The white tiger quickly raised his arm and hit him backwards.
Feng Lin easily jumped onto his shoulders and jumped away.
His figure came to Meng Changsheng and asked with a smile: "Second Master, what should we do?"
"Earth-type people in the Dacheng realm will basically know this trick, which can increase a lot of defense."
Meng Changsheng leaned on his crutches and said with a smile, "Your fighting skills are useless."
"What should we do?"
Feng Lin turned the scalpel.
"You know better than I do."
Meng Changsheng leaned on his crutches and took out his tobacco bag.
Boom! Boom!
The white tiger no longer paid attention to Sikong Jin, but rushed towards Feng Lin.
"Damn it, I hate fighting this kind of human shield. It can only compete with strength and has no technical content at all."
Feng Lin inserted the scalpel into the front end of the belt.
He waved his hand gently, and the cloak formed by black smoke fluttered behind Feng Lin.
The cloak wrapped around Feng Lin, covering his body with a layer of black armor.
Black flames burned out from the back of his head, and with the black smoke coming out of his head, he looked more like a demon from hell than before.
Swish!
Feng Lin nailed two thumbtacks to his body.
One of them stimulates the meridians and causes Qi to soar.
The second one is under the left eye, which is the first of the seven fatal needles.
call!
The black flame behind Feng Lin's head gradually changed color.
Eventually it becomes red with blue, blue with red.
The white tiger that rushed toward Feng Lin paused for a moment.
He could feel that the energy in Feng Lin's body was soaring.
But at best, it can only compete with the later stages of tempering.
He is at the level of Dacheng.
"die!"
The white tiger's body exploded with power, leaving a deep ravine wherever it passed.
Feng Lin opened his arms, and a giant sword half a meter wide and two meters long appeared in front of him.
The color of this sword is consistent with the flames on the back of his head.
When Bai Hu saw this, he folded his hands together and bumped into the tip of the White Emperor's holy sword.
boom!
The terrifying power spread out, and the surrounding grass seemed to be skinned.
It disappeared in an instant and turned into loess.
"ah!"
The white tiger's power grew stronger and stronger, holding the huge sword and getting closer to Feng Lin step by step.
Feng Lin's body also retreated little by little.
It left two deep traces.
"hiss!"
Feng Lin took a sharp breath and roared, "Turn it over for me!"
Swish, brush, brush!
The giant sword in front of him suddenly spun, like a drill bit, penetrating the white tiger's defense bit by bit.
"Brat!"
Bai Hu roared loudly, and his strength increased again.
Feng Lin gritted his teeth, many veins on his body popped out, and he focused all his energy on this giant sword.
There was a brief stalemate between the two sides.
When Sikong Jin saw this, he was ready to rush forward.
"No, you take a rest."
Meng Changsheng stopped Sikong Jin because his realm was too different from that of Dacheng.
Moreover, he is still in the Dacheng realm, majoring in defense.
It has almost no effect.
Sikong Jin immediately retreated to Meng Changsheng's side.
"Four boys, don't worry. Even if you can break the opponent's defense, your bones will only be broken."
Meng Changsheng stared at the two people in the distance and said with a smile, "Your role now is to protect Feng Lin."
After Meng Changsheng's reminder, Sikong Jin noticed the experts around him.
Most of them are in the late stage of tempering.
Feng Lin couldn't kill them head-on.
After the white tiger came, they all stood and watched from a distance.
Now he is getting ready to make a move, obviously preparing to attack Feng Lin secretly.
…
Deep in the ruins.
Long Hao stood on the top of the stone palace, observing the battle in the distance.
He still can't believe it.
In the early stages of tempering, he was able to maintain a stalemate with the Dacheng realm for such a long time.
This is a huge difference.
However, he could see that the person who had tempered his realm was almost at his limit.
As for the other realm of penetration, it is not worth mentioning.
What made him afraid was the lame man.
He was obviously disabled, but it always made him uneasy.
…
at the same time.
The hills outside the ruins.
Sumia came here wearing a dark red sportswear and a hat.
Suddenly, her red eyes narrowed into a thin line.
Whoosh!
She disappeared here and appeared in front of a man in black in the blink of an eye.
When the man in black saw Sumia in front of him, he knelt on the ground with a plop and said tremblingly: "Master Suzaku, you are finally here!"
"what happened?"
Sumia asked in a low voice.
"A self-proclaimed invisible organization broke into our ruins and killed many of us."
The man in black cried.
Sumia said in a deep voice: "How many people are here?"
"Just three."
The man in black smashed his head on the ground, "There is a madman among them..."
Just as he was talking, the man in black looked up and found that Sumia had disappeared.
"Feng Lin is just tempering his realm. Even if the remaining two are at the Dacheng realm, there will be no return in the face of the formation. This kid is crazy!"
Sumia stepped into the ruins and looked at the corpses scattered all over the place in the distance, which was shocking.
She immediately rushed deeper.
From a distance, I saw a tempered realm confronting the white tiger head-on.
The land around them collapsed layer by layer.
The forces collided and seemed to form a storm.
There were two people left with them.
One of them is the one who has penetrated the realm.
There is also a lame man.
Seeing this, Sumia couldn't help but want to curse.
Just these three people dared to break into the Dragon Palace!
No madman would dare to do this.
Sikong, who was in the distance, felt the breath behind him and immediately turned around.
Sumiya stared at Sikong Jin, who had reached the peak of his height and was of the wrong height, so he was obviously not Feng Lin.
Of course, neither is the lame man.
Apart from the two of them, the only people left to fight against White Tiger were.
Sumiya's heart trembled, this Feng Lin was indeed terrifying.
But he was still too naive.
Long Hao hasn't taken action yet, and the formation hasn't been opened yet.
"It should be too late to escape now."
Thinking of this, Sumia's eyes burst into flames, and the hat on her head suddenly turned into ashes.
Seeing this, Sikong Jin's mask began to emit black smoke again.
"Don't get excited, your mission is to protect Feng Lin."
Meng Changsheng smiled and put his hand on Sikong Jin's shoulder.
He continued to hold on to his crutch and looked at Feng Lin, not looking at Sumia behind him at all.
"good!"
Sikong Jin turned around to prevent sneak attacks from people around him.
brush!
Sumiya's red curly hair flashed slightly, and finally turned into a flame form.
She jumped towards Feng Lin.
Suddenly, she was blocked by a cane.
Whoosh!
Sumiya prepared to jump up, but just five centimeters above the ground, she fell to the ground again.
Only then did he notice that there was a hand on her shoulder.
"This is impossible."
Sumiya's expression froze and she was dumbfounded.
Cold sweat spread all over his body in the blink of an eye.
The cripple's speed was beyond her nerves.
She didn't see a single bit of the other party's actions.
If she hadn't been pushed down right after she jumped up, she wouldn't have noticed it from beginning to end.
Obviously, this cripple wanted to kill her easily.
"Big sister, your people have the upper hand, don't take action yet."
