Ding Zhao's body fell back and his legs fell sharply, and his feet seemed to be hanging dozens of scales. The strong attraction made him squat violently, and his knees clicked a few crisp sounds.

The rocks around him cracked, and near the edge, several stones the size of a water tank shattered and fell. Rolling off the cliff, the reverberations continued.

This accident broke his original attack rhythm, the green mist shrank sharply, the spiritual pressure plummeted, and the connection with Lin Feng was also forced to be severed.

"What's going on?" His brow furrowed, puzzled.

Ding Zhao wanted to boost his spiritual power and wanted to stand up. He couldn't figure out what was going on, no matter what happened, it was absolutely impossible for Lin Feng to do it.

The guy was out of the cliff and might have fallen to his death.

He glanced at it, the clouds were shrouded, and the aura of spiritual power was still there, but Lin Feng was gone.

"Dead? Cheap him. Ding Zhao gritted his teeth, but he had already begun to plan in his heart, how to explain to the superiors, after all, what they wanted was the living Lin Feng.

He turned to leave, and there were cracks in the rocks that stretched beside him, and rubble fell. When I looked up, I was shocked.

The starlight flickered behind Lin Feng, and a pair of transparent wings were slowly flapping.

"Poor donkey skills?" Lin Feng said lightly, his fingers wiped away the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were cold.

Swish!

Starlight wings sent him to the ground, the Ice Owl Dragon reappeared, the temperature around him dropped suddenly, and the orange cold spiritual power on Lin Feng's body rumbled and spread.

Click!

The ground froze, and the rocks that had been cracked were frozen.

"W-What?" Ding Zhao was dumbfounded, he couldn't believe his eyes, what was the origin of this guy? Why do there have wings?

Before he could say anything, Lin Feng had already burst in, bringing up a cold wind that cut his face like an ice blade.

Rumble!

Lin Feng slammed his palm into Ding Zhao's chest, forcing him to retreat again and again.

"Damn!" Ding Zhao gritted his teeth, but the martial arts he performed just now had already consumed most of his spiritual power. originally thought that he could kill Lin Feng, but who would have thought that this kid would count cats, and his life would be so hard!

In a hurry, he raised his fists to resist.

Bang bang!

After two consecutive parries, he barely managed to block the palm wind.

"Lin Feng, don't think that if you have a crooked way, you can defeat me......" Ding Zhao said angrily.

But there was a rumble under his feet, and the air was filled with a rich earthy smell, and a stronger attraction was generated from under his feet, and his whole body was almost glued to the ground, unable to move.

A fist appeared silently and smashed on Ding Zhao's head with a bang.

Rao is a master in the middle of the martial arts realm, and Ding Zhao can't bear this punch, his head is dizzy, his eyes are full of stars, and his seven orifices are bleeding.

"Old horseman, kill you!"

Rumble!

Another punch came, and the white spikes on the fist surface flashed with cold light, leaving a deep blood mark on Ding Zhao's chest.

Ding Zhao was shocked, desperately boosting his spiritual power, and the thick green mist filled again. He lifted his foot vigorously and walked forward step by step.

The green mist formed a wall of fog, whistling towards Lin Feng.

Bang!

Lin Feng was shaken back.

The green mist chased after him, and the powerful spirit pressure covered the top and down, forcing Lin Feng to half-kneel on the ground, and retreated with a sigh, leaving a three- or four-inch-deep trajectory on the ground with his knees.

The pain spread throughout his body, but he bit his lip and endured it. Thinking of Wu Side's uncertain life and death, any pain is not a problem.

Ding Zhao was light, strode over, and sneered: "Lin Feng, don't think that if you have a few treasures on your body, you can defeat me." Sometimes, talent alone doesn't make the difference. ”

"Oh, yes." Lin Feng raised his head, staring at him with a cold and gloomy gaze, his hands suddenly grabbed down, and his ten fingers were like grasping tofu, embedded in the rocks.

A fierce spiritual power burst out from his dantian and poured straight into the rock. The large rock was like a carpet, which he lifted directly, and then shook it violently, and a huge force was transmitted through the ground.

Ding Zhao, who was striding forward, suddenly paused, and half of his body was short.

This time, the attraction was even stronger, and there was suddenly a bottomless gap under Ding Zhao's feet, about two feet wide. He didn't pay attention and stepped in.

Ding Zhao secretly said that it was not good, and he was busy withdrawing, but the gravitational force below was stronger, and he was finally left behind.

Lin Feng sneered, waved his hands, and the cracked rock closed.

"Ahh Ding Zhao screamed.

His right leg was clamped, but he couldn't pull it out - the attraction was so strong that he couldn't do anything about it. He could only watch as the rocks on both sides closed again, leaving his feet in them.

Poof!

There was a muffled sound, thick green blood splashed everywhere, and Ding Zhao's right foot was gone from under his ankle.

His eyes were full of gold, and before he could come back to his senses, Lin Feng's fist had arrived.

Bang bang bang!

This time, he didn't have the physical strength to dodge again, and he was punched seven or eight times in succession, and the seven orifices of the beating bled out, and the world was spinning. The body was even more like a broken sack, beating everywhere.

There was a crisp click, and Ding Zhao was very sad to find that his jaw bone had been shattered, and he couldn't say half a sentence.

Lin Feng's strength was extremely appropriate, not only to make him painful, but also not to kill him immediately.

Bang!

Another punch, Ding Zhao's eyes went black, and he passed out.

His broken body collapsed to the ground, Lin Feng walked up, picked it up, looked in the direction of the mountain road, and galloped away.

……

Cao Chai stood on the square of Zhiyang Peak in the middle of the mountain, watching his disciples hurriedly extinguish the fire, and his heart was very annoyed.

So many people didn't even catch a single arsonist.

"Report! Hall Master, that kid ran away! The disciple of the Punishment Hall hurriedly stepped forward and bowed his head.

"What?" Cao Chai's pupils shrank suddenly.

The most critical witness ran away, and it was really difficult for Lin Feng to clear his suspicion now.

Bang!

A heavy object was thrown at Cao Chai's feet, splashing dust all over the sky.

Cao Chai looked down and found that the heavy object turned out to be Ding Zhao.

"Hall Master Cao is a smart person, what should he understand when you see him?" Lin Feng said lightly, "The evil sect technique he cultivates will make him demonize when he uses this skill to fight." ”

Without Lin Feng's explanation, Cao Chai understood everything at a glance.

He gasped, he never thought that the real traitor would be Ding Zhao! I didn't expect that Lin Feng, this kid, would be able to defeat Ding Zhao.

After the death of several disciples of the Torture Hall, this is what it looks like.

Cao Chai's eyes became more and more solemn, and finally waved his hand and said, "Come on, ...... it"

"No, I'll take care of it myself." Lin Feng clenched his fists and looked at Ding Zhao with a panicked face.

Bang!

This punch directly made its head bloom. Ding Zhao has all his skills, but in the end, he didn't expect it to end up like this.

At the moment when Lin Feng swung his fist, he said in his heart: "Brother Wu, you have a spirit in the sky, and you can also be blinded." ”

Cao Chai frowned and looked at Lin Feng, and then looked at the ugly corpse on the ground, Lin Feng left a deep impression on him today.

From the thick green slurry on Ding Zhao's body, Cao Chai could see that this was caused by cultivating demonic skills.

He never expected that he would be caught by a deacon-level existence.

"The next thing, there is the master of the Lao Cao Hall." Lin Feng clenched his fists, turned around and walked down the mountain.

(End of chapter)