushed forward, his body jumped on top of a person's head, his hands fell together, and ten fingers were unceremoniously inserted into this person's head.

And at this moment, the other person suddenly waved the steel blade on the pistol in his hand and slashed at Lin Zifeng from the side. Lin Zifeng turned around, did not dodge, stretched out a hand, and grabbed the steel blade on the pistol.

With a raise of his right hand, the knife rises and falls.

The man's head flew into the air, blood spurting out like a fountain.

At this time, Lin Zifeng suddenly snatched the two pistols in this person's hand and shot them unceremoniously at the other two killers who rushed forward. After the gunshot, the two fell to the ground, but Lin Zifeng did not let them go for this. The sparks from the pistol never stopped, and countless bullets slanted out, and the bodies of the two were knocked together by these bullets.

The bullets were all over in the blink of an eye, and Lin Zifeng turned around and plunged the pistol into the chest of the other person.

Three minutes later, the first wave of people all died in Lin Zifeng's hands. The only person left was the numbered No20, but he was struggling to support himself at this point. The current Lin Zifeng is like a beast that has fallen into madness, ignoring the opponent's attacking moves, and adopting the most commonly used life-for-life play.

This style of play has always been a formidable way of fighting. Think about it, who has a deep hatred with whom, and will have to fight with his life. Fighting relies on skills, and if you want Lin Zifeng, it is completely a random fight.

However, NO20 is also a six-style cultivator, and at the same time, he can be valued by Du Tianxing and received under his hands, so his strength is naturally not to be underestimated.

After a few games, although Lin Zifeng beat him to blood, he also left an indelible scar on Lin Zifeng's body. The last violent collision, the two were completely separated, and this result was what he wanted.

Lin Zifeng is a master of physical arts, and when he is caught by the other party, he can announce his nickname.

Immediately separated, this person unceremoniously shot at Lin Zifeng. At the same time, the body jumps backwards, trying to distance itself. At this time, Lin Zifeng suddenly rushed up with a bullet, and the next moment, under the gaze of this person, Lin Zifeng grabbed his right hand that shot him.

"The second form of the physical flow, the eight-stage fall!"