"Boring!"

"That's not how you play with swords!"

Lin Feng shook his head and snapped his fingers at the swords around him.

The shadows of the swords dissipated in an instant, and the long swords fell to the ground one after another, making a crackling sound.

See this scene.

Many disciples of the Qingcheng Sword Sect panicked, and hurriedly pinched their sword fingers, wanting to call their long swords, but those long swords were all lying on the ground, and there was no reaction at all.

"Smack!!

There was a muffled sound.

This time, three powerhouses died directly, and there was also a Martial Spirit Realm powerhouse among them!

The blood mist fell to the ground like rain, and the blood flowed like a river...

"Two thousand eight hundred. Twenty-five minutes. ”

Lin Feng continued to speak, he looked at the people of the Qingcheng Sword Sect, and said lightly:

"Do you want to die all here today?"

"You..."

Wu Mad was furious in his heart, and he couldn't speak for a while!

How can this be fought?

Led by him, the Qingcheng Sword Formation was easily cracked by Lin Feng...

He remembered the words of the woman in black last night, could it really be that only when the door master arrived could he deal with Lin Feng?

Chen Beixuan's expression was yearning.

Is this the strength of an immortal cultivator?

And at this moment,

"Dada~"

There was a slight sound of footsteps outside the door.

Followed by

An old man on crutches, with an old face but a pair of extremely sharp eyes, walked in.

The old man's indifferent gaze swept the audience and asked:

"Who is Lin Feng?"

"Who am I, and who are you?"

Lin Feng asked with interest.

"Lin Feng killed more than a dozen people from the Baiyun Chamber of Commerce, and the gun king Chen Ziang was specially ordered to kill Lin Feng!"

As soon as the words fell, the old man suddenly straightened his stiff back, and a terrifying gun intent burst out from the cane in his hand, making the tables and chairs around him squeak.

The next moment.

"Wow~"

The ordinary-looking crutch turned into a glittering silver spear!

The old man has a straight body, holding a silver spear, his hair is like silver snow, and he dances without wind, like the god of war descending to earth!

"Groan~"

The spear in his hand made a dragon groan, as if he was holding a silver dragon instead of a spear!

And to see this scene.

Everyone in the audience gasped and looked horrified.

"It turned out to be the eighth hundred and thirty-first on the summer list, the gun king Chen Ziang! Hasn't he been in seclusion for a long time? How can you avenge the Baiyun Chamber of Commerce? ”

"This person has already entered the eighth hundred and thirty-first of the summer list thirty years ago, and now his strength is even more unfathomable!"

"Oops! How could this Chen Ziang come at this time? ”

Yao Chen, Yao Yan, Huang Mei Daoren, Zao Wou-Ki and others spoke out one after another.

Chen Beixuan was silent, but he secretly clenched the Long Yun Sword in his hand, planning that as long as Lin Feng was invincible, he would immediately display his Ten Thousand Sword Technique!

Compared with Chen Beixuan and the others, Wu Mad, Zhang Miao and others were trembling with excitement!

I didn't expect that at this critical moment,

Such a powerful reinforcement has arrived!

God help me!

"Lin Feng, for the sake of you being a character, kneel down and repent, the old man can leave you a whole corpse!"

Chen Ziang pointed at Lin Feng and said coldly.

"Did you bring the spirit stone?"

Lin Feng asked.

"Spirit stones?"

Chen Ziang was stunned for a moment, then sneered and said:

"Lingshi, the old man never wants that thing!"

"Then you can die!"

Lin Feng didn't hesitate when he heard this, and slapped it in the air, and the slap became countless times larger in mid-air, as if it wanted to cover the sky and the sun!

"Carving insect skills, watch me shoot like a dragon!"

Chen Ziang sneered, and directly speared, and the spear qi turned into a silver dragon, rushing towards Lin Feng's big hand.

"Boom, boom!"

In full view,

Lin Feng's big hand and the silver dragon collided in an instant, letting out bursts of roaring sounds.

The next moment.

"Bang!"

The big hand easily smashed the silver dragon, pushed the invincible horizontally, and slapped Chen Ziang into a cloud of blood mist.

……

Be quiet!

Incredibly quiet...

When everyone in the audience saw this scene, they fell directly into a state of stupor.

Spank!

It was still just a slap in the face, and he killed the gun king Chen Ziang, and it seemed that no one could block Lin Feng's second move...

"Ten minutes to go!"

At this time, Lin Feng's faint voice broke the calm in the field.

"So fast, you've got twenty-five minutes left!"

A Qingcheng Sword Sect disciple said loudly.

"Smack!"

Lin Feng slapped this person into a blood mist, and then said lightly:

"I say as much as I want, and whoever talks back to me will die!"

"You...."

Elder Taishang Wu Mad looked pale, and he only felt that his whole heart was cold, as if he had been poured from head to foot by a basin of ice water in winter!

Who the hell is this Lin Feng!

In today's martial arts world, how can there be such a strong young man!

Even the masters of some hidden world sects are not this person's opponents, right?

"Too... Elder Taishang, I... We're going to... Why don't you give him spirit stones? ”

Another martial soul powerhouse of the Qingcheng Sword Sect said in a trembling voice.

He never imagined that one day he would be scared and his lips trembled.

And when everyone in the audience saw his terrifying appearance, no one would laugh at him, because if it were them at this moment, it was estimated that it would not be much better than this martial soul powerhouse.

"Lin Feng, two thousand three hundred spirit stones, right? I can give it to you. ”

Wu Mad also confessed.

"It's not enough now, you have to add money, three thousand three hundred yuan."

Lin Feng said lightly.

"You..."

"You want to talk back to me?"

Lin Feng coldly interrupted Wu Mad 's words.

"How could it be, how could I talk back to you, I think the number of three thousand three hundred spirit stones is just right. You're very thoughtful. ”

Wu Yan's heart tightened, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Really? I think the number 6666 is better. ”

Lin Feng said.

Wu Mad Yanyan's expression changed slightly when he heard this, and he couldn't wait to slap himself.

And at this very moment.

A middle-aged man in a green shirt walked in quickly and said with a smile:

"Lin Xiaoyou, how about being forgiving and forgiving?"

Lin Feng looked at the middle-aged man in green shirt, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he didn't speak.

And Wu Mad and the others were overjoyed, and they all said loudly:

"Greetings to the Door Master!"

"Greetings to the Door Master!"

"Greetings to the Door Master!"

……