Chapter 5 Lin Ruhai

Listen carefully and identify the roar of the monster. Lin Feng's face was first happy, and then more anxious. He ran at full speed towards the place where the beast roared faintly.

A beast roar, especially an angry beast roar, shows that his father is still alive. But even the roar was so angry that it can be imagined how the monster was furious. The father's situation can be imagined.

If you dare to hurt your father at all, hum! Lin Feng's speed did not decrease, but a trace of murder appeared in his heart. This murderous intention was not obvious at the beginning. If there was nothing floating in the air, as his speed improved again, the murderous intention slowly rose and became violent. The broken sword in his arms also coincided, faintly exuding a murderous intention.

The speed is getting faster and faster, and the speed of the mental method in the body is getting faster and faster. Feeling the golden silk line slowly began to accumulate and grow, although it was only very subtle, and it was almost imperceptible without feeling it carefully, but it was enough to make Lin Feng excited and happy.

My cultivation has finally progressed. Although it is only an almost negligible progress, it is also a real progress. You know, he has been trapped at the peak of the swordsman for six years.

There was a glimmer of hope in his heart. So an inexplicable breath appeared on him, full of vitality.

And the uncontrollable murderous intention caused by the concern for the safety of the father is also becoming more and more terrible.

The murderous intention, the breath of death.

Hope, the breath of life.

It is strange enough for two completely different breaths to appear on Lin Feng at the same time. What's more strange is that the two breaths, which were originally said to be immortal, are not hostile at all. Instead, they complement each other and breed each other and become stronger.

Finally stepped into the outer layer, listening to the roar of the beast almost close to him, Lin Feng's speed was even faster. Now he doesn't have to care about the mark left by his father. The shocking roar of the beast is the most obvious lighthouse on the sea.

His physical condition also improved a lot, and a heartfelt smile finally appeared on Lin Feng's face. Although the roar of the unknown monster alone made him restless and had a splitting headache, doesn't this prove that his father is still alive?

Live, as long as you live, there is hope.

The dead back mountain was finally no longer dead, and several monsters gradually appeared in Lin Feng's vision.

Looking at the undisguised bloodthirsty murderous intention in the eyes of the monsters, Lin Feng's murderous intention was even worse. Staring indifferently at the monsters in front of him, Lin Feng quickly pulled out his broken sword.

Holding the cold hilt of the sword, an inexplicable feeling surged into his heart and was very comfortable, as if the sword was connected by flesh and bone, and the sword was originally part of his body. I felt this pull out of the fort and then became decisive. The inconspicuous broken sword seemed to have changed, and he couldn't help lowering his head and looking carefully.

The blade is more and more dark and dark as ink, just like the night sky without stars and moon, and his mind is almost intoxicated at a glance. But there is an inexplicable texture, just like the eyes of a fairy, quiet and far away, touching.

"Is it good?" Lin Feng smiled and felt that the broken sword was more suitable for him.

Several little monsters who only entered the first class saw Lin Feng in a daze at this critical moment of life and death. The cruelty and bloodthirsty in their eyes became more and more obvious. They looked at each other and rushed over from all directions without making any sound at the same time.

"Do you want to take advantage of it?" Lin Feng sneered in his heart and waved his broken sword gently, like a breeze.

The breeze blows on the face, which is particularly intoxicating, and people can't help closing their eyes and wanting to enjoy it.

Several monsters were inexplicably stunned and stopped at the same time.

The shocking murderous intention hidden in the breeze suddenly broke out, and the monsters were still motionless, as if they were unconscious, like sculptures.

Lin Feng did not squint and exuded a fierce murderous intention all over his body. He held a broken sword and walked forward quickly.

A monster's head fell down without warning and a bright red flower rushed out of the smooth fracture of its neck.

"Plop..." seemed to get some hint, and the heads of several other monsters also fell from their necks and rolled in one place. Several bright red flowers bloomed one after another, which was particularly enchanting in this quiet and dark forest.

Lin Feng held a broken sword, and his clothes were gradually stained with a few traces of blood. He was particularly beautiful on the tattered yellow clothes, exuding a thrilling meaning. His footsteps kept moving, just moving forward.

The murderous intention on his body is also getting heavier and heavier. Coupled with the strong smell of blood on his blood-stained clothes, Lin Feng is like a god who came out of the sea of hell, holding a deadly sword and a monster step by step.

The broken sword is getting deeper and deeper, and the blade stained with the blood of many monsters does not have a trace of blood. Instead, it is darker and purer. Unexpectedly, it has the meaning of a drop of dew on the flowers in the morning, which is fresh.

The first-class monster has long been scared by the shocking murderous intention of breaking the sword and Lin Feng in one place, and bowed down and waited for death. Even the second-grade monster can barely stand still, and the weaker and timid second-grade monster turned around and fled.

Therefore, by this time, Lin Feng was still as strong as a broken bamboo and advanced rapidly. He now relies entirely on the benefit of breaking the sword to kill these monsters, the horrible and fierce murderous intention triggered by him and the strength of his hard work and suffering over the years. At this moment, he was even a little grateful to Lin Jian. If it hadn't been for his humiliation all day, his body would not have been such a tough pervert and would not have supported him for so long.

Feeling the golden sword yuan slowly growing in his body, Lin Feng pulled a smile at the corners of his mouth. For the first time, he felt that he really seemed to bring his father and himself out of this land intact.

has slowly penetrated into the outer layer, almost to the hinterland of the outer layer.

At this time, the monsters of the first grade and second grade have been killed by Lin Feng. Lin Feng himself couldn't believe it. Usually, these second-grade monsters who only turned around and fled were killed by himself so easily. I also know that this is just a coincidence. If it hadn't been for the murderous intention that triggered the broken sword, I would still turn around and run away.

Lin Feng's footsteps suddenly stopped and looked at the extremely calm and harmless rabbit in front of him.

"Three monsters." Lin Feng narrowed his eyes and looked carefully at the seemingly harmless gray rabbit in front of him.

The gray rabbit blinked and looked straight at the broken sword in Lin Feng's hand, and then fled without turning around.

"What a rabbit!" Lin Feng was stunned when he looked at the gray rabbit that had gone, and then laughed.

The murderous intention on his body did not weaken at all, and with the laughter, it became more fierce. Lin Feng no longer leaped quickly, but walked step by step. As the stable pace keeps falling to the ground, the momentum of killing on the body also increases step by step.

"Father?" Lin Feng looked at a bloody figure in the distance. He was so excited that he couldn't help shouting out. There was a faint light between the tiger's eyes.

In front of a hill dozens of meters away from Lin Feng, a thin figure stood upright with a sword. His clothes had long been torn and torn, covered with red blood, and a drop of blood slowly dripped down the clothes and crashed into the soil and disappeared. Around the thin body, there are all kinds of strange monster corpses. He cringed his body slightly and snuggled on the sword tiredly, as if he might fall at any time. However, at this time, he was staring at a monster in front of him, and his sword was restrained but sharp. But Lin Ruhai, it is Lin Ruhai!

The monster is snow-white, and its white hair is as smooth as silk from beginning to end. Four strong limbs steadily stepped on the ground like a mountain. Without a trace of flaw, its snow-white head lowered slightly and stared straight at the thin man standing with a sword, with murderous intent. Even if Lin Feng looked from behind, he couldn't help but be frightened and almost abandoned his sword and fled.

He took a deep breath and exhaled the idea that he wanted to escape. Lin Feng held the sword in his hand more and more steadily. Looking at his father who was shaky and might fall at any time, Lin Feng couldn't help staring at his eyes wide, red and red, but he stopped saying a word.

Looking at the snow-white figure standing between himself and his father, Lin Feng crazily ran Jianyuan, who had already speeding. He walked towards the white wolf step by step, slowly but firm, heavy but murderous.

The father and the white wolf were motionless and ignored him at all. It seemed that two monuments stood there from ancient times.

Lin Feng walked slowly with red eyes, breathing became heavier and heavier, his steps became smaller and smaller, and his speed became slower and slower. He felt like falling into a swamp, and each step consumed his great mental strength, sword and physical strength.

Sweat seemed to be free from his forehead, and his body gushed out everywhere. His dirty and broken clothes were as if they were taken out of the water and clung to him. Although the heavy rain stopped, the ground became dry because of the battle, and every step he took, he left a wet footprint on the ground.

He bit his lips fiercely, and his body could not stand up straight. Although his murderous intention was still soaring, he did not have that kind of breathtaking momentum. His waist also slowly bent down and walked forward with such difficulty as a bow.

The father and the white wolf are still facing each other, surrounded by silence and coldness. Only Lin Feng opened his mouth and gasped loudly, walking slowly towards the place where they stood like a lingering dead dog.

The distance from the white wolf is getting closer and closer, but Lin Feng's body is more and more curved, and he is almost lying on the ground. Staring fiercely at the snow-white mountain, he seemed to see the chasma across the swordsmen and swordsmen in the past few years. He was extremely unwilling to accept it, and he roared crazily.

With the moment of sudden explosion, Lin Feng walked a few steps quickly and was finally pressed on the ground fiercely.

"Can't we go any further?" Lin Feng looked at the white wolf who was already in front of him but looked like the end of the world, and was extremely unwilling.

"Be careful!" Suddenly, Lin Ruhai's hoarse and eager voice came from the air.