“Born!”

"You don't play the sword like this!"

Lin Feng shook his head and snapped his fingers at the swords around him.

The sword shadows dissipated in an instant, and the long swords fell to the ground one after another, making crackling sounds.

Seeing this scene.

Many disciples of the Qingcheng Sword Sect were panicked and hurriedly pinched their swords, trying to call their own swords, but the swords were all lying on the ground and there was no reaction at all.

"Bang!!!"

A dull sound.

This time, three strong men died directly, and one of them was also a strong man in the martial soul realm!

The blood mist sprinkled like rain, falling to the ground, and blood flowed into a river...

"Two thousand eight hundred. Twenty-five minutes."

Lin Feng continued to speak, he looked at the Qingcheng Sword Sect and said lightly:

"Do you want to die here today?"

"you…"

Wu Kuang felt a little nervous and couldn't even speak for a moment!

How can I fight this?

With him as the leader, the Qingcheng Sword Formation was easily cracked by Lin Feng...

He remembered the words of the woman in black last night. Could it be that only the sect leader can deal with Lin Feng?

Chen Beixuan looked yearning.

Is this the strength of a cultivator?

And just then,

"Dada~"

A slight sound of footsteps came from outside the door.

Immediately afterwards,

An old man with a crutch, an old face but a pair of eyes but extremely sharp-eyed walked in.

The old man glanced at the audience with indifferent eyes and asked:

"Who is Lam Feng?"

"I am, who are you?"

Lin Feng asked with interest.

"Lin Feng killed more than a dozen mouthfuls from Baiyun Chamber of Commerce. The gun king Chen Zi'ang was ordered to kill Lin Feng!"

As he finished speaking, the old man suddenly raised his hunched back, and a terrifying gun shot out from the crutches in his hand, making the tables and chairs around him squeak.

The next moment.

“Wow~”

The ordinary-looking crutch turned into a brilliant silver spear!

The old man was straight, holding a silver spear, his hair was like silver snow, and he danced without wind, like a great war god descending to earth!

"Singing~"

The spear in his hand actually made a sound of dragon roar, as if he was holding not a gun, but a silver dragon!

And seeing this scene.

Everyone in the venue took a breath of air conditioning, showing a look of horror on their faces.

"It turned out to be ranked 831st in the summer list, Gun King Chen Zi'ang! Hasn't he been invisible for a long time? How could he avenge the Baiyun Chamber of Commerce?"

"This person had already entered the 831st summer list thirty years ago, and his strength is probably even more unfathomable now!"

"Oh no! Why did this Chen Zi'ang come at this time?"

Yao Chen, Yao Yan, Huangmei Taoist, Zhao Wuji and others all spoke out.

Chen Beixuan remained silent, but he secretly held the Long Yun Sword in his hand, intending that as long as Lin Feng was defeated, he would immediately use his Ten Thousand Sword Technique!

Compared with Chen Beixuan and others, Wu Kuang, Zhang Miao and others were trembling all over with excitement!

Unexpectedly, at this critical moment,

Such a powerful reinforcements came!

This is simply God helping me!

"Lin Feng, for your sake, you are a character, kneel down and confess. I can leave you with a complete body!"

Chen Ziang pointed his gun at Lin Feng and said coldly.

"Did you bring the spirit stone?"

Lin Feng asked.

"Spirit Stone?"

Chen Zi'ang was stunned for a moment, then sneered:

"Spirit Stone, I never want that thing!"

"Then you can die!"

Lin Feng did not hesitate when he heard this, and slapped him out of the air. The slap became countless times larger in the air, as if he was about to cover the sky and the sun!

"A little trick of carving insects, see my guns appear like dragons!"

Chen Zi'ang sneered, and directly speared a little, and the gun gas turned into a silver dragon and rushed towards Lin Feng's big hand.

"Boom boom boom!"

In full view of everyone,

Lin Feng's big hand and the silver dragon instantly met each other, making waves of roar.

The next moment.

"Bang!"

The big hand easily shattered the silver dragon, pushed the invincible, and slapped Chen Zi'ang into a bloody mist.

...

Quiet!

Extremely quiet...

When everyone in the field saw this scene, they fell into a state of stagnation.

A slap!

He still slapped the gun king Chen Zi'ang to death. No one seemed to be able to block Lin Feng's second move...

"Ten minutes left!"

At this time, Lin Feng's faint voice broke the calm in the field.

"So quickly, you're just twenty-five minutes left!"

A disciple of the Qingcheng Sword Sect said loudly.

"Bang!"

Lin Feng slapped this person into blood mist, and then said lightly:

"I said that it is as much as you want. Those who talk back to me will die!"

"you…."

The Supreme Elder Wu Kuang looked pale, and he felt his whole heart was cold, as if he was poured from the beginning to his feet in the middle of winter by a basin of ice water!

Who is this Lin Feng?

How could there be such a strong young man in the martial arts world today?

Even some sect leaders of the Hidden Sect are not their opponents, right?

"Ta...Supreme Elder, I...we...will we...should we give him spirit stone?"

Another martial soul powerhouse from Qingcheng Sword Sect said in a trembling voice.

He never expected that one day he would tremble with his lips.

When everyone in the field saw his horror, no one would laugh at him, because if they were the ones at this moment, they would probably be much better than this martial soul powerhouse.

"Lin Feng, two thousand three hundred spirit stones, right? I can give it to you."
To be continued...