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"Die!"

In the roar of the breeze, the whistling ice arrow hit Lin Feng's chest, even after being blocked by the light shield of the Demon Soul Ring, the power was still quite amazing. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In the muffled sound of popping, ice flakes splashed!

Although the physical defense of the Golden Python Belly Armor was only +2, it was still enough to block the ice arrow whose attack power had been greatly weakened, but the heavy impact still made Lin Feng feel as if he had been hit by a hammer in his chest, and he spewed out a large mouthful of blood arrows!

However, his hurried steps did not stop in the slightest because of his injury, but became even more furious, pounced out like a wounded beast, and the dark gold python poison knife slashed out with a fierce wind!

The enemy, already close!

"Damn ......"

In Qingfeng's plan, Lin Feng should have turned into a corpse at this moment no matter what, but the successive accidents were far beyond his expectations, seeing the whistling blade coming towards him with a fierce murderous aura, and then he wanted to run the cultivation to fight back, but it was too late, so he could only retreat desperately, trying to widen the distance between the two sides again.

A cultivator's body is much stronger than an ordinary person's, but in front of the blade, any cultivator's body is as fragile as tofu.

Only half a step back, Qingfeng's back was already on top of the cliff, he had no way to retreat, seeing the dark golden knife light that broke through the wind, he closed his eyes in despair, before this, he never even thought that he would die, let alone think that he would die in the hands of an ordinary person whose power of the five elements had not been opened.

The blade felt a cold touch in his throat, giving him goosebumps all over his body, and he seemed to have seen his head being cut off like the head of a raptor, and he couldn't help but let out a heart-rending howl.

"Stop howling, keep howling, maybe I'll really cut you with a knife!" Lin Feng snorted, the sharp pain in his chest made him frown.

Qingfeng was taken aback, his hands touched his neck for a while, and he shouted in surprise: "I'm not dead, it turns out that I'm not dead, hahaha......"

Then he fell to the ground screaming, convulsing.

Lin Feng slammed the hilt of the knife on Qingfeng's stomach, and said indifferently: "It's not up to you to decide whether you die or not, but for me to decide-the spell you just used should be a rare spell, hand it over obediently!" ”

"Unless you promise not to kill me, I won't give you the Ice Mist Technique!" Qingfeng said as he endured the pain.

"I have no grievances with you, why should I kill you?" Lin Feng said.

Qingfeng looked at the corpses of the raptor and the wind chime, and said, "You swear!" ”

"I, Lin Feng, have always been good at what I say!"

Lin Feng snorted coldly in displeasure: "Believe it or not-if you say it, you won't necessarily die, if you don't say it, you will die immediately, what should you do, don't you need me to teach you?" ”

As he spoke, he turned his blade, and the sharp sword was already pressed against Qingfeng's throat, and as long as he used a little force, a bloody hole would appear in the opponent's neck.

"I said, I said ......"

Qingfeng was only frightened, and said the method of the Ice Mist Technique word by word, he didn't dare to lie at all, although he knew that Lin Feng's power of the five elements had not been opened, and he couldn't verify the truth of what he said, but he didn't dare to take risks.

Lin Feng nodded slightly, expressing his satisfaction.

Qingfeng breathed a sigh of relief and said with a dry smile: "Is it okay to take the knife away?" There is a shortage of medicine in this world, and you don't know how long it will take to break the skin - you are from that tribe? Your tribe has developed metal weapons, oh my God, you're amazing......"

The tip of the knife stabbed into the ground deep through his throat, splattering blood, locking his unfinished words in his throat forever.

Qingfeng's eyes widened suddenly, his body twitched violently, his mouth opened and closed, and blood poured out of it, as if he was unwilling to say something, but he couldn't make a sound anymore.

But Lin Feng understood, and he said indifferently: "Players' ambitions are usually too big, and they will never be willing to be subordinate, I can't control you at all, so I can only kill, one less, one less enemy-don't say that I don't talk about credit, I've never been a man of my word!" ”

The breeze twitched for a while, and finally stopped moving, his eyes widened, and he was obviously dead.

"Rest in peace, at least when you die, there won't be too much pain!"

Lin Feng said, his heart was as calm as water, and he escaped from the leather bag with a beast skin and a small clay bottle, which contained the blue grass juice that was pressed, sharpened a small wooden stick, dipped in the blue grass juice, and recorded the ice mist technique that Qingfeng said just now.

Since he got the attribute of spirit +2, he found that his memory has increased a lot, and what others have said, as long as he can remember it completely, but this ice mist technique is a rare spell after all, extremely precious, and only by recording it can it be foolproof.

Each skill obtained through the game in the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Cultivation game has its level, which is generally divided into three levels: ordinary, rare, and rare, and there are also legendary level skills on it, but such skills, except for those players who have spent a lot of money and entered the game in the way of soul experience, ordinary players may not have the opportunity to contact it at all.

Just like Lin Feng himself, from the beginning of entering the game to the present, because he has changed a clan by himself in a very short period of time, the bonus skills and attributes he has obtained may be the most among all players in this barbarian realm.

But the skills he obtained, whether it was the Five Elements Returning Technique, the Five Elements Basic Technique, or the Eight Steps to Catch the Cicada and all other skills, were not specially marked, that is, each player had the opportunity to learn these spells, and they didn't learn them because their opportunities didn't come, or their lives weren't good enough.

A rare spell like the Ice Mist Technique, but it is unique, if a player obtains this rare spell, if he doesn't teach it to others, I'm afraid that no one in this barbaric realm will have the opportunity to learn it.

Therefore, even though he had so many spells, Lin Feng was still very regretful, because once he had this rare spell, it could often have the effect of turning things around, and he never had a chance to get it.

It's just that he may not know for a long time that the kind of epiphany experience he got should definitely not appear on any player, it is definitely a more powerful existence than a legendary-level spell, and even the Wan Xiu Company does not know that such a thing exists.

"As long as I have this ice mist technique, and when I open the Yuan Accumulation Dantian in the future, in addition to these equipment, I will finally have a little means to save my life!"

Lin Feng carefully dried the animal skin that recorded the Ice Mist Technique, and then put it close to his body, his heart was full of ambition, and only after a while did he search the corpses of Qingfeng and the others, put some of the elixir spirit fruits that several people had collected before into the leather bag on his body, and then left here far away.

Although this is an excellent camping site, the smell of blood will soon attract a large number of hungry monsters, and staying overnight is simply looking for death.

Half an hour later, Lin Feng climbed up to the top of the tall treetops, and slowly lay down between a branch, only then did he have time to take out the Golden Sore Pill and swallow it, and then opened the leather bag to check the elixir in it, the corners of his mouth showed a satisfied smile, and said in his heart No wonder people say that killing people and seizing treasures, that is the best way to make a fortune, the elixir and spirit fruit on the Qingfeng Raptor's body just now are much more than his harvest this day, and he really makes a lot of money!

What's more, there's that rare ice fog technique!

He closed his eyes with satisfaction, feeling the golden sore pill constantly healing the injuries in his body, and then he thought of Yuanyuan Chuqing and his own Trojan Horse Village, I don't know what happened in the village now.