Chapter eight hundred and seventy third she is very good
To Li Zhuo's surprise, in such a desperate situation, he did not die at the hands of the other party.
A gray figure suddenly fell from the sky, landed exactly between the two of them, and punched Dongying.
"boom!"
With a loud noise, the fists and palms of the two people met. Dongying, who seemed to be brave and invincible, was actually knocked away by the man in gray's punch and had to retreat three feet before stopping.
"There are actually such masters?"
Dongying felt severe pain in her arm and numbness in the whole body. She couldn't help but feel a tremor in her heart. She looked at the man in gray who came in front of her with vigilant eyes and exclaimed, "Didn't you say that all those who can fight have gone to the front line?
"
This is a young face with regular features but a dull expression. Judging from the appearance, he should be under thirty years old.
However, such a young man suppressed himself in a direct confrontation, which was undoubtedly a big psychological blow to the arrogant Dongying.
It's him!
The moment he saw the man in gray, Li Zhuo's psychological reaction was actually two points more intense than Dongying's.
With just one glance, he recognized the man in gray who suddenly appeared. He was the poor boy Feng who had somehow defrauded his daughter Li Xuefei's heart.
In order to stop his obsessed daughter from forcibly breaking up the mismatched couple, Li Zhuo even went so far as to leak information and used Wanjinlou, the most prestigious assassin organization in the entire Daqian.
Since this kid doesn't know what's good and what's good, and the toad insists on coveting swan meat, then don't blame me for being ruthless!
Xue Fei may be sad for a while, but as long as a few years pass, she will forget all about this damn liar.
Li Zhuo, who thought he was wise, felt very proud for a while.
However, after providing Feng's whereabouts, not only did he never get any news from Wanjinlou, but his precious daughter Li Xuefei also disappeared.
Did Xue Fei go to find him?
If they were together when the assassin attacked, would Xue Fei be implicated?
Was Wanjinlou successful?
Whether it is success or failure, there should be news!
Could it be that Wanjinlou’s huge reputation is actually a group of incompetent liars?
Did I do something wrong?
Unable to wait for a response from the Assassin organization or news about his daughter, Li Zhuo was filled with fear and could not sleep at night. He was worried all day long, fearing that one day his daughter's cold body would appear in front of him.
Seeing Feng not only appearing in front of him in full force, but also taking action to block a slap for him, Li Zhuo felt a mixture of emotions in his heart, and his emotions were indescribably complicated.
"Where's Xue Fei?"
After a brief absence of concentration, he suddenly remembered something and asked loudly to Feng's back, "Is Xue Fei okay? Where is she now?"
"she's fine."
Feng didn't look back, just replied lightly, and then he flashed and appeared in front of Dongying in an instant. He punched up again and fought fiercely with the master of the Stranger Valley.
"Good boy, you really think I'm afraid of you!"
Seeing that this young man was so ignorant that he actually took the initiative to attack him, Dongying laughed angrily, his spiritual energy running wildly, and four arms suddenly appeared out of thin air on his shoulders.
Including his original arms, he actually has six arms at the same time!
Feng, who had never seen such a strange scene before, had a strange look in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure, his face still expressionless, and he pulled out the sword from his waist with a "swish" sound.
"puff!"
Dongying only felt a flash of silver light in front of his eyes, and before he could see the opponent's movements clearly, a sharp pain came from his shoulder.
He quickly took two steps back and looked down, only to see that one of the three arms on his right side had been removed by the other party without anyone noticing, and blood surged into the sky like a fountain.
How can it be?
He was shocked and couldn't figure out how a young man who looked like he was only in his twenties could possess such great strength.
However, before he could think clearly, Feng's figure came up to him again like a ghost, the sword in his hand flashed with cold light, and he spoke like a dragon, heading straight for his eyebrows.
"Six ghosts knock on the door!"
Dongying was filled with shock and anger, and he shouted loudly. His five arms, fists, palms, fingers, and claws, used different moves to hit Feng hard.
However, as soon as he made this move, he realized that he had made a mistake.
It turns out that the so-called "six ghosts knock on the door" is his own famous trick. As the name suggests, he uses his special physique of six arms to launch attacks from six directions at the same time. It can be said that it is seamless and makes people unable to hide.
There is no way to avoid it.
However, he had forgotten that one of his arms had been cut off just now. Now the "Six Ghosts Slam the Door" was performed with five arms, turning it into a veritable "Six Missing One". Not only was the power greatly reduced, but the moves were even more complicated.
It exposed a big flaw.
"puff!"
Sure enough, facing Dongying's surging offensive, Feng just turned slightly sideways, taking advantage of the gap between his moves to easily dodge it. At the same time, he raised his sword and lowered it, removing one of his arms again.
"ah!!!"
Having lost two arms one after another, Dongying felt angry and frightened at the same time. The remaining four arms were waving around like crazy, without much logic, and she let out a hysterical roar, "How dare you do this!"
Damn it! Damn it!”
As a result, his moves were immediately full of flaws. Feng was an assassin and was best at seizing opportunities. When he saw this situation, his eyes flashed and he disappeared in an instant.
When he appeared again, he was already behind Dongying.
This expert from the Stranger Valley was left with only a headless body, and his head flew high into the sky at some point, drawing a beautiful parabola, and then fell to the ground with a "bang".
It rolled a long way.
Feng sheathed his long sword gracefully, then turned around gracefully, strode straight towards the Jinluan Palace, and let the headless Dongying behind him slowly fall to the ground, never looking back again.
"stop!"
Seeing that he was about to leave, Li Zhuo finally recovered from the shock, suppressed the fear in his heart, and asked loudly, "Where is Xuefei?"
Feng's steps stagnated, and he turned around slowly. He didn't speak, but looked at him with a strange look.
When Li Zhuo saw him turning around, he couldn't help but take two steps back.
How could his strength improve so quickly?
Seeing Feng kill a spiritual leader with three moves and two moves with his own eyes, no matter how courageous Prince Li was, he still instinctively felt waves of trembling and heart palpitations.
He couldn't understand for any reason how a poor boy who was still in the Tianlun realm not long ago could advance to the rank of Spirit Master in such a short period of time, and even possess the terrifying power to kill other Spirit Masters.
In this world where strength is respected, the identity of the spiritual master is obviously more popular than the prince.
When he thought that this loser who had deceived his daughter's heart had become so successful and had a position that was slightly higher than his own, Li Zhuo felt as if he had eaten a fly and almost felt sick.
What's more, not long ago, the old prince hired someone to assassinate Feng. If the other party had a grudge and turned against him, and really wanted to kill him, it would undoubtedly be easier than trampling an ant to death.
In the end, Feng didn't show any intention of holding a grudge. He just glanced at him lightly, then turned around again and walked towards the back of the hall.
In this glance, there was no anger, no resentment, only calmness, indifference, and even a trace of... compassion.
From Feng's eyes, Li Zhuo couldn't even see his own existence.
What kind of look is this?
You are just an assassin and a fisherman!
What right does a mere pariah have to look down on me?
Being swept by his gaze, Li Zhuo felt a pain in his heart, as if he had been greatly stimulated.
You hate the other person and regard the other person as an enemy, but unexpectedly you don't exist in the other person's eyes. This feeling undoubtedly deeply hurts Li Zhuo's self-esteem.
"Stop! Stop!"
For some unknown reason, he suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs, "Do you know that it was precisely because of this king's tip that you were hunted down by the Wanjin Tower assassins?"
"I know." Feng replied calmly.
"You liar, why didn't you die?" Li Zhuo became even more furious, "The Wanjin Tower really has a false reputation. There are so many assassins, and you can't even deal with a heavenly wheel!"
"That day, I almost died at the hands of Wanjinlou." Feng said still unhurriedly.
"Really?" A crazy smile appeared on Li Zhuo's face, "Then do you hate me to death? Do you want to stab me to death with a sword?"
"I don't hate you." There was a hint of weirdness in Feng's calm tone, and he looked at the old prince as if he were looking at a mentally retarded person.
"Why?"
Such a look deeply hurt Li Zhuo once again, causing him to fly into a rage and rage, "Why don't you hate me? I almost killed you, why don't you hate me yet?"
Even he himself didn't understand where this anger came from.
"Because..." Feng paused, and then replied word for word, "You are Xue Fei's father."
As soon as he finished speaking, he flashed and disappeared in an instant, leaving only the old prince standing alone at the door of the hall, his figure indescribably sparse.
Is everything I did right or wrong?
Li Zhuo stayed for a long time, then suddenly squatted down, grabbed his hair with both hands, buried his old face deeply between his knees, and did not move for a long time.