As soon as the two landed, they saw the young man's body twist into a strange arc, and his feet rushed up like arrows, slamming the door open.

Yuan Tao chased after him, and the muscles on his body were twisted and staggered, like a wild python.

He was in mid-air, like a python soaring into the air. The spiritual power wave flow was like a little meteor, and the speed was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, it rushed from the ground to Lin Feng's side.

Suddenly, the entire entrance to the cellar was filled with an illusory python shadow, and the ferocious aura made everyone feel hairy. Xiao San and Sun Xiaohong instantly felt suffocated and extremely depressed.

"This is the strength of the samurai realm, so strong!" Xiao San was stunned, looking at the hairs and goosebumps standing on his arms, and shook his head.

Sun Xiaohong was seriously injured and then injured, fainting several times, but when she woke up at this moment, she saw that Lin Feng was in danger, and couldn't help but get up: "Help him......"

Her voice trembled slightly, but she still wanted to fight back.

Xiao San rubbed over, didn't look over her naked body, and helped her get dressed: "Don't worry, you underestimate my idol too much." ”

But listening to the screams above, everything disappeared in an instant.

A figure fell sharply and landed with a bang, it was Yuan Tao.

Yuan Tao had an imperceptible blood hole in his chest, right in the heart. He couldn't believe it until he died, the young man in front of him looked ordinary, but his strength completely crushed him.

He couldn't understand why there were suddenly two more sharp spikes on the peak of the young man's fist. Also, why was it that at that moment, his whole body was weak and weak, and his spiritual power was all drained away as if the floodgates were being opened.

However, he never had a chance to figure it out again.

When dealing with people like him, Lin Feng has always been able to kill and kill, so as not to leave trouble.

Lin Feng didn't land, solved Yuan Tao, and as soon as he turned around, he saw a pair of gloomy eyes.

"Damn, how did you break in." Yuan Fu heard the movement and hurried to come and see.

He thought that his son was greedy for beauty, and he was afraid that he would miss the young master's big event tomorrow morning. Unexpectedly, he actually bumped into Lin Feng and others.

Seeing his son, Yuan Fu felt a little uneasy.

However, the faint violent aura on the young man in front of him made him dare not be distracted for the time being.

As soon as he stepped forward, the spiritual power on Yuan Fu's body poured out and spread out in front of him, like a bright snow.

The young master is in retreat, and no one should be disturbed at this critical moment. Whoever comes in today must die!

Yuan Fu took out his palm, and his spiritual power suddenly rolled up, like an angry sea, rolling towards Lin Feng.

In this miscellaneous courtyard, the stacks were more than one person high, and the three-foot square firewood piles were crackling and shaking, and each one was shaken quickly by the fluctuations of spiritual power, hitting each other. The dense sound is like a spell.

Click!

All of a sudden, the firewood turned in a different direction and was aimed at Lin Feng. Yuan Fu waved his palm, and the firewood was like an arrow off the string, shooting fiercely towards Lin Feng.

Hundreds of pieces of firewood, each of which was made of iron and wood, with sharp ends at both ends, was extremely powerful under the impetus of the second-order spiritual power of the warrior realm.

Lin Feng felt that the sky was full of shadows, and the sharp wind paved the surface, and his ears were filled with a dense whining wind. The huge dot-shaped spiritual power was overwhelmingly pressed, leaving him no room for survival.

Yuan Fu had a sneer on his face: "Just a little Huangkou, dare to trespass on my Yuan family's courtyard?" Reincarnated in the next life, remember to be smart, don't do such stupid things again! ”

After speaking, he shot his palms together, and another wave of fierce spiritual power poured out, and the iron firewood was faster. At the same time, he kicked and touched his toes slightly, and saw a black light swishing from the tip of his shoe, mixed with the firewood, almost imperceptible.

Although the power of iron firewood is huge, Yuan Fu's real killer move is these shoes.

This is no ordinary pair of shoes, both shoes have their own mysteries. The left foot hides a blood diamond silver needle, and the right foot is a thousand rains of black ink.

The needle is not a real needle, it is a thin thread made of blood diamonds and real silver, tough and sharp, and can easily cut through solid objects, and the flesh is no exception.

Rain is naturally not real rain, in fact, it is just a poisonous needle refined by Xuanmo.

This pair of shoes has a unique structure, and there is a powerful spiritual power trigger device inside. Once the spiritual power is infused, it will touch the mechanism and shoot out with a force of 28,000 jun, which is comparable to a strong bow and a large crossbow.

This thing is an assassination weapon created by the most powerful trainer in the Jinyang Plain, and it has a poignant name - Phantom Kill. The person who is killed, often dead, still thinks he is hallucinating.

At the beginning, Yuan Shaojie followed his family to dig a hidden ruin and get this thing. He was tired of playing, so he gave it to Yuan Fu casually, which shows the importance of these two fathers and sons in his heart.

"If you can die at the hands of the Phantom Killer, it will not be in vain." Yuan Fu sneered.

In the dense firewood rain, a dazzling light suddenly erupted. The mighty spiritual power spread out like a tsunami, and in the loud rumbling sound, hundreds of ironwood were knocked to the ground, straight into the ground, the wall, and a good yard, and instantly turned into ruins.

Yuan Fu's heart was horrified, and a cold sweat suddenly broke out: "This kid is so powerful? So I'm ...... Tao'er."

At this time, he no longer had the opportunity to think about his son's life and death, and even more majestic spiritual power had swept in. He instantly felt like he was floating up and down in the depths of the ocean under a storm, holding a rotten log.

Life and death, uncontrollable, powerlessness spreads.

However, after all, he has the strength of the samurai realm, and his reaction power is not ordinarily fast. But seeing that his body was vertical, the cat's waist was stretched out, his toes hooked, touched the mechanism, and withdrew the poisonous needle.

At the same time, he touched the ground with two casters, several ups and downs, and fled out of the yard lightly.

Rumble!

The spiritual power exploded in the courtyard, and in the thunderous sound, the courtyard was blown out of a pit that was one zhang square and several feet deepest.

Sawdust flew in the sky, and in the rolling dust, Lin Feng walked out slowly. His eyes were cold, and the thin spiritual power wrapped around him like water waves.

The murderous aura was pervasive, and Yuan Fu only felt that the hairs on his body exploded. He felt like an antelope drinking on the shore, stared at by a cheetah lurking in the grass.

This creepy horror and helplessness was unforgettable to his death.

"Y-Who are you?" His mouth was dry and he stammered.

Although Lin Feng had just stepped into the first order of the Warrior Realm, the experience of the past few days, and the feedback from the Devouring Violent Bear, had made him make great progress. The gain of divine consciousness gave him a strength comparable to the peak of the second order of the martial arts realm at this time.

The mellow heritage, as well as the accumulation of high-quality resources in the past, are now in Lin Feng's body, and they are bursting out.

And Yuan Fu, no matter how much he is valued, is just a slave. His realm is completely elevated by relying on pills. To put it bluntly, the second order of the samurai realm is already his ceiling.

Such strength is naturally incomparable to Lin Feng.

He thought that all the martial artists in the world, excluding equipment, had the same combat effectiveness in the same realm. This frog-like short-sightedness at the bottom of the well created his tragedy.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Lin Feng. By the way, I want to ask you one thing, where is Yuan Shaojie? Lin Feng asked lightly.

It is really strange that they have made such a big movement in the battle, but they still don't see Yuan Shao coming.

(End of chapter)