Chapter 62 Knife to death
Chapter 62 Knife to Yangzheng [First Update for Collection]
Lin Feng looked at Yang Zheng and said, "Now it's you and me."
After Lin Feng finished speaking, his body suddenly exuded a momentum, as if he was going to overwhelm Yang Zheng fiercely.
Yang felt the moment the momentum on Lin Feng's body. He resisted and looked at Lin Feng in horror. Yang Zheng always thought that he was a rare opponent at the peak of the sacrificial vein. At this time, he looked at Lin Feng and couldn't help asking himself, "Is he really just a sacrificial vein?"
Lin Feng didn't say anything. He jumped and fell on the arena. He stretched out his hand and waved to Yang Zheng, "The fog hidden seven knives? They are all masters of using knives. It happens that I also like to use knives very much. Let's see if you are powerful these days or me?"
The confusion in Yang Zheng's eyes dissipated, and then appeared hot. His desire for battle and his desire for the strong man waved his hand, and the blade flew out of his back in an instant and fell into his hand. "Then I'll start. Where's your knife?"
"Knife, hum, you don't have the right to let me out." Lin Feng said lightly, as if Yang Zheng did not deserve his knife.
Suddenly, everyone under the stage made a sound.
Yang was looking at Lin Feng and said carefully, "You are very arrogant, but I don't know if you can continue to be arrogant?"
"Haha, joke! Am I arrogant? You are wrong, you are too humble! Let's get a knife!" Lin Feng laughed and said to Yang Zheng.
Lin Feng did not want to do this, but he had to do so. Now he enjoys this feeling. This feeling of looking down from the top makes him very enjoyable. What's more, after seeing Long Ruoxuan's injury, his desire to rule the world is getting stronger and stronger.
"You will pay for your arrogance." Yang Zheng roared, and his body suddenly ran to Lin Feng.
Lin Feng looked at Yang Zheng's arrival and did not take out the blood knife. He hit Yang Zheng with his fist, "The overlord passed away!"
This is obviously the starting style of the overlord Jiujue, and Lin Feng directly uses the overlord Jiujue in the face of Yangzheng.
In an instant, a strong light hit Yang Zheng, who was rushing over. Yang Zhengtian gently cut the knife, and the strong light broke.
"Tears of the Overlord!"
When the first strong light was broken, Lin Feng hit the second one again, and a strong light rushed to the sun.
This strong man is not very powerful. Yang Zheng chopped it up with a simple knife. Yang Zheng always felt something wrong when he looked at the broken Jin Mang. According to such a weak attack, Lin Feng must know that it has no effect on himself. Why on earth?
"Remember of the Overlord!"
The third style came, except that the momentum became thick, and then there was nothing. Yang Zheng was still a simple knife. Then he looked at Lin Feng and wanted to see what tricks Lin Feng had done.
Lin Feng looked at Yang Zheng smashing Jin Mang and showed a smile that should not have appeared.
"Farewell to the overlord!"
"Overlord Kill!"
"Overlordzhan!"
The three moves hit Yangzheng at the same time, and Lin Feng's attack speed began to accelerate. It is not difficult to find that this time, the momentum has not only become thick, but also has a trace of burning, which is a feeling of burning everything in the world.
Yang Zheng did not dare to be careless this time. Tiansasa suddenly went out, "Swordsmanship, Hongtianzhan!"
In an instant, a knife shadow appeared and forced Lin Feng, which was worthy of being one of the seven knives hidden in the fog. At this moment, Lin Feng's attack turned into ashes, and it also went straight to Lin Feng, forcing Lin Feng to defend.
Lin Feng looked at Jinmang when he met the knife shadow and turned into ashes. The knife shadow still rushed towards him, but with a strange smile.
Yang Zheng happened to see Lin Feng's strange smile. He couldn't figure out what Lin Feng had planned at this time. The more so, the more Yang Zheng felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what the problem was.
"Overlord!"
"Overlord language!"
"Overlord hates!"
Suddenly, three strong awns rushed to Yangzheng, and the three powerful awns staggered and wrapped Yang Zheng. Yang was scratching all over his body with a sharp knife, "Swords, turn the sky!"
In an instant, a large knife shadow will be shattered, and Yang Zheng's body will appear. Yang Zheng was bored by Lin Feng's attack. When he was about to end, he suddenly became alert.
"Overlord Cry!"
Lin Feng's nine-style combination punched Yang Zheng. When Lin Feng punched out, a fist appeared in the air and hit Yang Zheng.
Yang Zheng's eyes were cold, and then the sharp knife cut down the fist that suddenly appeared.
"Dang"
Tiansha knife cut the fist, and it only produced a spark. This shocked Yang Zheng. Others may not know, but he himself clearly understood the power of his knife just now. Unexpectedly, he cut out a little spark. Yang Zheng looked at the fist flying towards him in horror and hid himself. Go, he now understands why Lin Feng just said that he was not qualified to let him take a knife.
Yang's face was cold, ran to the fist, turned over and fell from the sky, "Sword skill, the sky is a cut!"
In an instant, a knife shadow suddenly appeared in the sky, which was exactly the same shape as the Tiansha knife in Yang Zheng's hand, but there was a cold light on the knife, and the one in his hand was surrounded by murderous spirit.
The knife shadow instantly reached the front of the fist, and the two giants touched each other in an instant.
"bang"
A spark suddenly splashed, and the shadow of the knife slightly suppressed the fist, but the fist was also very strong and refused to give in at all.
"Lin Feng, if you still don't use a knife, you will lose!" Yang was shouting to Lin Feng. At this time, the shadow of the sword in the sky had a steady advantage.
Lin Feng looked at Yang Zheng with a proud face, "Do you want me to draw a knife?"
Before Yang Zheng understood what this sentence meant, he laughed and said, "If you are afraid, you can not draw a knife."
After listening to Yang Zheng's words, Lin Feng slightly raised the corners of his mouth, as if he were laughing.
Long Ruoxuan saw Lin Feng's smile under the stage and immediately covered his face with his hands, looking as if he didn't dare to look.
"Long Ruoxuan, what are you doing?" The wind ghost noticed Long Ruoxuan's movements and asked.
Long Ruoxuan looked at the wind ghost and said, "I know Lin Feng until now, and I understand what his expression that seemed to be smiling just now means."
The wind ghost thought for a moment and said, "Did he laugh just now?"
Long Ruoxuan performed Lin Feng's action to the wind ghost, and the wind ghost suddenly remembered, "What's wrong with his expression?"
Long Ruoxuan shook his head and said, "No, his expression is very right. To be precise, it is a sign of a situation."
"What's going on?" The curiosity in the wind ghost's heart was aroused by Long Ruoxuan.
Long Ruoxuan took a look at the wind ghost and saw the wind ghost's desire to seek knowledge, so he said, "Death is perfect!"
"What?!" The wind ghost shouted in surprise, and then looked at the fighting platform. He knew that Long Ruoxuan and Lin Feng were very familiar together, and there was no need to make up a fact. The wind ghost looked at Yang Zheng on the stage and began to pray for Yang Zheng.
Yang Zheng was keenly aware of Lin Feng's smile, which was a little strange, "What are you laughing at?"
"Because you should go!" Lin Feng said to Yang Zheng, with his hands and backs, he couldn't see what Lin Feng was going to do at all.
"Is it time to go?" Yang is thinking about the meaning of Lin Feng's words.
Lin Feng's hand trembled slightly, and the blood burial knife appeared in his hand in an instant. The internal strength was injected. The blood burial knife buzzed and made a hissing knife sound. The cold light on his body made people shocked when they saw it.
"Sword skill, the overlord breaks the sun!"
After long-term research, Lin Feng found that the move of the overlord's secret was more than double the strength through the blood burial knife. At this time, Lin Feng quietly waved the blood knife, and the air on the fighting platform was faintly driven when the blood knife waved.
Yang Zheng suddenly found that the air was driven by something. He suddenly looked at Lin Feng and found that there was an extra knife in Lin Feng's hand, and the cold light flashed on his body, and a chill came from the bottom of his heart.
"It's not good." Yang Zheng shouted in his heart and quickly retreated to the side.
Lin Feng has been ready for a long time. How can Yang Zheng pass so much? At the moment Yang Zheng found out, Lin Feng had locked Yang Zheng and kept waving the blood knife. This fighting platform was under Lin Feng's control. Yang Zheng tried his best to hide aside, but no matter where he hid, he was locked by Lin Feng. Yang Zheng glanced at the stage and said, "Is it going to go on like this?"
Yang Zheng then thought for a moment and decided to go down, but when he was about to go down, he was shocked to find that Lin Feng's pressure had enveloped the whole fighting platform. At this time, this fighting platform can be said to be under Lin Feng's control. Yang Zheng's body wanted to move, but it was suppressed by a pressure, and his body could not move. Yang Zheng's eyes were wide. Looking at Lin Feng's knife cut down, he understood why Lin Feng said that he was not qualified to cut him.
Lin Feng cut down with a knife, and a knife suddenly burst out. Yang Zheng's body was cut in half by the knife in an instant. Lin Feng put away the knife, leaned on one side, laughed, and then swept around the arena. All the people seen by Lin Feng felt a chill. Lin Feng then focused his eyes on the top of the arena, slightly With a slight smile, disdain flashed in his eyes.
At this time, Zhuang Yongxin's angry face turned purple. Yang Zheng was under him with a sharp blade. At this time, he was killed by Lin Feng before using it much. Zhuang Yongxin now wants to kill Lin Feng. He calmed down slightly and has decided that he must kill Lin Feng in the future. On the one hand, to avoid future troubles, and on the other is for himself. I'm angry.