Four thousand four hundred and seventy-five chapters: fast
Feng Lei is fast. He is different from the three Feng Sandao brothers who Lin Kun had killed before. Those three brothers had fast knives in their hands. Strictly speaking, when the three Feng Sandao brothers used their knives, it was like
It was the knife that was dragging the three brothers to run.
The Feng Lei in front of him was very fast. He was holding two thunder-shaped knives in his hands. He was dragging these two small knives in his hands. The two knives were like yellow leaves and pieces of paper in his hands.
In the blink of an eye, a sword shadow shook out in the air.
There are many quick swordsmen in the world. Those swordsmen who spend their whole life practicing swordsman pursue nothing more than the word "kuai". "Quick" is not just about speed, but the perfect combination of strength and agility. There was once someone who hid in the mountains and practiced hard.
In summer, autumn and winter, I only practice one move - the sword drawing pose.
Lin Kun had heard of such people, and was fortunate enough to see such a master draw his sword once.
A single stroke of the knife can cut off a century-old tree. The knife is a good knife, and the person who wields it is unparalleled in the world.
The thunder in front of him revealed a corner of Lin Kun's heart. In the eight years he served in the army in Mobei, he experienced much more in each year than in the years he spent in the city combined.
There was a trace of solemnity between his brows. Lin Kun seemed to see his old friend cutting the world's domineering knife into two and slashing at him. He closed his eyes quietly, and Lin Kun listened to the wind around him, but damn, the surrounding people
There is no wind. The knife is so fast and the man is so fast. There is no wind at all. He is indeed a world-class master.
Dead?
Lin Kun looked like he was waiting to die at this moment - I closed my eyes and stood firm on my feet, but you could only stab my heart with your knife and cut off my neck.
Everyone thought so. Among the four masters of the Twelve Sealed Demons who rushed over, none of them had ever been a big scourge in the world. Don’t think that scourge is a derogatory term. How could it be called a scourge?
Two brushes, two brushes may not be enough, at least four, five, six, seven or eight brushes, and you have to carry all kinds of sins on your body.
They have killed too many people. They like blood and see their opponents fall in their hands. The blood seems to splash out in a brilliant arc, which is so beautiful that it drives them crazy.
Their hands have been stained with too much blood, but what they like most is not the blood, but the panic, helplessness and wetness on a person's face before death.
While the four of them were surprised, they also suddenly felt awe for Lin Kun. He was indeed the Wolf King of Mobei. He was actually so much calmer than others when he was about to die, and he was also very good at sizing up the situation.
, knowing clearly that he was no match, so he simply gave up resistance.
Kill...the Wolf King!
The eyes of the four people burst out with scorching heat at the same time. The two Lords who stood still without moving had calm expressions. They even breathed a sigh of relief and decided to turn around and leave.
They came to kill people, and it was a good thing to kill people without taking action. But before they came, they had worked hard to prepare for a battle with the legendary Wolf King of Mobei. Now it seems that this Mobei
The Wolf King is really not that good, so he gave up without resisting?
Alas, legends may not always be true...
The two accomplices who died at the hands of the Wolf King before, No. 11 and No. 9, seemed to be too weak.
The previous ranking of the Lords was not based on strength, but in the order in which they were cloned. (One Zero)
However, just when the two Lords decided to turn around, the two thunder knives in Jing Lei's hands almost touched Lin Kun's neck and chest. A smile suddenly appeared on Lin Kun's calm face.
This smile is too calm, and the smile that just hung on his face is even more calm. If the smile that just hung on his face was a calm lake, then this smile now is a deep pool more than ten meters square.
, the deep pool is deeper than the lake surface...
Likewise, more dangerous!
But what was even more dangerous was yet to come. His eyes suddenly opened, and a pair of ordinary people's eyes actually seemed to shine in this deep and lifeless forest.
Keng...(zero one)
Others couldn't help but think too much, a deep and practiced voice rang in the air. The two knives in Jing Lei's hand suddenly stopped when they were close to Lin Kun's throat and 0.01 mm from his chest, allowing him to massacre.
No matter how firm his determination is, no matter how strong the strength is, he can overturn even a cow in front of him.
But no matter how he gritted his teeth at this moment, how he moved forward separately, how much he wanted to plunge the knife into Lin Kun's body and slit Lin Kun's throat, he just couldn't take another step forward.
No, even 0.01 mm!
The curve of Lin Kun's smile was like the god of death appearing at the end of the world. The sun just shined through the tree branches above his head. The gentle sunshine turned into a line and reflected on his face. He looked so calm and gentle, but this gentleness
The seriousness of the thunder was as hot as a volcano in the eyes of the other people who had not yet had time to pounce.
A volcano is going to explode with great force...
Wolf King wants to kill people!
Bang...
There was a crisp sound, as if a dry branch had been broken. The sound was not loud, but it was filled with a chill that made one's scalp numb. It was followed by a heart-rending scream.
"ah……"
The cry suddenly spread far away, as if it was about to tear Jing Lei's entire body apart.
Feng Gui, Feng Huai, and Feng Jing were awestruck. When they rushed to Lin Kun, Feng Lei's thin and frail body was slapped on the chest by a palm and flew backwards in the air.
Without any time to think, Feng Gui, Feng Huai, and Feng Jing simultaneously waved their weapons towards Lin Kun.
What Feng Gui holds is a pair of iron-clawed hands, what Feng Huai holds is a pair of Miao scimitars, and what Feng Jing holds is a soul-locking whip. It is a whip that is at least three meters long when shaken. Every section of the whip is
There are barbs, and the barbs are sharp and shiny, like a knife.
The weapons of three people came over at the same time, locking Lin Kun in the middle. Normally speaking, there was no way out of the situation in front of him. No, it should be said that there was no way to survive.
But when the weapons of the three of them fell, Lin Kun jumped up, flipped backwards in mid-air, flew directly over Feng Jing's head holding the soul-locking whip, and landed three meters away.
The thick fallen leaves on the ground were blown up and scattered in the air, exuding rotten moisture.
Regardless of the miserable situation of their companion Feng Lei, the three people quickly rushed towards Lin Kun again. Feng Gui and Feng Huai were on the left and right. Feng Jing was holding a soul-locking whip instead of close combat, occupying the middle to attack from a distance.
The three of them cooperated skillfully. Originally, in their formation, there were Feng Gui on the left and right, Feng Huai was trembling at close range, and then there were Feng Lei's close-range sneak attacks from time to time, and Feng Jing's assisting kills from a distance.
But Feng Lei is too pushy and loves to show off his speed. He never seemed to fail in the past, but now he fell on a rotten leaf and screamed in pain... (To be continued)