"I'm asking you something, are you yelling?" The young man's face became colder and his tone became much harder. The strong mercenary man standing on the table still had a pale face. After his lips trembled slightly, he suddenly tightened his grip on the knife handle.
, shouted loudly: "So what if it's me?"
"Okay, okay, manly enough, manly enough~!" The young man let go of the beautiful woman next to him, clapped his hands loudly, but his red eyes slowly narrowed. There was silence in the hall, everyone knew that this
The owner standing on the second floor was already annoyed. "Break his legs and throw him outside the door. If anyone dares to take him in, don't blame me for being rude~!" the young man said coldly, seeing the crowd below.
Four or five young men in black fighter uniforms stood up after being hit by "噌" "噌", and rushed forward without saying a word.
The mercenary on the table had already had the idea of fighting for his life, because he knew that if he was targeted by this young master, it would be useless for him to beg for mercy. There was a sound of wind, and the long knife passed through a cold light and moved to the right.
The fighter in black walked over and slashed at him. He drew his sword quickly and without hesitation. He was worthy of being a battle-hardened mercenary. The man in black did not dodge, but when the sword was about to get close, the golden light struck him.
In a flash, a large golden shield engraved with the pattern of a beast appeared in front of him out of thin air. The shield was nearly two meters long and about one and a half meters wide. It was equivalent to a wall. With a "dang" sound, the long sword slashed
On top of the shield, sparks flew everywhere, but the black-clothed fighter held the huge golden shield in one hand, and just pushed it forward, and the long knife in the big man's hand was pushed back.
"Fighter;" There was a sudden gasp in the hall. Those who can sense the power of fighting and practice it are all the darlings of Shenqi Continent. At the same time, they are also existences with extraordinary power. Even the lowest level fighter.
In the hearts of ordinary people, they are aloof beings. Now that the fighting spirit of the black-clothed fighter has emerged, the mercenary with the sword has no chance of winning.
Reluctantly mobilizing the fighting power that he had not yet condensed into his fighting spirit, the strong man shouted, and the long knife in his hand suddenly burst into flames, "Flame Knife~!" The long knife fell in the air, like a belt.
Like a burst of fire, it directly enveloped most of the hall, "Fighting skills!" Someone shouted in a voice, and a trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of the black-clothed fighter holding a large shield, but it disappeared in a moment.
He didn't see it, but only heard the "whooshing" sound of fire spreading out and spreading to innocent people.
"Miss Situ, don't you stop it?" Ling Feng looked at the hall full of people running for their lives and couldn't help but frowned and asked. "I have no reason to stop them until they don't damage our things." Situ Qingyang frowned.
, obviously she is not happy to see the scene in front of her, but the Raya Empire advocates force, and street fights can be seen everywhere. As long as no one is killed, even the official does not bother to care. Now it is obvious that the young man standing on the second floor is not powerful.
As the saying goes, this strong man only deserves to be beaten.
"Mr. Ling, where are you going?" Seeing Ling Feng stand up, Situ Qingyang asked hurriedly. Ling Feng smiled slightly, turned to look at Situ Qingyang and said, "I'm going to pee." "Uh;" Situ Qingyang said.
Qingyang's expression became extremely exciting, but she had nothing to say. She could only watch Ling Feng walk out. The little fox hurriedly wiped his hands and followed him.
The strong man's fighting skills were really good with this move. As the flames danced on the blade, the four fighters who had sacrificed their fighting souls could not come closer. The young man standing on the second floor twitched his mouth slightly and said coldly.
Said: "If you can't take him down within three times, I will tell my father to remove you from your position~!" Such a threat made the four fighters' faces change slightly, and they made fierce voices, with the fighter holding the golden shield as the leader.
Pioneer, four people rushed over in a swarm. A trace of determination flashed in the eyes of the strong man. Holding the knife in both hands, he shouted: "Flame Knife~!", and the shrinking flames on the long knife suddenly expanded.
Suddenly, a blade more than a foot long emerged from the "stab". The long knife was like a violently burning thick wood, and it struck the four fighters head-on.
"Earth wall protection~!" The fighter holding the golden shield felt the change in the strong man's momentum, and his face changed greatly. He inserted the golden shield into the ground without hesitation, and saw streaks of yellow visible to the naked eye.
The air flow overflowed from his hand and quickly poured into the golden shield. The golden shield also grew larger and wider in an instant. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a thick earth wall.
With a "bang" sound, the long knife wrapped in flames hit the earth wall fiercely. The earth wall was smashed with dust flying everywhere, and a lot of stones were splashed out. But after this knife,
The strong man holding the knife knelt on the ground directly, unable to carry out the next attack.
"Shield attack~!" The fighter holding the golden shield felt a sense of embarrassment from the bottom of his heart, thinking that he, a dignified fourth-level earth fighter, was forced into such a situation by a boy who had not even condensed his fighting spirit.
, a cold light flashed in his eyes, the earthen wall disappeared, and the big shield appeared again, the tip of the shield flashed with a cold light, and it pierced the strong man's chest.
There was a crisp sound of "dang", and just as the big shield was about to pierce the strong man's body, suddenly a black shadow flashed past, and then a blue light struck down from the sky like lightning, and the light hit the golden shield's body.
The strong force hit the head instantly and the big shield fell to the ground. The fighter holding the shield had no time to react. The first half of the big shield was stuck in the soil. He tried hard to pull it, but the shield did not come out.
A light flashed before his eyes, and a strange long sword was placed across his neck.
"Don't move. If my hands shake, your life will be in danger." Ling Feng stood upright with his sword horizontally, his cold face didn't look like he was joking at all. He blocked the four fighters and the strong man.
In the meantime, he rescued the exhausted strong man. The young man standing on the second floor looked at Ling Feng and realized that he didn't know the man in front of him. He immediately said angrily: "How dare you interfere with this young master's affairs?"
, you are tired of living, kill him for me;!"
Suddenly someone stopped his interest. How could the arrogant young man endure this anger? With a sharp shout, the other three fighters standing behind the shield-wielding fighter hesitated for a moment, and then all
He stepped forward, shouting at the same time, and attacked Ling Feng with a spear, a giant sword, and a hook and chain. The types of fighting spirits are indeed diverse, but these four are all main combatants.
The combat power was very strong. A cold light flashed in Lingfeng's eyes, and a golden light flashed on his chest. A three-meter-high golden cauldron flew out. The cauldron leaped into the air and then slammed down. The three fighters
The warriors were forced back by the momentum brought by the giant cauldron. With a slight turn of their wrists, the seven-star sword in Lingfeng's hand quickly stabbed the hands of the shield-wielding warrior several times. The warrior's face was painful.
, let go of the huge shield with a groan, and then fell directly to the side.
Jiulong Cauldron forced the three fighters back and gave Ling Feng a chance to kill an enemy. The Seven-Star Sword in his hand thrust out again. All he could see in the air was the shadow of the sword. The fighter holding the giant sword made a loud noise.
Drink, he held the giant sword in both hands and slashed it down. With a loud "Teng" sound, a crack several meters long was cut out in the venue hall where few people had fled. However, Ling Feng moved his steps again, dangerously
He narrowly avoided the sword and stabbed directly at the spear fighter behind him.
There was a "plop" sound, and before the gun-wielding fighter could realize what was going on, the slender three-foot seven-star sword had already passed through his shoulder, followed by two "plop" sounds, and two blood arrows spattered from his wrist.
When it came out, the light silver spear fell to the ground. Ling Feng kicked one foot, and the fallen spear went through with a "swish". Only a whine was heard, and the man standing behind was about to throw it away.
The other fighter who had taken out the hook chain was pierced through the right leg by the spear and was hit hard. Blood spattered everywhere in an instant. The thin hook chain then fell down and was held by the fighter who was hit in the right leg.
His legs fell up, and the spear lay across the middle. The pain made him break out in a cold sweat.
Although Ling Feng turned the spear upside down and kicked it out, because there were spear points at the front and back, the hook and chain fighter who was unlucky enough to be hit was the most seriously injured. In the blink of an eye, Ling Feng destroyed the combat effectiveness of the three fighters.
The only sword-wielding fighter who could still move saw the black cauldron floating behind Ling Feng, and a cold feeling suddenly rose from his heart.
Among the four fighters, the one holding the shield is a fourth-stage Earth Fighter, and the one holding the gun is a third-stage Earth Fighter. The hook chain has the highest strength and is a sixth-stage Earth Fighter, but all of them are without exception in the blink of an eye.
They were defeated by Ling Feng, and this was when Ling Feng didn't kill them. If he wanted to kill them, it wouldn't be so complicated.
The fighter holding the big sword was a fourth-level earth fighter. The vigorous yellow fighting power shrouded the giant sword, but he did not dare to take a step forward. The young man standing on the second floor was already looking stupid.
What happened next was like a magic trick. In the blink of an eye, three of his four most capable bodyguards fell. What was going on?
"What a fast sword!" The hesitant sword fighter sighed and said this, Ling Feng had already jumped forward, and in an instant "Qiu Qiuqiu" stabbed more than a dozen swords in a row, and the sword fighter whined.
With a sound, he immediately knelt on the ground. Without even seeing how Ling Feng drew his sword, the fourth-level earth fighter fell to the ground.
There were only a few people left in the entire venue. Except for Ling Feng and the little fox hiding at the door of the venue, the expressions of the others were as if they were carved from the same mold. They were either shocked or shocked, especially the one standing on the second floor.
The young man's expression was not only shocked but also fearful. His hands were shaking involuntarily, and his red and swollen eyes couldn't help but look around. He wanted to find a safe backrest, but after searching for it, he pulled the two people beside him who were already frightened.
A woman whose beauty is eclipsed by her beauty.
"Master Ling, wait a minute!" Ling Feng was about to jump up to the second floor to teach this domineering young man a lesson, but Situ Qingyang, who came later, hurriedly shouted to him. The young man who was already sitting on the ground was so frightened that he
As soon as the man heard Situ Qingyang's voice, he immediately climbed up in panic, leaned on the railing and shouted loudly: "Miss Situ, help!"
Ling Feng glanced at the young man with disdain. A second-generation ancestor who could only instruct his subordinates but had no skills himself was the second-generation ancestor he looked down upon the most. He snorted coldly, and Ling Feng touched his waist, and all he saw was a streak of black.
The half-moon-shaped light flashed out, and the young man leaning on the railing felt a cold feeling in his right ear. Before he could realize what happened, the two women were frightened by the blood and screamed, "Young Master;"
"Your ears." The trembling young book boy on the side pointed at the young man's head in fear. There was no ear on the right side of the head, and there was only a pool of blood.