Chapter 32 Fighting to the death (please collect it!)
Feng Jingyun wiped his foot on the face of the young man in yellow, then ignored him and stepped out towards the prison. With every step he took, the coldness became stronger.
All eyes fell on Feng Jingyun. The people around Feng Jingyun were Cheng Qiang and the others. Their eyes were full of excitement, knowing that there was going to be a big fight today!
Gong Shengcan looked at the man lying on the ground and sneered, "Even if you Ao Men come to the door, we will take it, garbage!"
Listening to Gong Shengcan's disdainful words, the young man in yellow's eyes were filled with anger, but he could only stare!
Seeing Feng Jingyun approaching step by step, the old man dodged his body and stood in front of Feng Jingyun, saying: "Just now you said you couldn't kill them so you let those two people go, but you didn't have a chance, and they are still slaves now.
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"If I put the mark of slavery on your face, will you also be a slave?"
Feng Jingyun's expression was cold, which made the old man's eyes freeze, and then he sneered: "Are you looking for death?"
"You're fucking nonsense. You just said it once, but before I die, I will kill you first."
Feng Jingyun said coldly, his spiritual energy demonstrated, he rushed out frantically, and rushed towards the old man.
"Hmph, you are not overestimating your abilities!"
The old man sneered, and his body trembled slightly. Suddenly, his figure turned into a hurricane, breaking through the spiritual energy flow in an instant, and came to Feng Jingyun, and a palm like the wind and shadow floated out.
"Star Phantom Palm!"
A dazzling cold light appeared in the icy air flow, Feng Jingyun's palm force was released, and the power of the explosion was extremely strong.
However, the old man directly ignored Lin Feng's Star Phantom Palm, and Yun Danfengqing's palm flew without a shadow, wandering in the void of the palm shadow, and fell on Feng Jingyun for an instant.
"puff!"
Feng Jingyun's body trembled violently, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he hit the prison cell directly.
"Fifth level!"
Everyone's eyes trembled. The old man's strength should be at the fifth level of the spiritual level, while Feng Jingyun was only at the first level of the spiritual level. The difference was too big. Feng Jingyun was no match at all and could not even catch a single move.
However, under their surprised gazes, Feng Jingyun raised his steps and continued to step towards the old man, his eyes still cold and firm.
The prison was filled with blood and murderous atmosphere.
"You are quite capable and have a bright future. However, if you want to die, I will have no choice but to help you."
When the old man saw Feng Jingyun walking forward again, he immediately smiled coldly: "With a first-level cultivation at the spiritual level, it is impossible for him to receive my palm. As for killing me, it is just a dream."
"Why kill him? Wouldn't it be better to brand him as a slave, tame him into a slave beast, and let him be a slave here?"
At this time, Yuan Guodou on the side said coldly, which made the old man stunned for a moment, and then he smiled: "Young Master, what a great idea, this man is stronger than a savage beast, and has more murderous intent. It would be interesting to tame him into a beast."
"That's right." Yuan Guodou looked gloomy and stared at Feng Jingyun. He asked for this.
However, Feng Jingyun didn't even look at him. His steps were still steady, and he stepped forward step by step, with a strong intention to kill.
"Roar!" The savage beast let out a roar, like a beast's roar, and his body was shaking crazily, but the middle-aged man still held him tightly with chains, making it impossible for him to break free.
With another palm strike, blood flew in the air, and Feng Jingyun's body hit the prison cell again, causing the cell to tremble slightly.
As the old man said, Feng Jingyun was only at the first level of the spirit level. Even though he was very strong, he was still no match for the old man at the fifth level of the spirit level. He could not catch a single move.
Seeing Feng Jingyun's body being knocked away again and again, Cheng Qiang and others had already stood up and wanted to walk towards the prison.
"etc."
Zheng Fan was seen blocking all their bodies, preventing them from moving forward.
"Get out of the way." Cheng Qiang shouted coldly.
"Boss is no match for us. If we go there, we will die."
"Get out of the way, do you want the boss to be beaten to death? And how did the boss save us? Have you forgotten? I treat you as a brother in vain. I didn't expect that at the critical moment of life and death, you actually escaped from the battle! Huh! Get out!" Cheng Qiang
Ignoring Zheng Fan's words, his voice remained cold.
"That's right, if the boss dies, I will be willing to cause harm to both sides of the Yuan family! But you are like this, Zheng Fan, I really misjudged you!" Wan Xing had already summoned his fantasy beast at this time, a ferocious beast.
The leopard glared at Zheng Fan.
And Gong Shengcan drew his sword and pointed it at Zheng Fan's neck, and said in a cold voice, "Get out!"
"You idiots, who am I? Look at the boss's gestures for yourself!" Zheng Fan was overwhelmed by the momentum of the three people and said with some difficulty.
A few people took a look and saw that every time Feng Jingyun was knocked away and hit the iron cage, his hand kept pointing at the two people in the prison fight. They understood that Feng Jingyun meant to save the two of them. Gong Shengcan
He took the sword back, patted Zheng Fan on the shoulder and apologized, "Brother, I'll treat you to a drink when I get back! Remember first!"
The other two people touched their heads and didn't know what to say. Zheng Fan kicked them one by one. "Why are you standing there in a daze? Speed up and save people. If you have anything to say, go back and tell them."
Feng Jingyun stepped forward slowly, his blood-colored pupils were ruthless and cold, without any color, and in his heart, there was only the heart of destruction.
"kill!"
A ruthless roar came from Feng Jingyun's mouth, and the purple electric blue frost sword danced, with a bloody aura of death sweeping out.
"Is this the limit?"
The old man smiled coldly, waved his palms, and palm prints of wind shot out all over the sky. The aura of death was constantly blown away, and Feng Jingyun's sword became erratic.
However, at this moment, a cold light pierced through everything and rushed towards the old man. Feng Jingyun actually abandoned his sword, threw the sword in his hand directly, and stabbed the old man.
"Is it useful?"
A hint of disdain appeared on the corner of the old man's mouth.
Both palms flew together, and their shadows appeared all over the sky, as hard to catch as the wind. When the sword reached in front of the old man, it suddenly stopped and froze in front of the old man.
"Walk!"
The old man shouted loudly, and the long sword flew into the distance. At this time, Feng Jingyun had already arrived in front of him, turned his palm into a sword, and slashed at the old man.
"court death."
A sneer appeared on the corner of the old man's mouth, and his palm trembled, and the sword energy was extinguished, and his palm also fell on Feng Jingyun, and a large mouthful of bright red blood continued to gush out from the corner of Lin Feng's mouth.
Feng Jingyun clasped his palms together, and instead of retreating, he grabbed the old man's palm tightly, making the crowd's eyes tremble again.
"What does he want to do?"
Feng Jingyun's behavior is tantamount to seeking death.
Sure enough, the old man's palm trembled and stirred on Feng Jingyun's chest. A huge bloody handprint appeared on Feng Jingyun's chest, which was ferocious and terrifying.
Feng Jingyun's hand still didn't let go, holding the old man's palm tightly.
The eyes of the crowd were all fixed on Feng Jingyun's palm. Such a cruel person has reached this point and still doesn't let go. Feng Jingyun, is he really looking for death?
The savage beast was trampled under his feet, his whole body was filled with blood, and extremely heavy breaths continued to spurt out of his mouth.
Under his body, dust swirled up, the earth trembled slightly, and his bloodshot eyes gradually changed color.
The khaki color of the beast's eyes gradually changed from blood red to khaki, like the earth, but this khaki color still contained overwhelming hatred.
"roar!"
A roar like a wild beast came out of the beast's mouth, and a hurricane seemed to blow between the sky and the earth. On the earth, rolling yellow sand rushed endlessly, covering the body of the beast with a layer of yellow sand.
The middle-aged expression on the savage beast changed slightly, and at this moment, his heart couldn't help but beat.
"What's going on?"
The middle-aged man looked at the roaring yellow sand of the earth, his eyes fixed there.
But at this moment, an extremely strong force came out from under his body, with constant banging sounds, and the iron chain broke inch by inch.
The old man who was fighting Feng Jingyun also noticed something unusual here, glanced over here, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
"Um?"
A look of surprise flashed across the old man's eyes, but at this moment, a sense of crisis came, causing the corners of the old man's eyes to twitch, and he turned his eyes instantly.
"Purple lightning shouts thunder!"
Feng Jingyun's blood-red and ruthless pupils suddenly burst out with an extremely bright light, as dazzling as the sun.
Purple Thunder Wolf is naturally a skill that the Thunder Wolf learned in the second half of the month. The first time the Thunder Wolf understood a skill, and later due to half a month of combat experience, he successfully activated the second skill, but this skill Feng Jing
Yun has not blessed his body yet, and inside the mysterious key, the Thunder Wolf seems to be roaring angrily!
The old man's eyes that had just turned around trembled and he closed them slightly. A strong sense of crisis came, causing him to tighten his body and use his palms to shake Feng Jingyun's body away, but Feng Jingyun couldn't.
Yun's hand still held him firmly, letting the force of his palm wreak havoc inside his body.
The old man's body drifted away, like a gust of wind, pulling the wind and clouds together, drifting erratically.
"Thunder and lightning!"
A low voice came out of Feng Jingyun's mouth, and the old man's wind-like figure turned into a clear trajectory, unable to hide under the gaze of blood-colored eyes.
At the same time, Feng Jingyun's body turned into a shadow, and the sword that originally flew back returned to Feng Jingyun's hand.
A strange cold light bloomed, and drops of bright red blood sprinkled in the air.
"Afterimage!"
The crowd trembled, and saw that the bodies of Feng Jingyun and the old man had stopped there. However, Lin Feng's figure gradually disappeared into nothingness, and that was - an afterimage!
"Just because we are weak doesn't mean we can't trample on you!"
As soon as an indifferent voice sounded in the silent space, the old man's throat squirmed, blood gushed out crazily, and his body slowly fell!
Looking at the old man's body lying slowly on the ground, the space fell into silence again.
Feng Jingyun, who was at the first level of spiritual cultivation, obliterated a strong man who was at the fifth level of spiritual cultivation?
The scene in front of them made the crowd feel as if they were in a dream. Even if their strength and cultivation are different by one level, their strength may vary greatly. Those who can leapfrog and challenge are geniuses.
Feng Jingyun was four realms different from his opponent. The difference in strength was too great and he was not vulnerable at all. Moreover, Feng Jingyun was indeed no match, but the final result shocked everyone.
Relying on his extremely strong will and tenacity, Feng Jingyun approached the old man in a masochistic way, until finally, he delivered the fatal blow, which lasted only a moment, but was deeply imprinted in the minds of the crowd.