The familiar laughter made Lan Ying's closed eyes suddenly open. He looked at the white shirt with one hand stretched out, and joy could not help but appear on his face, and he said in surprise: "Instructor?
"
Shaking his palm lightly, Liu Feng cast a surprised look at the wolf head floating in the void. The power he gathered just now was enough for a Saint-level junior strongman to seriously strike. He turned his head slightly and faced it.
The surprised young man smiled and said, "Lan Ying, long time no see."
"Instructor, it is indeed you." Lan Ying chuckled and scratched his head. The cold and hostile aura just now completely disappeared, replaced by the unique activity of young people...
"Hey, brother, who is this guy?" Behind him, Lan Zheng pulled Lan Ying's clothes and asked in a low voice.
"Be quiet. With your skills, the instructor can kill you with just one finger." Lan Ying glared at Lan Zheng and said fiercely.
"Tch, I am the most talented swordsman in the academy, and also the youngest star..." Lan Zheng curled his lips and said with some dissatisfaction, but then he thought of the young man in white shirt in front of him, who was casually talking just now.
With a wave of his hand, he melted away the tyrannical power that had left the two brothers helpless. His arrogant words began to involuntarily become weaker and weaker...
"Okay, you two, get out of the way first and let's talk after I clean up this weird thing." Liu Feng clapped his hands and chuckled.
"In that case, I'll trouble you, instructor." Lan Ying smiled and nodded without refusing. He bowed his hands respectfully to Liu Feng, grabbed the curious Lan Zheng, and floated down to the city wall...
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"Lan Ying, Lan Zheng, are you two okay?" Seeing the two of them back safely, Lan Te breathed a sigh of relief. These two little guys are the most outstanding young people of this generation of the Lan family. If they are under his own
If something goes wrong, I'm afraid the elders in the family will be so angry that they cut themselves into pieces...
"It's okay, thank you Uncle Lan Te for your concern." Lan Ying shook his head and said calmly.
"It's okay, it's okay..." Lan Te nodded. He turned his head, looked at the white shirt standing in the void, and asked doubtfully: "Lan Ying, the person who took action,
do you know?"
"Well...he was our trainer when we participated in the Orcs' decisive battle." Lan Ying nodded.
Lante narrowed his eyes slightly and asked indifferently: "Oh...then what is his strength?"
Lan Ying glanced at his family elders and said calmly: "When we were training, the instructors were at the Star level."
"Star level?" Lante raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "The wolf-headed attack just now is probably not something that a star level person can follow so lightly, right?"
"I'm talking about when we were training..." Lan Ying repeated what he just said again, looked up at the white figure in the void, and murmured softly: "I think the current instructor must have entered the holy level.
field!"
"Holy level?!" Lant's ears suddenly caught the shocking words. His body shook slightly, and his fists as big as casseroles were clenched tightly. His eyes locked on the white shirt with fiery eyes, and he thought to himself: "
Saint level... Such a strong person who defies the heavens must not be let go in vain. Even if he cannot be won over, he must have a good impression of our Lan family..."
When Lan Ying spoke about Liu Feng's Saint-level strength, Saint Peter, who was not far from Lan Te, also trembled imperceptibly...
Because Lan Ying and his two men returned to the city, all eyes once again shifted to the white shirt facing the huge wolf head, and the roar resounded through the city wall again.
Just now Liu Feng took action to disperse the raging beam of light, letting the sergeants and mercenaries on the city wall understand that this seemingly frail body hid terrifying strength...
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The bloody light spots all over the sky surged again, pouring crazily towards the wolf's head...
The shrill howl of wolves echoed across the prairie again.
Looking at the group of wolves that kept roaring, Liu Feng frowned slightly. There was great unwillingness and anger hidden in the wolves' roars, and even a little bit of helplessness?
It's hard to believe that there are such rich emotions in the wolf's roar. However, Liu Feng really felt the unwillingness in the hearts of countless blood wolves...
"These... blood wolves, it seems that they did not voluntarily donate those bloody light spots?" Liu Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and said softly.
Looking at the wolf head that looked more ferocious as more and more blood-colored light spots poured in, Liu Feng flicked his fingers, and the cold sword brought a faint trace in the void, shooting straight towards the forehead of the wolf head.
at...
The sword passed straight through the wolf's head, but it didn't bring up a trace of blood...
"Illusion?" He raised his brow slightly, Liu Feng's face changed slightly, and he shot out several sword beams again. When the sword beam was about to hit the wolf's head, his eyes condensed, and his tyrannical mind was firmly locked on the place where the sword beam was stabbing.
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The sword pierced through again, but this time Liu Feng breathed a sigh of relief, raised his eyelids, and gave a mocking smile to the ferocious wolf head.
After observing with his spiritual mind, Liu Feng discovered that just a moment before Jian Gang shot into the wolf's head, the solid wolf's head suddenly swayed slightly...
Although the vibration was extremely small, even so small that it could not be detected by the naked eye, Liu Feng's meticulous spiritual mind completely scanned the situation...
In the void, due to the crazy influx of blood-colored light spots, behind the huge wolf head, the illusory waist, abdomen, and four legs quickly became solid with the invasion of blood spots...
Just for a moment, a ferocious giant bloody wolf suddenly appeared in the eyes of countless horrified people...
There was a roar in the sky, and the violent sound waves set off turbulent winds, rolling the lazy white clouds in the sky into pieces...
Liu Feng turned his palm slightly, and the simple "Long Lock" scabbard flashed, and Sen Han stretched out his breath, causing ripples in the space.
"One sword..."
Liu Feng glanced at the huge bloody wolf with a magnificent momentum and said calmly.
He gently grasped the giant wolf with his palm, and shouted coldly: "Space solidifies!"
Space ripples swept out, instantly sealing the giant bloody wolf in the void. Due to the pressure of space, the originally somewhat illusory body of the giant bloody wolf suddenly became extremely solid...
Stepping lightly in the void, a white shirt flashed above the blood wolf's head, and his eyes swept over his body indifferently. The "Suolong", with its cold silver sword, swayed towards the blood wolf who couldn't move.
The wolf's head was slashed vertically...
Looking at the strange weapon with the smell of death, a flash of panic flashed through the bloodless giant wolf's white eyes without any emotion, and the huge body struggled violently. However, the space created by the Holy Level was solidified.
It’s not like a beast that’s not even at the beginning of the holy level can break free easily...
I wanted to activate the life-saving skill of gathering and dispersing energy again, but the energy that had just dispersed was directly suppressed by the solidified space...
"Tsk..."
A crisp chopping sound resounded in the void, followed by a shrill, loud howl of a wolf...
The two halves of the huge blood wolf body fell from the void. Before they hit the ground, they turned into blood-colored light spots all over the sky. They landed slowly and returned to the countless sluggish blood wolf bodies...
"Woo...Woo...Woo..."
As soon as the blood-colored light spots entered the body, the blood wolf immediately regained its energy. Although it was not as good as before, at least it no longer lost the strength to walk...
After roaring at the white-shirted figure above the void, the blood wolves began to retreat quickly...
Looking at the yellow dust rising into the sky, Liu Feng clapped his hands and curled his lips.
"The opponent is too weak and has no energy..."
Staggering in the void, Liu Feng returned to the silent city wall amid countless shocking sights...
A long time after Liu Feng returned to the city, the loud shouts and cheers suddenly started...
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Somewhat unaccustomed to the blazing gazes around him, Liu Feng rolled his eyes depressedly, shrugged at Kensi and the others, turned around and walked towards the city wall...
"Sir, please stay." A respectful shout rang out, followed by a rush of footsteps as he quickly came to Liu Feng.
"What? Is something wrong?" Nodding towards Lan Ying, Liu Feng squinted at the middle-aged man in armor in front of him.
"Oh, haha, sir, thank you very much for saving hundreds of thousands of soldiers and hundreds of thousands of citizens in Iron Pavilion City. As the marshal of Iron Pavilion City, I would like to express my most sincere gratitude to you."
Lante looked at the young man in front of him and said sincerely.
"These words... are so harsh." Liu Feng muttered in his heart, but he shook his head with a smile on his face, and said with a smile: "Marshal, you are too polite, I just want to help my friend complete the mission..."
Not wanting to stay any longer on the hot city wall, Liu Feng waved to Lante with a smile and was about to leave.
However, an urgent and fiery exclamation stopped Liu Feng in his tracks...