However, fortunately, Ling Feng's physical defense strength at this time was far from being broken by a Soul Point Stage Demonic Beast.

The demon tiger doesn't care so much, it smells like a human being, and when it succeeds, its temperament is even more fierce, and after a pounce, it is a cut, and it changes so fast.

It is faster than the change of Wu Ling's master, and the momentum is fierce, and it is not comparable to any move in the world, this is really the martial arts of the Warcraft Club, and it is a person who has a big head, only to see the room full of fishy winds, and the colorful tiger shadows flow.

But what kind of character is Ling Feng, although his body is slow and not chaotic, he has already swept the back of the tiger with a jump, and he has not forgotten to grin and say: "Good tiger, why are you so angry, the young master will provoke you." ”

This Ling Feng didn't know how noble this demonic beast was in this palace, when it had been ridden, and at this time, it actually let Ling Feng, a human being, ride on it, it was not only angry and ashamed, but it turned its head and bloodied, and the flames in the sky burned straight towards Ling Feng.

Suddenly, seeing the Demon Tiger launch this attack, Ling Feng, who had not sat down firmly in school on the back of the tiger for a while, didn't know whether he was shocked or angry, and after a slight distraction, the Demon Tiger took advantage of the momentum and lifted his body off the tiger's back.

Ling Feng got up from the ground and scolded lightly: "Damn, Lao Tzu is really a tiger falling into Pingyang, being bullied by dogs, uh, no, this beast seems to be a tiger too!" ”

In the midst of the scolding, the demon tiger had already turned over and pounced straight down towards Ling Feng.

This pounce seemed to be nine out of ten, Ling Feng seemed to be unable to escape the tiger's claws, the demon tiger's eyes already showed a trace of a cruel smile, who knew that Ling Feng's body shrank, and he actually rushed out from under the tiger's belly, his left hand was raised upward, only to hear a terrible tiger roar, and blood splashed out like raindrops.

The demon tiger rushed left and right, and suddenly fell to the ground, and would not move.

The walls on all sides were stained with blood flowers everywhere, and everywhere was smashed to a mess, when Ling Feng stood up, the left side had already become half a bloody person, but he clapped his hands and muttered: "Give you a few colors, don't you really want to open a dyeing room!" ”

After that, Ling Feng was walking to the door of the inner room, when he suddenly heard someone behind him say coldly: "You actually killed the holy beast!" Although his voice was cold, his tone was full of surprise.

Ling Feng turned around to look, and there was a soft sound inside, and a man in an imperial robe with a light robe walked out.

Ling Feng recognized that this person's costume was similar to that of the bastard prince he had killed in the wilderness that day, and thought to himself, this person should also be the prince of the Shengya Dynasty.

It's just that this guy doesn't hide well in the dark, but he suddenly ran out and did something, aren't you afraid that I will kill him? Could it be ......

Thinking of this, a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Ling Feng's mouth, this guy was risking his life, gambling to let himself stay here for a while, thinking that he had already informed the palace guards at this moment, as long as he could keep himself for a while, those guards would arrive here.

At that time, according to the prince's thoughts, he Ling Feng will only have to wait to be killed.

I saw this prince walk up to Ling Feng, stared at him, didn't make a sound, looked at it for a while, and suddenly said coldly: "Who are you?" As he spoke, he pushed open the screen window and walked gently to the window, apparently trying to jump out of the window.

Ling Feng was really angry and funny when he saw him ignoring himself so much, and couldn't help but whisper: "Don't dream! ”

This prince has been trained by masters since he was a child, and his martial arts are not weak, as soon as he heard Ling Feng's words break his mind, he immediately reacted and swept forward.

"It's all said don't let you dream!" Ling Feng was prepared, as soon as his body moved, he immediately shot to catch him, this prince let Ling Feng catch him when he saw a move, and his whole body could no longer use a trace of strength, his body was soft and sagging, not only shocked and shocked.

Ling Feng said in a low voice: "You got this demon tiger from that, tell me its origin, and I will ...... you."

Before Ling Feng finished speaking, the prince's voice raised slightly: "You can't escape!" ”

"Hey, hey, huh!" Ling Feng exerted a little effort, the prince frowned in pain, but he didn't dare to exhale again, Ling Feng smiled and said: "You deliberately speak loudly, just to attract people, don't you be afraid to tell you the truth, no matter who comes, it's useless!" ”

After speaking, Ling Feng fell out of the window, before he could stand firmly, the blades from all directions attacked together, he was prepared, knowing that he must have alarmed the palace guards, and waved a sword to block it, although his sword was only waved at will, but he had exerted his swordsmanship to the extreme, and he was attacking in defense.

It was just some ordinary guards who attacked Ling Feng from all directions, and suddenly felt a sword wind attacking, and immediately stopped the momentum of the blade's downward attack.

Before the guards could raise a thought, Ling Feng swept out with another sword, and in an instant, each guard's wrist had already been struck.

Suddenly, all he heard was the sound of "clanging" and "clanging" blades falling to the ground, and the blades in each guard's hand were all shot down by Ling Feng at the same time in an instant.

At this time, only to hear an angry shout, a middle-aged man with black armor jumped out, and said angrily when he saw this: "A batch of big rice buckets, get out of here!" After the guards hurriedly retreated, only the middle-aged man and Ling Feng were left at the scene.

Ling Feng glanced at the black-armored man lightly, and suddenly said, "Pseudo-Soul Point Realm, well, that's right, without cultivating the magic technique, it is not easy to break into the cultivator's practice with your own strength!" At this time, Ling Feng was unwilling to fight, and ran outside the palace with the prince in one hand.

The middle-aged man suddenly dodged and stopped in front of him, and said coldly: "Hmph, if you want to leave, is it so easy!" ”

Ling Feng stopped and said with a smile, "How are you doing?" ”

Seeing Ling Feng's indifferent look, the middle-aged man said angrily, "Let the prince go, you will kill yourself!" “

Ling Feng smiled: "Good idea! But I can't sin to death! ”

This year, the man sneered: "Nonsense, the prince of Dula is the crown prince of the Shengya Dynasty, how can you be easily provoked!" ”

"If you can catch up with me, the master will let this bullshit prince go!" Ling Feng suddenly sneered, no longer entangled with him, and ran outside the palace, only to see that the black pressure was overwhelming, and tens of thousands of iron-armored pikemen were surrounded by the palace gate, it was really not easy to break out! It is not yet known how many people will be killed.

This batch of ironclad soldiers came fast enough, and at night, the Shengya Dynasty deployed troops so quickly, it can be seen that they are well-trained in peacetime, no wonder the Shengya Dynasty can rank first among the four major dynasties in the Haoyuan Continent!

Each ironclad soldier held a torch in his hand, and the outside of the palace gate was illuminated, no less than the light of the day, Ling Feng was about to prepare to kill a bloody road, at this time, the bullshit prince in his arms had already sobered up, looked at Ling Feng and sneered: "See where you escape?" ”

Hearing this, Ling Feng frowned, it wasn't that he couldn't escape, but he wanted to escape, this palace was really going to be bleeding, and when he looked back into the darkness, the middle-aged man in black armor was followed by dozens of general-level figures who had already caught up.

These people were scattered around Ling Feng, each with their own swords, closely monitoring him.

Seeing that Ling Feng was surrounded by his men, the prince of Dula concluded that Ling Feng had no way to escape, so he persuaded: "You better tie your hands and capture it, the taste of ten thousand arrows piercing your heart is not comfortable......"

(End of chapter)