Lin Feng just held Kurotou Ichiro's body and stood there with an indifferent expression.

The strong wind blew his clothes and messed up his hair, like a demon descending from the earth. It made people shudder, and the soles of his feet felt cold.

And at this moment,

Kuroto Ichiro did not give up his struggle either.

He looked ferocious, made seals with his hands, and used a mysterious technique from the ancient Japanese country.

Endless ghost sword energy surged out of his body, causing the surrounding space to become slightly distorted.

"Ghost knife opens"

"Lin Feng, I want you to lose your soul."

Kuroto Ichiro roared angrily

The sword energy that permeated the surroundings instantly condensed into small knives exuding black luster, and shot towards Lin Feng's body.

"Opening the Ghost Sword, this is a powerful secret method inherited from the evil god Jige of Japan. It combines the power of ghosts and gods with the sword energy to turn into three thousand ghost swords."

The Catholic Pope couldn't help but exclaimed.

As soon as this statement came out,

Everyone in the venue was horrified.

Has the fighting reached this point?

This is the secret method of the gods

Since the great melee five hundred years ago, there has never been a magical secret in the world.

And faced with such a terrifying blow,

Lin Feng, however, remained motionless, letting the three thousand ghost knives hit him fiercely, releasing a dull, scalp-numbing sound.

Until the ghost sword is exhausted,

Lin Feng still stood where he was, intact.

He looked at Ichiro Kurotou, whose hands had become sluggish, and said indifferently:

"You are really rubbish. Call your dad over here. Maybe you can fight me."

"you"

Kuroto Ichiro's expression has changed from proud to horrified.

Who is Lin Feng?

Why is it so strong?

This was almost beyond his imagination

"Zhuge Mingjian, what are you still looking at? Come quickly and help me."

Ichiro Kurotou suddenly shouted for help.

He was really unwilling to lose like this.

He is the son of a god and has the blood of the evil god flowing in his body. How could he be defeated here?

So he asked Zhuge Mingjian for help hiding in the distance

In his view,

If Zhuge Mingjian joins forces with him, he may not be able to fight

"Get out of here, who is your brother? You are a thin dog from the Japanese country. Everyone can catch it and kill it."

Zhuge Mingjian sold Kuroto Ichiro without hesitation.

He did originally want to take action,

But after seeing Lin Feng carrying three thousand ghost swords, he immediately extinguished all his thoughts

Lin Feng is at least one level higher than them.

If he takes action,

Isn’t it typical of lighting a lantern in the toilet to seek death?

"Zhuge Mingjian, you"

"Why don't you try to get too close to me, but how can Daxia people get along with thin Japanese dogs like you?"

Zhuge Mingjian scolded him with a cold face.

Yuluo

As if to prove his words,

He slashed with his sword and killed a dozen seriously injured Japanese warriors on the spot.

Seeing this scene,

Kurotou Ichiro's eyes turned scarlet red, and he let out an angry roar from his mouth.

But Zhuge Mingjian ignored him at all, but looked at Lin Feng and smiled:

"Lin Feng, I have nothing to do with him. We are both of Daxia blood. Don't let this person sow discord."

"Yeah"

Lin Feng sneered and suddenly let go of Kuroto Ichiro in his hand.

Ichiro Kurotō knew that Lin Feng meant to let him go, and also knew that he could not escape today, so he launched an attack on the traitor Zhuge Mingjian without hesitation.

Zhuge Mingjian's pupils shrank, and while secretly cursing Lin Feng, he immediately used his supreme swordsmanship to fight back.

His strength is no worse than Ichiro Kurotou,

And now that Kuroto Ichiro is injured, he cannot be his opponent.

"Ghost Sword Slash"

"Ling Tian Yijian"

Ichiro Kurotō and Zhuge Mingjian fight desperately, each using their magical powers

"Bang"

"boom"

Finally, in a terrifying encounter between swords

Zhuge Ming's sword stabbed Kurotou Ichiro's heart with a move of unknown swordsmanship.

And he himself was cut with a large gash in his abdomen by Ichiro Kurotou's ghost sword, and he was bleeding profusely.

"Wow~"

Zhuge Mingjian endured the severe pain and pulled the knife out of Kurotou Ichiro's heart.

Ichiro Kurotou's eyes lost all luster, and his whole body fell heavily to the ground, without any breath.

"Finally, we got rid of this Japanese trash"

Zhuge Mingjian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Although Lin Feng had just tricked him, he did not dare to say anything. Instead, he tried to be friendly to please Lin Feng.

"Really? But aren't you also trash?"

Lin Feng joked.

Zhuge Mingjian's heart thumped when he heard this, but on the surface he smiled calmly:

"Little friend Lin, you are really good at joking."

"I'm not kidding, the garbage will be destroyed. Do you think I will spare you if you kill Heiteng?"

Lin Feng sneered and slapped him in the face.

"Lin Feng, are you crazy?"

Zhuge Mingjian's pupils shrank and he immediately waved his sword to defend.

But now he was at the end of his strength. He had almost no power to fight back, and was beaten into a ball of blood mist.

Seeing this scene,

The audience in the arena was as silent as a chill.

Originally, they felt very shameful when they saw Zhuge Mingjian betraying Kuroto Ichiro.

Unexpectedly, Lin Feng had already seen through everything and was just playing tricks on Zhuge Mingjian.

Playing with a virtual realm strongman in the palm of your hand

This is really too scary

"Brother Lin hasn't changed at all and is still so handsome."
To be continued...