Ling Feng looked at the picture on the death match screen in the bronze medal room, how depressed and depressed he was, and said in his heart, are you waiting for these uncles to sharpen their knives and kill me?

After thinking about it, the corners of his mouth pursed a smile that he didn't care about#, and said to Huoxu: "Sister, since you don't want to help with other favors, can you still do the basic work of this waiter?"

Huo Feng looked at Ling Feng in some surprise, and suddenly found that the thin young man in front of him had changed into a person in an instant.

Just now she clearly saw Ling Feng's face full of depression and worry, how could she be relieved so quickly at this moment?

"Didn't you say that the death match took a fancy to me? I guess it was because I was a death match talent! Quick, show me the death match plan you arranged for me! I'm looking forward to it!" Ling Feng couldn't wait to reach out to the fire with an anxious look.

Hehe!

Huo Fu was amused by Ling Feng's sudden transformation.

The heart said that this kid has an extraordinary mind, seeing the arrival of such a martial arts sect, he can still be stable.

"Okay, since you want to fight to the death, I will naturally satisfy you! Don't worry, there will be no more iron medal invitations before, if there are iron members who meet the challenge next time, I will notify you in advance! As for your opponents, that is them, if you can defeat these nineteen people, I dare to guarantee that you will be safe tonight!"

Although Ling Feng didn't believe in Huo Fu, the warm and sincere smile on her face made him feel that maybe he really had a good time tonight.

"Okay, just these nineteen, I will definitely blow them up!" The corners of Ling Feng's mouth flew with a rare brilliance of confidence, and he remembered in a trance that the last time he flew so easily was more than forty years ago.

It's a pity that time flies, the young years are no more, and when I find this feeling again, it is already the second life of rebirth.

Ling Feng held the Firebird Sword in his hand, like carrying an inconspicuous burning stick, and slowly walked in the five-hundred-meter-long deathfight passage, his heart was still inevitably a little uneasy.

"I hope my cheap dad hasn't advanced to Wuzun!, otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to save my life in this death arena!" Ling Feng thought of Ling Tieshan, who had gone crazy, and his heart sank for a while.

Since a person can kill his wife and children for the sake of power, what else does he dare not do?

Thinking of it, the Great Elder Ling Shijian already knew that he was in a death match, and at this time, it was even more when Cheap Daddy Ling Tieshan came out to kill people at night, and the big boss behind the Great Elder could still be a cheap father, Ling Feng's mood was quite depressed.

"I hope I can live until tomorrow!" Ling Feng took the Forbidden Spirit Ring and kicked open the deathmatch gate in front of him, and walked towards the huge deathmatch platform with a fierce momentum.

In this deathmatch, there are obviously fewer people watching the battle, and there is a lack of the gimmick of iron members skipping the level to challenge bronze members, and the big screen of the death match field looks lifeless.

On the projection stage above the platform of the death arena, there is now only a shriveled old man left, quietly introducing the two sides, everything seems so banal, giving people a desolate feeling of being right and wrong.

Ling Feng's opponent is a bronze member who is good at flying knives and secret weapons and light skills, what is the seventy-two fatal knives. Just listening to the name, Ling Feng felt that this buddy was not like a word.

"A real master of hidden weapons, why do you need seventy-two swords?" Ling Feng pursed his lips, and the corners of his lips revealed a hint of sarcasm peculiar to young men.

After feeling the spatial spiritual power blocking his progress, Ling Feng simply sat on the ground, and he was actually cultivating the Xuan Ling Technique on his knees as if no one was beside him.

This unscrupulous contempt almost made the opponent almost vomit blood.

The shriveled old man host coughed a few times, and after finding that no matter how much he emphasized the origins of both parties, it was destined not to arouse the audience's curiosity, he finally shouted very unsimply: "The countdown to the death match begins!"

"Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven......"

The countdown was complete, and Ling Feng's opponent, the buddy called the Seventy-Two Deadly Knife, hung up his body full of flying knives, and ran wildly across a distance of three zhang like a gust of wind, killing Ling Feng.

Puff puff......

With the sound of footsteps advancing rapidly, a flying knife with a bright handle, like a red rain of flying knives, flew through the air.

In Ling Feng's impression, the flying knife stunt that should have taken the Yin Damage School was actually dignified, going straight to the major points in front of him, slamming into it, and forming some kind of mutually echoing momentum in the distance.

It's just that this kind of echo is too thin, and the spiritual traction between the flying knife and the flying knife is not rounded enough at all, even if it is barely echoed, it is difficult to achieve the effect of succession.

This kind of flying knife breaking stunt, Ling Feng just glanced at it, he didn't even bother to use his divine sense, he flew directly and crashed into it, he didn't even use the fire illusion sword technique, he directly used the firebird sword to connect three times in the air at will, and picked up the three flying knives that were flying towards him, and he shrank down and rushed directly from the flying knife rain.

Stop!

Ling Feng held the Firebird Sword, looking helplessly at the stunned face in front of him, but he couldn't control his body, and rushed towards his buddy on the blade of his sword, feeling helpless and sad in his heart.

"It's all weak like this, don't you have a little pressure in your heart?"

When Ling Feng thought this, the sword in his hand kept stabbing forward at an angle, and without making any adjustments, the blade lightly sliced open the opponent's throat.

Seventy-two fatal knives were lying on the ground, clutching the throat of the blood gushing, still struggling desperately, looking at Ling Feng's eyes full of despair and hatred, which made Ling Feng's mood inexplicably irritable.

Ling Feng quickly realized that the opponent he met was simply a person who had not cultivated successful spiritual skills, that is, from the moment the opponent rushed up, he was doomed to the end of delivering food, and he was not the so-called winner, but won a game.

This can be called a boring deathmatch, which ended in the unpleasant praise of the shriveled old man, but Ling Feng was strangely a little sad.

Ling Feng couldn't forget the unwilling eyes of the seventy-two swords before he died, and he always felt that from the other party's eyes, he seemed to see himself.

That feeling is very strange, especially when I am forced into a corner, and I can only be silently in the death arena, constantly brushing people's heads, looking for a sense of existence.

"Am I still like him, breaking into a death match that I wasn't actually prepared for!" Ling Feng suddenly thought of this, but everything was still chaotic.

This sudden thought made Ling Feng's heart very flustered, but he was powerless to stop it.

Ling Feng had no choice but to take the third deathmatch without stopping after completing the second deathmatch, just to calm the uneasiness in his heart.

It didn't matter who the opponent was at all, Ling Feng only remembered that the ending was another boring death!

It wasn't until the fifth game that Ling Feng realized that most of the people who went to the death arena were actually unprepared, like Meng Bo, who could compete with him, it was very rare.

But such a boring deathmatch, no one cares about it, and no one bets at all, what Ling Feng gets is nothing more than dry points, and it is said that this thing can be exchanged for the qualification to skip the challenge.

But Huo Xu told Ling Feng that he still had fifteen more such deathfights before he could apply for a level challenge, which could be a member level challenge or a level challenge.

And on the square outside the death arena, the martial arts powerhouses of the four major forces were facing each other clearly, as if they were waiting for something.

But no matter what they were waiting for, Ling Feng felt that he was like a dish waiting to be served, but when it would be served, he didn't know at all.

"Next!" Ling Feng said blankly to the fire, his heart couldn't help but be anxious.

"Okay. Huo Feng looked at Ling Feng surprisingly calmly, helping him operate the deathmatch screen on the side, but there was no trace of ridicule.

Before entering the deathmatch platform for the sixth time, Hei Qi ran over in a panic and shouted to Ling Feng uneasily: "Master, Master Hou is here, he is outside the square, saying that he wants to see you!"

When Ling Feng heard this, his heartbeat almost jumped out of his mouth, but he still pretended to be calm and said, "I know, let's finish this death match first!"

Hei Qi walked out with his head down, and he honestly stayed at the door, and he was not in the mood to bet, and he always felt that something big was going to happen today.

Before entering the death arena, Huo Feng sent him into the passage for the first time, and he could also pat Ling Feng on the shoulder for encouragement.

"Come on!"

Ling Feng listened to it, and only felt sarcastic, and his smile was so bright and moving, that he couldn't find a reason to be sarcastic.

Ling Feng glanced back at Huo Fu deeply, barely responding to his encouragement.

But deep down, he felt that at this moment, no matter what he did, it seemed useless.

"Is it really useful for me to fight to the death here?

Ling Feng seemed to have fallen into an abyss of worry, and as the abyss kept approaching, there was nothing he could do to avoid it.

Burst!

Ling Feng's Firebird Sword slashed through the throat of his opponent like a dream, and he took the initiative to complete a beautiful one-hit slash, winning the death match again, so far Ling Feng had won six consecutive victories, although this result was not brilliant, but it was dazzling enough.

After all, in the history of the Death Match, there are very few people who can win a streak at the beginning of the deathmatch.

Coming down from the deathmatch platform, Ling Feng couldn't help but cut out the picture of his father Ling Tieshan in the deathmatch screen, and his heart suddenly cooled.

Ling Feng clearly felt that Ling Tieshan was almost integrated with the surrounding environment now, if he hadn't deliberately let people see it, this death match screen would probably be difficult to show his figure.

To be able to do this, in Ling Feng's experience, it was at least enough for Martial Venerable to cultivate.

Remembering it as the will of heaven, this is the power of the martial powerhouse.

"Before, my Martial Zun Divine Sense bullied the Martial Sect, but now there is a real Martial Zun, and my Martial Zun Divine Sense is afraid that it will not be able to fake the tiger's might, so what should I do?"

"The key is that I'm still stuck in the death arena, and I can't escape!"

The more Ling Feng thought about it, the more discouraged and desperate he felt.

At this time, Huo Xu still smiled and said, "Does the young master still want to fight to the death?"

Ling Feng had the heart to say, I'm a fart to the death, but if I don't fight to the death and is kicked out of the bronze room, will I have to leave the death arena immediately?

He really didn't dare to bet that if he left the death arena, would his cheap dad kill him as soon as possible, and then simply destroy the corpse, or even kill himself in front of everyone.

"I'll continue to ......" Ling Feng himself didn't even notice that this time when he spoke, there was irrepressible urgency in his tone.

And this hint of urgency made the fire beside him, who had been calm, a subtle light rise imperceptibly in his eyes.

"Then continue to ......" Huo Fu's voice remained flat, and the tone of his voice was already a little sweeter.