When Leng Feng said this, everyone retreated to the outside. Even Lan Qiao Yimeng and others on the podium retreated to the gate.
This time, if we were to fight for real, there would inevitably be a flash of swords and swords, and if we were accidentally injured, we wouldn't be able to recover.
But once he saw Leng Feng's arrogant demeanor, he felt an unspeakable anger in his heart.
When Yuan Lai was like this, he, like Leng Feng, was also very focused on training and practiced the assassin's way. Not only did he have the same occupation, but his living conditions were also the same. They were both extremely poor and miserable, haha.
But one thing is different, that is, the vice-president misses you for always helping Leng Feng and secretly helping Leng Feng. He will not be treated like this if he doesn't die for a second.
Everyone knows the principle of "The Ninth Continent". If a player does not develop well in the early stage, his future achievements will be quite limited. Therefore, the sequelae of Immortal's embarrassing predicament were not completely eliminated until he reached level 50.
, in the end, if he hadn't been a bitch who fell in love with Jin, he would still be wearing a classic suit with low attributes.
Therefore, Miao Bu Die has always maintained an attitude of competition and hatred towards Leng Feng. He considers himself to be very talented, even better than Leng Feng, but he doesn't understand why Miss You in the Next Moment and Jin Youmeng favor Leng Feng so much. He often
He was still haunted by his past experiences, and he felt that if he had been the one who benefited back then, he would have devoted more energy to practice diligently, and he would have already broken through level 60 by now.
Leng Feng? What kind of rubbish is that?
Therefore, he has practiced extremely hard in the past seven years, imagining that if he meets Leng Feng again, he will definitely be superior to Leng Feng.
Now the opportunity has come. Leng Feng is so arrogant that he dares to "open up the fence"? And the force of "opening up the fence" is not to let him go, but to let him take action first.
Old and new hatreds surged together. I really couldn't bear this tone, so I immediately raised a pair of silver lightsabers, seemingly ready to take action.
Leng Feng, on the other hand, just stood there bare-handed, seemingly not showing any intention of showing off his weapon.
When it came time to fight, Mian Fudie calmed down. Just because he looked down on Leng Feng didn't mean he dared to look down on Leng Feng. He could make a name for himself in the Land of Exile. Even if he wasn't as powerful as a god, he was definitely extremely strong.
What to do in this situation?
The old method is to try the other person's depth first.
The Second Immortal swooped out and made a "Double Dragon Leaping to the Sea" move, flashing the silver sword up and down.
Lan Qiao Yimeng and other experts could tell at a glance that this was a feint. Although assassins could learn this boxing move that was similar in appearance but not in spirit, the intention of being immortal was too obvious. He wanted to see how Leng Feng would respond. As long as Leng Feng moved.
, the assassin's skills such as dodge, backstab, clone, and raid will come in handy later.
However, no one could imagine how Leng Feng responded. Everyone's eyes were dazzled, including Mian Fushui himself. For some reason, Leng Feng suddenly appeared in front of him, raised his hand and slapped him.
Immortal was unable to dodge, so the slap sent him flying. After he landed on the ground, he felt burning pain on his face.
This slap did no harm to him, but it caused him great humiliation.
Leng Feng walked up to the podium slowly with his hands behind his back: "I understand, I understand!"
Everyone looked at him, wondering what he was talking about, but they soon understood.
Leng Feng said thoughtfully: "With such strength, you can only be a slave who is in love with gold. If you want to be my uncle's follower, you have to be level 60 to be qualified. Money... you don't earn it like that."
Seconds was shocked and angry when he heard this. After all, he was also a level 58 great assassin, but he was actually humiliated into being a level 26 slave. Leng Feng, you are going too far.
Hearing Leng Feng's emotion, the old uncle couldn't explain how he felt in his heart. Was he praising himself or ridiculing himself?
"ah----"
With a sharp shout, Mibuushi jumped up from the ground with one hand on the ground, and quickly disappeared.
The next moment, four immortal clones appeared in mid-air from four directions with Leng Feng as the center. They flashed at the same time and quickly closed in on Leng Feng in the center. Standard clones attacked in unison!
An assassin who has trained his clones to be able to dodge is undoubtedly the nightmare of many players. It does not mean that the assassin can easily rise up in seconds, but that the assassin himself has a strong foundation and is not afraid of fighting a war of attrition with you.
An assassin is not afraid of consumption, so what else should he be afraid of?
The problem was that Leng Feng did not dodge such a gorgeous and powerful separate attack. Seeing that the clone was already approaching, Leng Feng just turned around in a circle and waved his hand.
"Pah, pah, pah!"
Four crisp applauses sounded almost at the same time, sounding like one.
It was still an understatement of slap. The three fake bodies flew up into the sky and disappeared automatically in mid-air. However, the real body was slapped so hard that stars appeared in their eyes and fell heavily under the rostrum.
Leng Feng said calmly: "Go on, I can let you make the first move!"
Second Immortality looked at him in shock, he couldn't believe this was true. Leng Feng's bare hands could actually resist his own skills?
The facts before him have gone beyond Mian Buxie's understanding of the profession of assassin.
"Leng Feng, you asked for this!" Mian Busui quickly stood up and crossed his silver swords into a cross. At the same time, white spherical energy burst out from the intersection. The energy instantly expanded to be larger than his own body.
Back on the outskirts of Ranger Warrior City, he used this move to deflect Mad Dog Dragon's katana and knock him unconscious at the same time. But now it seems that he didn't try his best at the beginning, and tonight this move was brought to its fullest.
Sure enough, Immortal waved his arms together, lighting up the venue with energy, and hit Leng Feng like a missile.
He is really not weak. As an assassin, he is more powerful than many arcane mages after being trained to this level.
Leng Feng still didn't dodge, but the energy ball penetrated his body like passing through a layer of air.
It turned out that it was Leng Feng's clone. He was not surprised if he didn't die for a second. He quickly waved and the energy ball disappeared, and the silver light sword flew back in a circle with a "whoosh whoosh".
It only took a second, and then he suddenly jumped forward. This time everyone in the venue could see clearly that Leng Feng's true body flashed behind him, and his leap was just out of Leng Feng's attack range.
Lei Zhan was also greatly impressed by what he saw. He was indeed a great assassin, and knew how to deal with the assassin's dodge.
His immortal flying attacks, beckoning, and forward leaps all reflected his good strength, judgment, and reactions. The most amazing thing was that when the pair of silver lightsabers flew back, he did not catch them. The silver lightsabers spun directly behind him and flashed.
Leng Feng's true form came over.
This is a wonderful move!
"Beautiful!" Someone in the venue couldn't help shouting.
This shout was undoubtedly too early. After the sharp silver sword penetrated Leng Feng's body, the mirror image slowly disappeared again. It turned out that this one was also a clone.
So where did the real body go?
That's right, that was when Immortal rolled on the ground and then stood up. A black shadow fell from the sky above his head.
Another slap hit him on the face, and he flew away again within seconds.
This time, he smashed his whole body on a piano, and the luxurious and elegant piano platform turned into a pile of rubbish with a bang.
The real masterstroke was waiting for him here!
However, Leng Feng had practiced to the point where his clones could actually appear in different directions and even different ways at different times.
Based on this alone, Miao Budie should be aware of the huge gap between himself and Leng Feng.
But what Leng Feng said next made him feel embarrassed: "At your level, I can let you take the first shot at least 10 times!"
"Shut up!" Mian Busui climbed up from the ruins of the piano and rushed forward again desperately.
This time he was smart and rushed neither too fast nor too slowly in case Leng Feng suddenly jumped up and slapped him in the face. Moreover, he did not pick up the silver lightsaber in the corner of the rostrum and even attacked with his bare hands.
In fact, his choice was the most correct way. Even Lan Qiao Yimeng, who was next to him, nodded in approval. This is called leaving a way out for yourself first, instead of just going up and fighting with all your strength. Once the opponent fails to fight to death, you can
Just play it big.
As expected, Second Immortality got close very easily, and a pair of old fists were aimed at Leng Feng's ears.
Don't expect the assassin's fists to kill people, but players in the battle have their own instincts. As soon as his fists are released, Leng Feng will naturally move away with a slight side.
As soon as the Immortal Punch failed, he used the force of the rush to throw out a Thomas roundhouse kick. In terms of combat skills, he is quite good among assassins. Although he has not reached the level of a first-class master, the gap is not far away.
"If you want to play dirty, you're still far away!" Leng Feng said calmly.
Lei Zhan was the closest to the two of them at the moment. His eyes widened and he realized that the tip of his toes seemed to have a black blade popping out with a click. It was really hard to let such an unnoticed little move make him
People were on guard, and the sharp blade came out during the flying kick.
Unfortunately, his kick flew out, and Leng Feng grabbed his ankle with incredible speed and swung him out like a cabbage.
Immediately flying towards the chandelier on the ceiling, he was about to smash the elegant headlight into pieces. Unexpectedly, Leng Feng's ghostly figure miraculously appeared above him and slapped him with another loud slap.
There may be someone who can dodge Leng Feng's slap, but that person will never be him.
The immortal body smashed a giant speaker on the rostrum to pieces on the spot. Leng Feng looked at him expressionlessly when he landed: "Do you believe it now?"
"Fuck you!" Mian Busui finally swore. He could not bear such humiliation. The key was that he was not convinced at all. Deep in his heart, he could not accept such a comparison of strength.
He can't stand upright from the front, but can't advance from the side, and his skills have been cracked. Compared with experience and on-the-spot performance, the opponent is better. As for the so-called underhanded tricks... in Leng Feng's eyes, it's just a joke.
Second Immortality picked up the silver sword again and stared at Leng Feng eagerly. He didn't believe that with his skills, he couldn't even touch the corner of Leng Feng's clothes.
