Listening to the young man's contemptuous tone, several people couldn't help but have a gloomy look on their faces.

The young man with the scar clasped his hands in front of his chest and looked at Ling Yifeng with a sneer.

Suddenly, a powerful momentum continued to climb on Ling Yifeng's body, and everyone around him was also shocked back by this blazing aura, leaving a large space for the few people in the middle.

The scar youth's face changed slightly, and then he smiled: "I said, why are you so confident? It turns out that you have already reached the Spirit Wheel Realm!"

Ling Yifeng took out a small jade bottle from his body and threw it to the young man with the scar: "Your injury medicine will be compensated to you now, but you will be able to use it immediately!"

After speaking, the soles of his feet violently exerted force, and his body pounced towards the scarred youth like a cheetah, and his clenched fists smashed hard into his temples.

The young man with the scar was not slow to react, and he raised an arm to shake Ling Yifeng's fist away.

With a chuckle, Ling Yifeng's fist suddenly retracted, and he raised one leg and kicked fiercely towards the scarred youth's stomach. The sound of the wind on the trouser leg is hunting, and you can imagine how strong this kick must be. In fact, his initial goal was not to take the head, and that aggressive punch was just a false move.

Although the young man with scar has also reached the strength of the Spirit Wheel Realm, and his experience in life and death battles is extremely rich, his skills in hand-to-hand combat are far inferior to Ling Yifeng, who was born in a family. Hearing only a "bang", his lower abdomen hit this leg heavily.

A hot pain instantly swept through his body, and the scarred young man also showed a look of pain on his face.

"Huh!", he directly pulled out the long sword at his waist, the three-foot Qingfeng, reflecting a faint cold air in the sun.

"Boy, you're looking for death!" The young man with the scar finally became angry, and swung his long sword towards Ling Yifeng.

"Brother Feng, be careful!" Ling Yu was very anxious on the side, this group of people were simply outlaws who didn't want to die, at this time, the forced dog jumped over the wall in a hurry, and he didn't care about it anymore, he was about to cut Ling Yifeng to the sword.

Looking at the sharp sword that stabbed in the chest, Ling Yifeng calmly dodged left and right, he didn't have a weapon at hand, and he had to temporarily avoid the edge in the face of the sharp long sword.

"What's the matter, kid, wasn't it crazy just now?" With a cruel smile on his face, the young man with the scar slashed towards Ling Yifeng with a sword in his hand without hesitation.

Simply his sword moves were out of order, and he only knew how to slash with brute force, otherwise, Ling Yifeng would have been stabbed by him a long time ago.

"Sting!" With a sound, the placket of Ling Yifeng's chest was cut open by the tip of the sword, and it was almost rubbed against his chest.

"Hehe, boy, you won't have such good luck next time!" Scar Youth sneered and said, "You kneel on the ground and beg for mercy now, and the uncle can let you go!"

Looking at the scarred youth indifferently, Ling Yifeng didn't speak, and the spiritual power in his body surged rapidly, quickly wrapping his hands and legs around him.

"What, do you still want to greet my sword?" The young man with the scar felt the location where Ling Yifeng had gathered his spiritual power, guessing that he was going to make a desperate bet and take his sword empty-handed, and couldn't help but sneer.

With the protection of spiritual power, it is indeed not easy to be scratched by a sharp sword, but it is really naïve to want to snatch his own sword with this kind of scar! The young man with the scar pulled out a few sword flowers at random, and then continued to stab towards Ling Yifeng, leaving no room for it.

With the increase in spiritual power, Ling Yifeng's actions were much faster than before, but the opponent's sword could always close to his body and pass by. The clothes on his body have been cut several times.

"Huh!"

It was another sharp sword, stabbing straight at the door, Ling Yifeng didn't have time to dodge, the fierce energy on the sword rushed to his face, and his hair was cut off in two.

Some timid people didn't dare to look at it anymore, and Ling Yu and Ling Yuexin were also shocked, but there was nothing they could do.

Without the expected sound of the blade cutting through the bones, Ling Yifeng's palms slammed together and clamped the sword body. The tip of the sword stopped an inch before it pierced his eyebrows, unable to advance an inch.

"Okay!" Ling Yu couldn't help but shout hello beside him, his eyes looking at Ling Yifeng were full of admiration. Ling Yuexin also exhaled and patted her little chest gently!

Ling Yifeng's move was really thrilling, and if he was a little careless, it was the consequence of being stabbed in the head by a sharp blade. He simply held down the blade of the sword at the last moment.

The surging spiritual power poured into his palms, and Ling Yifeng's palm spat out violently, and the long sword made of fine iron actually broke in response to the sound, breaking into three pieces from the middle!

At the moment when the young man with the scar was stunned, Ling Yifeng's figure flickered, and he was already close to his side, and the spiritual power on his fist gathered rapidly, smashing towards his chest with a scorching heat wave.

"Red Flame Fist!" Ling Yifeng let out a low cry in his heart, and the strength of his fist spurted out without reservation.

"Bang!"

With a dull sound, accompanied by the "click" sound of cracking bones, the body of the young man with the scar flew out upside down, slammed down on the floor a foot away, and a mouthful of blood foamed out of his mouth!

"Mai!" The rest of the mercenaries saw that the young man with the scar was injured on the ground and his life was unknown, so they hurriedly surrounded him, and the young man with the scar was lying on his back on the ground, his chest was slightly sunken, and it was estimated that several ribs were broken.

"You ......" The people all looked at Ling Yifeng with fierce expressions, and they all seemed to be unable to help but want to make a move.

"What do you want to do, do you want to bully more with less?" Ling Yu rushed up and stood in front of Ling Yifeng, looking at those people with fierce eyes.

Ling Yifeng stood straight in place, the blow just now consumed almost all of his spiritual power, and his palm was also cut by the broken sword just now, if he did it with any of them, he wouldn't be able to please him.

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the crowd, Ling Yifeng was slightly relieved, he gently patted Ling Yu's shoulder, and showed him a smile.

"Are there many people?" Ling Yifeng sneered: "However, we are the one with more people, you listen!"

Soon, the gathered crowd suddenly gave way to a passage from the middle, and a group of more than a dozen people walked in quickly with long iron sticks in their hands, and they were wearing the uniform costumes of the Ling family.

"Young master?" Seeing Ling Yifeng, the leading man hurriedly greeted him and said, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, these people, all of them will be abolished for me!" Ling Yifeng pointed at the scarred young man and said coldly: "I gave you a chance, now none of you want to stand and leave here!"

The leading man glanced at the people with a sharp expression, and they all felt a trace of coldness in their hearts inexplicably.

"Dare to take the initiative against us in the territory of the Ling family? You are not a little bold! Brothers, if you hear the words of the young master, you will all give them a leg!"

Ling Yifeng walked back with Ling Yu and Ling Yuexin, and the screams of several people behind him were gradually drowned out by the crowd.