Lin Fei used the artistic conception of wind extremely well, and coupled with his domineering sword skills, he killed Wu Shixiong's two men and successfully completed his planned plan.
The strength of the middle stage of the Mystic is not as good as that of the early stage of the Mystic, and the ability to master it is greatly improved.
Lin Fei did not dare to deal with Wu Shixiong immediately. Once he was entangled, it would not be a good thing. Instead, he killed his men first to shake his heart and reduce his momentum, which also avoided the trouble of reporting.
as expected.
Wu Shixiong was extremely powerful. When he saw one of his men being killed, he immediately thought it was Mu Changkong, disrupted his momentum, and fell into panic.
As a result, Lin Fei naturally took advantage of it and killed another one. Using his stealth power, he did something mysterious and frightened Wu Shixiong again.
After watching his actions and seeing Wu Shixiong collapse, he struck out with a knife, fast and hard, not giving Wu Shixiong a chance to resist.
Unfortunately, with the intermediate combat skills, Wu Shixiong was not dead, but just injured. Without the original budget, this guy was more difficult to deal with than expected.
While you are sick, I will kill you.
Lin Fei held the dragon-slaying knife in his hand, and using his stealth power, he instantly closed the distance and chopped it down with one strike, killing Wu Shixiong.
"That's right, I killed them all. Now you can go down too."
After all, Wu Shixiong was in the middle stage of the Xuanzha. Even though he was beaten suddenly, he still had a certain fighting ability. He was shocked in his heart, "This guy can't stay, he's hiding too deep."
"Clang!"
Two knives suddenly shot out from his sleeves, turning into two rays of white light, heading towards Lin Fei's front door. He took the opportunity to avoid the attack, and a huge crack was opened in the same place, which was dark and transparent.
There was a chill.
After taking action, Lin Fei was always on guard.
If the opponent is injured, Wu Shixiong will never be given a chance to recover. Under the understanding of the artistic conception of the wind, his moves are fatal and will not give the opponent a chance to breathe.
In the past, Lin Fei would never have been his opponent. In the eyes of the opponent, his actions were full of flaws and could easily be broken through.
But now, having mastered the artistic conception of wind, the power is greater than before, and the mastery of body shape and speed has entered a new level. Although Wu Shixiong is a mid-level mystic, it is very difficult to deal with Lin Fei who understands the artistic conception. Moreover, the opponent
The swordsmanship is fierce and fast, and he is under constant siege.
After a while, Wu Shixiong's body was covered with wounds, blood was dripping down, and his face turned white.
"Old dog, let me see how much blood you can shed!"
Lin Fei snorted coldly, and with a flash of sword light, he attacked Wu Shixiong again. The sword technique was originally unable to match the speed, but now after some operation, it actually felt like fusion.
This is also Wu Shixiong's bad luck.
If he met other artistic conception geniuses, he would never be in this situation. Lin Fei mastered the artistic conception of wind, which is an artistic conception that is unmatched by outsiders in terms of speed.
How fast the wind is, even a warrior would find it difficult to reach this level.
Understanding the artistic conception of wind means that a person is the wind, and a person of the wind can display three swords in one breath when it comes to attack speed. A genius who understands the artistic conception can display ten swords in one breath.
The gap, this is the gap.
It’s no wonder that Wu Shixiong was in such a state of embarrassment that he managed to dodge the sword but could not block the next one, and the opponent’s sword technique was so sharp and vicious that it could kill people.
"Damn brat, how did he practice and comprehend the artistic conception of wind? That's fine. But a sword technique can kill people. Especially that sword, even the Gang Qi bodyguard can't stop it. Now he has 100% combat effectiveness.
If it reaches 40%, if you don’t heal your injuries, you will be consumed to death!”
Wu Shixiong was panicked and tried to leave the fighting circle, but faced with the indomitable Lin Fei, he couldn't find a chance. Moreover, he had to be on guard at all times, so this kid used strange tricks.
"You brat, you killed people from my Tianxia Gang, and you just ambushed me. When I get back, I will definitely make you look good!"
After Wu Shixiong dodged another blow, his face was full of anger, but there was a trace of pride in his eyes.
"Clone combat skills, second-turn clone!"
Wu Shixiong spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his face suddenly turned pale, like the face of a dead man. On the left and right, two figures appeared strangely, exactly like Wu Shixiong.
"Next time, your Lin family will be destroyed!"
The three figures split into three and ran in three directions.
"not good!"
Lin Fei's face darkened. He finally caught the opportunity and divided his attacks. This led to the current situation. Unexpectedly, Wu Shixiong used an auxiliary combat skill.
If Wu Shixiong escapes, he will definitely be in trouble, and he must not be allowed to escape.
Lin Fei immediately had concerns in his mind.
But in three directions, Lin Fei had a headache again. He understood the artistic conception of the wind, and his speed was greatly improved. But if he went back and forth again, maybe the old dog would succeed and escape from the woods, then he would lose nothing.
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In the woods.
If Wu Shixiong's pale face suddenly appeared, many people would be frightened to death, because his face was too pale, without a trace of blood.
A seventh-level monster jumped out from the darkness, attacked Wu Shixiong with a bloody attack, and bit Wu Shixiong's neck, as if it was going to kill him with one move. Unexpectedly, the pale man pointed out a finger, and the monster's head suddenly
There was an extra bloody hole and it fell down with a "bang", breaking many trees.
Cough cough cough.
Wu Shixiong vomited blood again and leaned against a tree, gasping for air. He turned around and looked behind him. He didn't see the brat chasing after him, so he couldn't help but put down a stone.
"Little bastard, no matter how good you are, you will still suffer from me. I guess your expression will look very good when you kill a clone at this time."
In order to escape from the opponent's hands, Wu Shixiong had no choice but to use auxiliary combat skills, using his energy and blood to transform into two clones, one on the left and one on the right, plus the original body, a total of three.
This auxiliary combat skill consumes a lot of energy and blood. Every time it is used, it consumes energy and blood. It takes three months to recover, and no force is allowed within these three months.
Wu Shixiong hated himself for accidentally falling into the scheme. Otherwise, there would have been a sneak attack there. At this time, he became a lost dog and had to use his combat skills to clone himself, so he left proudly.
"You brat, you have shown such a strong natural ability, and you are an enemy of the Tianxia Gang. The Tianxia Gang is destined to kill you. The better you perform, the faster you will die!"
After complaining in his heart, Wu Shixiong did not dare to stop and ran forward again.
Wu Shixiong didn't dare to underestimate Lin Fei who understood the artistic conception of wind. Since he was injured, he might be able to catch up. He would take advantage of the clone to attract attention and distance himself first.
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"Old dog, you have run so far, you can take a rest!"
Wu Shixiong, who was running, concentrated his energy and looked very tired. He subconsciously replied, "Yes, you really need to take a rest. That little bastard is probably still busy chasing down the clones at this time!"
However, as soon as he finished speaking, Wu Shixiong stopped suddenly, with a look of fear in his eyes, and looked at Lin Fei who was standing not far away, "You...how did you catch up?"
The person blocking the front was Lin Fei.
Wu Shixiong was heartbroken and muttered to himself, "My combat clone is unique. How could you see through it? What's going on!"
The clone of his own combat skills has a strong ability to deceive, because the clone is mixed with his own aura and looks exactly like the real one. It is a combat skill that was awarded by the Tianxia Gang back then.
Since practicing, even though I have only cultivated two clones, I have escaped a lot of attacks and have survived until now.
But now... The combat clone that I was so proud of was destroyed by a young boy. Judging from the appearance of the other boy, it seemed that he had been following him. He knew nothing about it, but he was complacent.
Silent slaps kept falling on his face.
"Haha, your combat skills are just about deceiving people. In my eyes, they are useless. Do you really think those two clones can deceive me?"
After saying this, Lin Fei was still very surprised. If he hadn't been systematic, he might have been fooled this time.
Those clones all have aura, and even have a certain degree of strength, and they are very good at deceiving people. Unfortunately, in front of the system, they are like a woman who takes off her clothes and has nowhere to hide.
The clone has aura and strength, but unfortunately, one thing is missing: sin value.
That's right, it's the guilt value.
In this area, just one person like Wu Shixiong carries so many sin points, like a moving monster. If Lin Fei is so stupid that he doesn't know this, he will really hit the wall.
Wu Shixiong was beaten to death without knowing that what exposed him was nothing but something called guilt value.
It is estimated that Wu Shixiong did not know that killing someone would have a sin value.
After hearing this, Wu Shixiong felt even more frightened. Even the clones of the combat skills he was proud of were unable to work. Doesn't that mean that he was going to die?
thump.
Wu Shixiong fell to his knees, knelt on the ground, kowtowed and begged for mercy.
"Uncle Lin, don't kill me, don't kill me. I'm just an errand boy. It's all what the Li family asked me to do."
Lin Fei fell down and stood a few feet away.
Wu Shixiong lowered his head, with a flash of light in his eyes.
"Uncle Lin, as long as you let me go, I will pretend that I don't know anything and I will ensure that no one will bother you. I can also help you catch the remnants of the Li family!"
Lin Fei frowned, seeming to be thinking.
Wu Shixiong, who was kneeling, suddenly raised his head and showed a ferocious smile, "Boy, go to hell!"
Boo hoo hoo.
Three white lights formed the shape of a glyph and came all the way to put Lin Fei to death.
However, these three white lights failed in one strike, and the figure was just an afterimage. At that moment, Wu Shixiong had a ferocious smile.
"If I had known that people like you were not so kind, I would have predicted that you would take action."
A flash of sword light flashed in Wu Shixiong's eyes, and immediately he saw his headless body falling down with a crash.
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