Lu Ming's hideous laughter rang out in this space.
"Haha, kill me? Lin Feng, now, just by you, how can I kill me?"
"Just you, do you think you can beat the four of us?"
At this moment, Lin Feng's face turned ashen, and every word Lu Ming said was like a stone hitting Lin Feng's heart.
"Haha, Lu Ming, you are more despicable and shameless than before."
At this moment, Lin Feng smiled, a little gloomy and a little creepy.
"Bang~"
The next second, Lin Feng moved, stepped hard, and the dull voice seemed to ring in everyone's hearts.
Lin Feng is like a tiger.
He punched Lu Ming one after another.
"Sifang Tianyuan Fist~"
Lin Feng shouted softly, and the yellow-level advanced combat skills, the four-sided Tianyuan Fist, were used.
"Bang bang bang."
The two fought together.
There are endless sounds of bang bang.
Lin Feng's punches are domineering, direct and rapid.
Under Lin Feng's attack like a tide, Lu Ming's brows frowned slightly.
"Lin, Brother Lin Feng is really amazing. These Sifang Tianyuan Fist have made great progress. In just a few days, Brother Lin Feng was able to use Sifang Tianyuan Fist to such an extent."
"I heard that it took Duan Bo two months to master this boxing technique before."
Although Cheng Feng fell on the ground, Cheng Feng's eyes were still nervously watching the battle in the field.
"Brother, stop talking, what's the use of just mastering a four-sided Tianyuan Fist?"
"In the end, don't you still have to lose?"
"Will you still have to die?"
"Brother, we're done, we're done."
At this moment, Cheng Li hugged Cheng Feng in her arms, and tears ticked uncontrollably.
"Brother Lin Feng can also have seven-injury fists. If Brother Lin Feng mastered the second fist, it would be no problem to escape if he defeated them."
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"Brother, don't be stupid? Qishen Fist, in Tianyuan Sect, the difficulty of its cultivation is obvious to everyone."
"How many disciples can practice the second punch in their entire lives?"
"How long has Lin Feng been able to get this combat skill? Is there a month? No, there are twenty days?"
Cheng Li's face was full of despair, and Cheng Feng's gaze gradually dimmed.
"Oh, Lily, go, my brother is already a dying person, don't worry about me."
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"No, brother, even if I want to die, I will die with me."
Cheng Li held Cheng Feng's hand tightly, and drops of hot tears fell on Cheng Feng's cheek.
Under Lin Feng's attack like a storm, Lu Ming's brow frowned slightly.
"Haha, Lin Feng, I really underestimate you. I have mastered such a domineering combat skill. However, I will step on you and take your combat skill later."
"Let you taste my combat skills."
"The Great Sun Chasing Wind Palm."
Lu Ming smiled grimly, and a set of terrifying combat skills were immediately exerted.
As the fists and palms were connected, Lu Ming's Great Sun Chasing Wind Palm came out, it was obvious that Lin Feng's pressure increased sharply.
Lin Feng groaned, his fists numb and he stepped back step by step.
"Why are you three standing there?"
"So quickly and quickly."
"Don't you want to play with women anymore?"
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"Hahaha, Senior Brother Lu Ming is saying."
"Yes, such a watery girl, you can't let it wait for a long time."
When the other three other members of the Wanjian Sect heard this, their eyes were all staring at Cheng Li, who was crying with pear blossoms and rain.
His eyes were full of lust.
"Shameless~"
"Cough~"
"Ahem~"
Lying on the ground, Cheng Feng's face turned red with anger, and Cheng Li's cheeks also turned pale at this moment.
At the same time, a sharp dagger was held in Cheng Li's hand, and a sense of determination that was fearless and fearless in her eyes appeared in her eyes.
"Clang~"
"Clang clang~"
"Clang clang clang~"
The harsh buzzing sounds of the sword being unsheathed one after another.
The three people from Wanjian Sect held long swords and cooperated with Lu Ming to surround Lin Feng in the middle.
"Kill~"
Lu Ming roared, and the four of them had a ferocious face, and sword lights slashed towards Lin Feng one after another.
“Brush ~”
Lu Ming's sword was even more clever, stabbing Lin Feng's head.
In the thrilling scene, Cheng Feng's breathing was a little rapid, and his fists were clenched tightly unconsciously.
"Seven Injury Fist~"
In response, Lin Feng's eyes suddenly opened, and the light burst out from his eyes.
Lin Feng's eyes, which were like evil wolf, were tightly locked on one of the disciples of the Wanjian Sect who were swinging his sword at him.
"Seven Injury Fist, the First Fist."
With a loud shout, the fantasy Yuanjing in Lin Feng's body was buzzing, and the fiery red violent spiritual power surged out quickly, rushing wildly inside Lin Feng's body.
The fiery red spiritual power wrapped Lin Feng's body. At this moment, Lin Feng seemed to be a war god from the abyss of hell.
There was a strange feeling.
The next second, Lin Feng's body moved.
With all his spiritual power, Lin Feng avoided Lu Ming's fatal sword that was attacking his head.
Immediately afterwards, Lin Feng's body rushed towards the disciple of the Wanjian Sect who was staring at him.
The first box of the Seven Injury Fist is unparalleled, and it is unstoppable and bombards its head with a force that is like a broken bamboo.
"Bang~"
The head shattered and blood splattered everywhere.
The blood dyed Lin Feng's clothes red, recalling the scenes of the past, recalling the humiliation and mockery he suffered in the Wanjian Sect in the past.
Under the stimulation of blood, Lin Feng's facial expression became even more ferocious.
Lin Feng's thought moved and instantly absorbed his spirit body.
“Brush ~”
At this moment, Lu Ming's sword attacking Lin Feng's head failed, and Lu Ming's sword move turned around.
The long sword cleverly leveraged the force and stabbed Lin Feng's heart at a more tricky angle.
"Puff~"
Lin Feng hurriedly avoided, accompanied by the sound of a long sword piercing into the flesh and blood.
I saw that Lu Ming's long sword pierced Lin Feng's shoulder directly.
The blood-stained sword tip pierced from Lin Feng's back.
Drops of scarlet blood tick down.
"Lu Ming, today, you all will die~"
Lin Feng had blood in his mouth and smiled hideously.
Lin Feng rushed towards Lu Ming regardless of the long sword inserted on his shoulder.
"Seven Injury Fist."
Lin Feng shouted loudly, and the sword that pierced into Lin Feng's shoulders penetrated into Lin Feng's body at an extremely fast speed.
Then he stabbed out on Lin Feng's back.
Until the sword penetrated into Lin Feng's body, the hilt of the sword hit Lin Feng's shoulder...
Another domineering punch hit Lu Ming's head in the same way.
Seeing his fellow disciples being shot by the punch, Lu Ming frowned, immediately let go of his palm holding the sword, and quickly pulled back.
"Die~"
Seeing Lu Ming retreat, Lin Feng's blood-red eyes instantly fell on the other two disciples in the third level of the open meridian.
It was also the Seven Injury Fist, Lin Feng punched one of them in the head again.