Unexpectedly, Lin Feng accepted it so happily, which made Tyrell very surprised, he obviously didn't want to fight before, but why did he accept it now? Could it be that he has some conspiracy that cannot be realized?

Seeing Tyrell's puzzled look, Lin Feng's face did not change, but his heart blossomed, what he wanted was this effect, what he saw was the expression of doubt on your face, Lao Tzu didn't believe it, and he couldn't get you!

"Okay, in order to save time, we will fight in groups!" Tyrrell shouted. Lin Feng nodded and asked, "Then do you make a move?" ”

Tyrrell nodded, and Lin Feng smiled, "In that case, I'm also going to send a king-level!" Lin Feng said, summoning the Scythe of Death, with the Scythe of Death, presumably, it would not be a problem to kill those birdmen!

"Raphael, I didn't expect it, we met again!" As soon as the Scythe of Death appeared, it immediately shouted at Tyrell, but it was Raphael.

Tyrell (Raphael, henceforth called Tyrell) stared at the Scythe of Death in surprise, followed by a wry smile on his face, and then shook his head and sighed: "Fils, I didn't expect that after tens of millions of years, we met again!" ”

Hey, there's a situation! Lin Feng exclaimed in his heart, he didn't expect that during the war, there was an unexpected situation, when he saw the true face of the Scythe of Death, he felt strange, a woman who is so delicate, why did it become like this, now that he knows the Dao, he is trapped by feelings, but if the Scythe of Death can pull Tyrell over, it will be a great battle force!

Lin Feng immediately sent a message to the Scythe of Death, told the Scythe of Death his thoughts, and also encouraged him, saying that pulling into his camp would not only increase his own combat power, but also make the Scythe of Death and Tyrell live together, which is also a good story!

"Raphael, if you still remember our old feelings, fight with me alone, I promise, these men of yours will not be besieged, and my master will treat them fairly, even if they die in battle!" The Scythe of Death said solemnly.

Tyrell looked embarrassed, hesitated, couldn't make a decision for a long time, and in the end, it was Lin Feng who added fuel to the fire, and Tyrell responded to the request of the Death Scythe.

"Tyrell, don't worry, I'll arrange for someone to fight them now, in addition to you, twenty-nine gods, brother-in-law, you can bring people to fight them, be sure to win with one blow, don't embarrass me and the Death Scythe!" Lin Feng shouted.

"Zhilu said brother-in-law, you can look at it, I will definitely pull off their bird wings and roast them to eat!" Tang Yin shouted.

Hearing Tang Yin's words, the nine birdmen behind Tyrell were indignant and immediately asked Tyrell to fight, and Tyrell saw that his men were like this, so they agreed to the request of the Death Scythe.

"Okay, I can trust you, Fils, you say, how can we fight!" Tyrrell shouted.

"Follow me!" The Scythe of Death shouted, and the figure immediately shot out into the distant sea, and Tyrell paused and flew over.

"Brothers, who wants to fight with me!" Tang Yin shouted, and immediately there was an earth-shattering roar behind him, hundreds of god-level players wanted to follow Tang Yin, Tang Yin immediately ordered twenty-eight god-level players and flew towards the Three Realms gods opposite.

"Kill!"

The two sides burst into cheers, and immediately caught and fought against each other, in the sky and on the ground, everywhere, the giant Lang was monstrous, like a water dragon, constantly slapping the cliff.

I don't know who Lu Dao is, the first to cast a big move, to kill a skeleton god, and then, the two sides come and go, flickering and damage, the battle came very suddenly, and it went very quickly, and the battle between the two sides didn't take half an hour, and it ended.

Tang Yin and the three gods dragged their scarred bodies back to Lin Feng's side, and the twenty-nine strong men on the other side were all annihilated, but on their own side, they also lost fifteen masters, you must know how huge the role of fifteen masters is in a battle.

The battle between the Scythe of Death and Tyrell continued, because they never came back, Lin Feng also had a little more worry in his heart, I don't know how the Scythe of Death happened, if it succeeded, he would live and breathe, and if he failed, it was estimated that he would not be able to escape the fate of death.

Although the Scythe of Death looked bloody and evil, in fact, Lin Feng could feel that in the depths of her eyes, in the depths of her heart, there was a trace of clarity, a trace of clarity that had not been tainted by darkness.

Time was lost bit by bit, and half an hour later, the portal of the Three Realms flickered again, this time, it was no longer a battle, nor was it a one-sided torture, this time it was all saint-level, millions of saint-level powerhouses, and immediately filled the sky.

On Lin Feng's side, the cannon could no longer harm the saints, and everyone had a look of horror on their faces, indeed, they were all saint-level, but compared to these million-level saint-level opponents in front of them, there were only a few hundred thousand on their side.

This is not over, after the appearance of the saint level, tens of thousands of god level appeared, and they flew to the front of the holy level, staring at Lin Feng's team.

Everyone on Lin Feng's side collected the cannons and gathered together, and the two huge fusion breaths collided together in an instant, Rao is Lin Feng level reached the realm of life and death, and he couldn't force the other party, so he could fight a draw.

At this moment, in the distance, a loud roar was heard.

"Master, I'm coming!"

Lin Feng looked at it, and a smile immediately appeared on his face, this was none other than Xiaoyao, there was Ben Lei beside him, and the two of them came with an army of millions, among which there were tens of thousands of god-level troops.

A smile appeared on everyone's faces, this is simply timely rain, although Lin Feng and the other party's momentum is comparable, but Lin Feng can't make a move after all, relying on their hundreds of thousands of people alone, how can they fight against it, but Xiaoyao and Ben Lei brought people here at this time, how not to make everyone excited.

"Master, it's too late, please forgive me!" Xiaoyao and Ben Lei rushed to Lin Feng's side and immediately knelt down.

Lin Feng immediately pulled the two up: "There are no such customs in front of me, but why are you here?" Is there no problem with the shop? ”

"Master, it was the housekeeper who forgot to let us come, as for the shop, you can rest assured, there are still more than 100,000 saint-level and 10,000-god-level!" Xiaoyao said.

Listening to Xiaoyao's words, Lin Feng showed a shocked look on his face, he didn't expect that he hadn't managed the shop for so long, and he had actually been trained so many strong people by Forget and Xiaoyao.

"Okay, okay, Xiaoyao, Ben Lei obeys the order!" Lin Feng shouted. His eyes shot a look of excitement, his right hand grasped the dagger of the necromancy, and pointed fiercely at the enemy on the opposite side: "Lead the army and take down the enemy for me!" ”

"Yes, master!" Xiaoyao and Ben Lei immediately took the lead and rushed to the opposing camp.

"Tang Yin listens to orders!"

"The last general!"

"Lead the rest of the men and attack from the right!"

"Command!"

"Kill!" Under Tang Yin's roar, everyone, except for Lin Feng, was killed.