Chapter 85 Zhu Ling's Messenger 3

Han Feng looked fixedly at the lock dragon order in his hand, his mind moved, and a divine consciousness emanated, trying to communicate with this strange thing in his hand...

"What!? Are you calling me?"

"Hee..."

Han Feng's eyes were full of unbelievable. I don't know when he seemed to be connected with the little guy in his hand. The lock dragon trembled slightly in his hand, and this inconspicuous little thing seemed to have intelligence.

The voice that came into his mind seemed to be a slight laughter. If the determination is not enough, Han Feng really wants to win

The thought of the little thing thrown out by

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"Master."

"You call me master." Han Feng's eyes were full of surprise.

"You have dripped blood, so of course I have connected with you. You can be my master."

Han Feng clearly received the message from the lock dragon order. I secretly said in my heart, when will I recognize the Lord with blood? However, he soon remembered the blood spray, so he was relieved. But this little thing has intelligence, but he didn't expect it. He fixed his mind and looked at the lock dragon order in his hand. There was nothing strange except the strange style and yellow color. It's strange in my heart, but I don't dare to look down on this little thing anymore.

After looking at it for a long time, he didn't find it. He said in his heart, but how to use this little thing? As if he felt what he was thinking, a bright light suddenly lit up from the lock dragon and went straight to his eyebrows. For a moment, there were some fragments of divine consciousness in his mind. It turns out that this lock dragon order is used like this...

As soon as my heart moved, a word "kill" came out of my mouth. With a buzzing yellow light, Han Feng only felt a light in his hand. The lock dragon order had taken out of his hand and turned into a yellow light and flew to the distance... Another word "return" said, and the lock dragon order had returned to his hand... Han Feng looked at this inconspicuous little thing in his hand and said in his heart that he couldn't try this. The power of small things.

Han Feng said in his heart that there was no way to stay here, and he had to go out. Zhu Ling's messenger didn't know what happened. When his mind started, his consciousness immediately returned to his body. His eyes opened slightly, and he saw that nothing had changed, and his body's injury was seven or eight points better... You know, the boundary of the black general's armor can make time slow down, so during the period he went, the situation outside did not have big ups and downs.

"Ga Ga..." The laughter sounded, and Zhu Ling's messenger's martial arts were really strong. In a short time, he actually returned to his original state, and his eyes were even more powerful.

"Is the boy dead?"

Zhu Ling's messenger took out a black elixir from nowhere, looked up and swallowed it into his abdomen, and then said harshly to Han Feng. The old man is still meditating, and obviously won't wake up for a while. Although Han Feng is not eye-catching in his eyes, he has repeatedly caused trouble for him, which has aroused his anger. He wants to attack him first so as to get rid of this stumbling block first.

"How can I die if you don't die?

Han Feng slowly got up from the ground with a sneer. The black Xing Tian held it in his hand and was ready to take action at any time. The Zhu Ling messenger in front of him was too powerful and did not dare to take it lightly without the help of Lao Yu.

"What is this thing in your hand?"

Zhu Ling's face changed a little, and his eyes stared at the black axe in Han Feng's hand. He suddenly remembered a legend left by his ancestor...

With a smile, some blood surged up on Han Feng's pale cheeks, which was even more cold. He said, "It is naturally a fascinating thing."

Zhu Ling's messenger began to stare at Han Feng, like a snake and scorpion's eyes. The intensity of aura on the other party's body was so superhuman, as if it was more than some monsters born with full of aura. His eyes were shrinking. It seemed that this ant-like boy was not simple. He asked, "I'm afraid there is something hidden in you?" Up to now, he has always thought that it was the old black net that injured him, and the former is still very weak in his eyes. In a small situation, he is afraid that he can kill the other party by stretching out a finger...

Han Feng was shocked. This demonic and poisonous eyes just looked at himself carefully and saw something... The alert in his heart increased greatly.

"With these treasures, it will only cause trouble for you. If you can give it to this messenger, this messenger can not blame you for the past and spare you to die..."

Zhu Ling's messenger smiled strangely, and his eyes were full of unconcealed greed. In his opinion, Han Feng was like a monkey held in the palm of his hand, and could not jump out of the palm of his hand.

He sneered and climbed onto Han Feng's slightly narrowed eyes. In this way, he could not even deceive even a three-year-old child. This demon really regarded him as a fledgling junior.

The Zhu Ling messenger saw his disdain from Han Feng's smile and became a little angry. He said, "Kid, since you want to call it out after you die, I will fulfill you. I'm afraid you won't survive and die..."

Han Feng did not say anything, but he had exerted his power throughout his body, and Xing Tian began to emit strange light in his hand...

I don't know when a pair of two-foot-long gold hooks have been held in the hands of Zhu Ling's messenger, and the golden hooks are different in the day. A pair of hook heads appear to be huge, like two arc-shaped semicircle, and the edges are extremely sharp, so that there is no doubt that it will cut off everything hooked by it neatly.

"Gga... Boy, you can die under the golden hooks of this messenger, which is also a creation."

"Wow."

The sound of wind and thunder in the air was loud, and Han Feng held Xing Tian and jumped in the air. When his heart moved, the wind formula in the heavenly heart method made him difficult to distinguish the direction like the flutter in the wind, but he did whatever he wanted. With his arm raised and his wrist waved, Xing Tian split his head with the wind tearing the air. It's better to start first, and then suffer. Since he must fight, he decided to attack as defense.

"jia..."

The strange smile came from behind the ghost face of Zhu Ling's messenger, and two golden lights suddenly lit up in his hand, and then flew up and went straight to the Xingtian in Han Feng's hand. He has used 80% of his strength.

"Kill the god of anger!" The roar of the sky changed the wind and clouds. He met the golden light in the air with Han Feng's must-kill blow.

"Rumble."

With the deafening sound, the golden light dissipated and returned to the hands of Zhu Ling's messenger. Han Feng felt a shock in the air, and his body fell gently to the ground behind him with the wind. A tyrannical wind rose from the flat ground about a foot behind him without any warning. For a while, the scene was very powerful. The huge earthquake sent him to the wind behind him through the magical mind. Through the deepening of his understanding of the heavenly method, he has a deeper grasp of its understanding...

There was a strange smile, and Zhu Ling's messenger said, I didn't expect that your boy's ability was okay. It's just that Han Feng, who is in the realm of scattered flowers, was shocked that he could take the blow of his eight successes. He couldn't help but be murderous and must leave this boy here. Otherwise, it will be a disaster in the future.

With one stroke, the two golden hooks flew into the air, emitting dazzling golden light. Like two rounds of sun flying over Han Feng's head, one left and one right sealed all the retreats in the air. Han Feng's eyes are shrinking, killing the enemy. This kind of martial arts is equivalent to killing the enemy with the sword in the practice, and those who are good at martial arts can take the head thousands of miles away. Unexpectedly, this Zhu Ling messenger could do this kind of kung fu and control two golden hooks. In fact, Zhu Ling's messenger was not a real royal flight. He poured a metal that could control the air machine into the two golden hooks. This metal is very rare, but it is a material from the sky. By chance, he was obtained by this Zhu Ling messenger, and he used a special exercise method to exercise it so that it could be controlled in a certain space. Although it was suspected of ingenuity, it was already very powerful. I don't know how many masters' lives were buried under these two golden hooks, and even some masters who were better than him were caught off guard and were killed by him...

Han Feng has a vaguely ominous feeling rising from his heart...

The strange smile of Zhu Ling's messenger echoed at the bottom of the deep river, making people feel a chill from the bottom of their hearts.

"This is what you forced me to..."

Zhu Ling's messenger waved his hands, formed a fingerprint in the air, and then pointed to Han Feng. Two golden hooks hovering in the air suddenly flew towards him. The power of heaven and earth was disordered in an instant, and the golden hook penetrated by the coldness of human skin, which made people feel frozen.

The cold eyes flashed from Han Feng's eyes, and the feeling of danger made him dare not relax at all. The operation of Yuanli has reached its peak. The keen mind firmly locked the air machine with the two golden hooks in the air. Like Youtan's eyes, Gujing is not wave, tightening the muscles of his whole body, like a fierce beast from the flood. Since practicing Xingtian, Han Feng feels that his temperament has changed greatly, especially in the battle, he feels as if he has completely become another person. I can't even control the evil spirit rising in my body. The anger in my heart will explode for no reason...

"Bomb."

The two golden hooks in the air were golden under the control of Zhu Ling's messenger, and then one of them turned into a golden light and came straight to Han Feng's neck. The other handle went straight to his black punishment. Zhu Ling's messenger was designed with one of the black axes that entangled him and the other to take his life, which can be said to be a poisonous machine...

"The magic axe is across the sky."

A thunderous shout sounded, and Han Feng's wrist raised, and the magic axe in his hand had gone straight to the golden light coming to his neck with the sound of breaking the wind. He actually gave up the golden light coming directly. However, his hidden left hand was slightly raised, and an air machine went to the golden hook running to his chest.

"When."

A loud voice sounded, and Xing Tian accurately hit the flying golden hook. The golden light stagnated, and the entity appeared and let the rear fly away. The violent tremor made the air tremble. There was another sound, but this time it was much lighter. The golden light coming from his chest suddenly turned around and flew out diagonally with a bloody light when he was about to hit Han Feng.

It turned out that Han Feng had applied a stringless in the rune with his left hand, condensed into an invisible arrow with metal-colored elements, making the golden light change direction, but it was too hasty, and the golden hook still scratched him. The blood on his right arm made him feel a hot cold pain. The golden hook actually passed through his body protection...

The strange smile of Zhu Ling's messenger was shocking. He didn't drink a treat. I told you to offer the baby early. But I want this messenger to waste energy. But he was also secretly shocked. This blow, full of must-kill, actually let the other party dodge and was only injured in the end. However, the more surprising thing was behind him, and his strange smile stopped abruptly. In his eyes, the wound on Han Feng's arm was no longer bleeding and slowly healed...

Zhu Ling's messenger took a breath of cold air and recovered so quickly that Han Feng surprised him too much. He became more and more determined that there must be some treasure with aura hidden in his body. He had already forgotten the explanation of his ancestor and wanted to get Han Feng's treasure. Gre made him lose his reason. Cunning and greed radiate a strange light in his eyes...

The rapid healing ability of the golden power also reassured Han Feng a lot, but he suffered losses as soon as he came up, which also shocked him.

"Let me see, how many moves can you take?"

In the strange laughter, Zhu Ling's messenger's fingerprints changed, and the two golden hooks suddenly flew abruptly and rotated around Han Feng's head. It seemed that two golden poisonous snakes ready to attack at any time, brought by the demon wind, formed two rapidly rotating tornadoes on his head...