Chapter 124 The End of the Battle of Jianfeng

The blood finally ran out, and the strange dark red flowers withered when the pool of blood in Lin Jian's hand was exhausted.

However, the charming dark red on the arms did not stop spreading, and their rapid extension occupied and swallowed every inch of skin they encountered. Gradually, Lin Jian's whole arm turned into a strange dark red.

Dark red like the flames of hell.

The strange and mysterious dark red.

It can almost inhale people's hearts, making people can't help but worship the dark red of fear.

After occupying Lin Jian's arm, the dark red did not stop. Slowly extending, the dark red devoured the previously burning skin at a speed visible to the naked eye. Soon, Lin Jian**'s neck and head outside were all shocking and strange dark red.

It is also strange that Lin Jian's original painful expression gradually disappeared with the spread of the dark red devouring, replaced by an indescribable comfortable and refreshing look.

"They are really weird!" Lin Feng felt that his head had never been as painful as today. Looking at the strange evolution on Lin Jian's body, he knew that this evolution would be very unfavorable to Lin Jian, whether it was good or bad.

The body was tense in an instant, and all the strength was concentrated in the limbs. The powerful sword yuan rumbled in the meridians and then quickly injected the broken sword. The divine consciousness also did not hesitate to push the nest and pressed Lin Jian to lock his position tightly.

With a roar, Lin Feng's sword turned into a meteor and crashed into Lin Jian fiercely.

With a loud bang, Lin Feng flew back like a broken kite.

Lin Jian still stood intact, and around him, a circle of dark red flames loomed.

Looking at Lin Jian in disbelief, Lin Feng reached out and wiped a trace of blood from the corners of his mouth.

"What the hell is this?" Lin Feng is about to go crazy.

"The great god of dark fire, may your fallen sword give me supreme power. I will offer my pious soul, fallen body, useless flesh and blood into your arms. Lin Jian's body was gradually wrapped in dark red, becoming more and more strange.

At the same time, the sky above Lin Jian's head suddenly turned dark. There were black stars and moons, quietly covering him, and the glory of the autumn sun could not shine in it.

"Magic World?" Lin Feng was shocked and looked at Lin Jian with puzzlement.

And the old man's face changed greatly when he heard Lin Jian say that. It is said that some swordsmen can summon demon possession, causing incomparable harm and consequences. As for what it is, he is not very precise.

The old man's manual movement wants to kill this monster that he doesn't know what to become. But when his eyes crossed Lin Feng, he frowned and thought for a while, and the quietly condensed power dissipated unconsciously.

"Lend my hand, hold my sword, and with my body, let your glory spread all over the world. I will be your loyal servant and witness your supreme achievements in the world. And return to the darkness with you when the sun sets and serve the left and right that accompany you. Lin Jian's mouth moved slowly, and his originally fiery lips had turned dark red, like a gloomy hell.

His voice was low but cold. As the word popped out, the whole ring blew a cold and extremely majestic wind. It seems that with his call for sacrifice, an unknown evil existence has come to the world.

Lin Feng's mood was a little heavy, although he didn't know what had happened to Lin Jian. But it is certain that Lin Jian at this time is neither Lin Jian nor the previous Lin Jian.

I lost a few [flame Guiyuan Dan] in his mouth, and Lin Feng looked at Lin Jian quietly and was silent.

"Ji Jie..." Lin Jian suddenly sneered at the corners of his mouth, and then he opened his eyes.

The broken and burst meridians in his body have already disappeared at this time, and the sea of air has also been destroyed, just like the continent after the typhoon.

Lin Jian didn't care. He gently pinched his arm and felt the powerful power inside, and then laughed happily. With a hand, the long sword has been quietly held in his hand.

Originally, he was broken by Lin Feng's sword, and he was basically equivalent to a useless person. Instead, when the fire burned his body, he abruptly reversed the meridians and destroyed all the meridians in his body, and then he heard the call of darkness.

Then, an inexplicable magic power appeared in Lin Jian's sea of knowledge. The corners of his body began to slowly escape a trace of dark things, and then these things merged with divine consciousness to form a new thing.

Gently clenched his fist, and a series of bursts sounded. This is a new power, but according to the division of the sword level in the human world, this is already a power that can only be possessed by the six swordsmen.

Waving his sword casually, a sword spirit disappeared into the ring. A small black hole with an invisible bottom appeared on the ring.

Lin Jian looked at Lin Feng twisting his neck and said with a ferocious smile, "Although I don't know who you are, I really hate to see you." His smile became more and more ferocious and violent: "So, I have to ask you to die."

"..." Lin Feng felt really speechless. He really didn't know what was going on with this damn Lin Jian. Obviously, he had lost his memory. Why did he remember himself so clearly? This is unreasonable. He is not a beautiful woman.

Reached out and grabbed it, and the dark red protective circle in front of him had disappeared without a trace. Lin Jian cracked his mouth and laughed happily, and then he left a shadow in the air and quickly wiped it away to Lin Feng's neck.

Insidious and poisonous without dragging.

It was not until the coldness of the sword touched the neck, and a large area of goose bumps gushed out of the neck that Lin Feng reacted. He dodged in a hurry, and his face was shocked.

"How can this... be possible?" Lin Feng called out in a tone and awkwardly resisted Lin Jian's pervasive attack like rain. Even if he used all his milking strength, Lin Jian left a lot of wounds on his body.

"Bumm..." At this moment, Lin Feng felt a glimmer of blankness in his head. When he woke up, he watched Lin Jian's sword, which had also turned dark red, cut into his thigh fiercely.

jumped back desperately, and Lin Feng struggled to avoid the disaster of broken legs. Just a deeply visible bone wound had appeared, and a large amount of blood was spewing out desperately.

"God attack?" Lin Feng looked at Lin Jian in horror regardless of the wound on his leg.

"Hey..." Lin Jian opened his mouth and laughed: "Blessed me, I seem to understand a little trick."

Looking at the dark red sword that rushed over again like a stormy wave, Lin Feng took a deep breath. Calm down the stormy waves in his heart, and Lin Feng's heart slowly returned to calm.

The more dangerous the scene, the calmer some people are. This is an extremely rare talent or instinct. Because many masters panicked after meeting a strange opponent, and then they all died.

At this time, Lin Feng's heart is as quiet as the surface of the lake, and the silence of the ancient well without waves.

Although Lin Jian's sword move is fast and vicious, it is like a stone thrown into Lin Feng's quiet heart lake. Feeling the ripples on the lake, Lin Feng's sword blocked the poisonous sword at the most appropriate time.

The divine consciousness is quickly surrounded, as dense as a spider web.

Soon, Lin Jian's dark red consciousness stabbed Lin Feng again. Like a moth rushing to the spider web, Lin Feng sensed this change in an instant, and the divine consciousness instantly attacked and intercepted the dark red divine consciousness.

Gradually, Lin Feng became more and more profiant, and Xinhu and the divine spider web projected Lin Jian's moves in his mind. Although the power is one level lower than that of Lin Jian, those moves are extremely clear in his mind, and Lin Feng can find the weakness in an instant and break it with cleverness.

Fortunately, this guy's instinctive swordsmanship has also been lost with another inexplicable change, otherwise he would have died a hundred lives today. Lin Feng was secretly happy in his heart.

Suddenly, Lin Jian stopped the sword and divine attack, and he stood still.

Lin Feng was a little surprised, but he did not relax and watched his every move warily.

With one breath, there is a black thing slowly flowing. A trace of pain gradually appeared on Lin Jian's face, and soon the pain became unbearable, and big drops of strange dark red ** flowed from his forehead.

"Huh...suck...Huh...suck..."

The sound of breathing gradually increased, and even Lin Feng could be clearly heard.

With the continuous growth of the breathing sound, the black starry sky above Lin Jian's head also began to shrink rhythmically, just like the resonance between the two, which is about to merge into one.

The contraction speed of the black starry sky is getting faster and faster, and then a black breath slowly casts down with the breath.

It's light, thin but thick. Black is like ink spit out by a squid.

A wisp of black silk thread slowly appeared with the breath of the black starry sky, and then continued to extend downward, slowly reaching the top of Lin Jian's head.

As soon as it touched Lin Jian's head, the black line quickly penetrated in, as if the fly met the most beautiful delicacy in the world,

The feeling that the silk thread can't wait to enter even has the meaning of a long drought.

And as the black silk thread entered, Lin Jian's face became comfortable in an instant. It seems that a smoker was isolated for dozens of days and finally found a cigarette and quickly lit * to take a breath.

The wisps of black lines hovered over Lin Jian's head for a while, and soon all of them entered and could no longer be seen. The sky above Lin Jian's head soon regained calm, and Lin Jian also opened his eyes.

Lin Jian finally got his eyes. He looked at the long sword in his hand, and then threw him aside with great disdain. It seemed that this was no longer the three-grade sword he wanted to hold every day when he got it.

Looking at Lin Jian's movements doubtfully, Lin Feng thought he was stupid and his head was damaged by the black line.

But he soon knew that his head was broken.

Lin Jian's hands closed, and then slowly opened out, and then a dark red sword gradually appeared.

Looking at the new sword in his hand with satisfaction, Lin Jian looked at Lin Feng, who was still stunned and straight, and quickly split over.

My heart and consciousness felt a long sword at the same time, and Lin Feng was more and more stunned. What kind of sword is this?

"Dong..." hurriedly came out of the sword to resist, and the two swords intersect each other with a crisp sound, but Lin Feng soon screamed. Because the long sword suddenly broke into two pieces, and the broken piece quickly stabbed into Lin Feng's chest. Even if he saw the opportunity quickly, it also left a deeply visible bone wound on it.

Before this was finished, the sword in the divine consciousness suddenly broke into two pieces, and the broken sword pierced his consciousness fiercely.

"Ah..." Feeling the double pain on the mind and the body, Lin Feng grinned.

"What a strange sword!" The sword that died together made a move, and Lin Feng quickly pulled away when Lin Jian retreated. Then he saw a more strange scene. After kissing his chest quickly, the broken sword instantly returned to the broken sword in Lin Jian's hand, and then it fused tightly and seemed to have never broken.

"Shenyuan Sword!" The old man's voice sounded, "The sword unique to the magic world."

"What a horse?" Lin Feng was confused and said that there was an old demon living in his sea of knowledge.

"There are two mainstream cultivation in the demon world, one is the divine sword, and the other is only the cultivation of divine consciousness." The phantom voice sounded at the right time: "The Shenyuan sword is the sword that combines divine consciousness and Jianyuan. Because it is formed by divine consciousness and Jianyuan, he has the dual advantages of divine consciousness and Jianyuan at the same time. He is fast and unpreventable, and can be shaped at will.

"So cruel?!" Hearing this, Lin Feng secretly cried bitterly and saw Lin Jian rushing up again with a ferocious smile. He bit his teeth and stared at him fiercely and was extremely sad and angry. Well, you can't help it now. You can withdraw first.

"Is there any good solution?" Lin Feng quickly exchanged opinions with the illusion in the sea of knowledge.

"No." The phantom voice also has a malicious meaning: "Unless you also break through to the sixth grade of the swordsman."

"How is that possible?" Lin Feng secretly complained, because he avoided passive resistance to the enemy and had a lot of wounds on his body.

"Breakthrough is not a cabbage. Do you think you can break through by taking two laps on the street?" Lin Feng said angrily, and sometimes exchanged some desperate moves for some time to survive.

"Hey, there is another way." He gloated and said, "You use this turtle's means, and then drag him to the exhaustion of the sword and vitality, and then you go forward to cut off his good head."

"..." Lin Feng became ashamed and angry. While avoiding the Shenyuan Sword sadly, he argued fiercely: "How can that be called a turtle means? I'm going to temporarily avoid the enemy's sharpness, nourishing my energy and waiting for the opportunity to resist! This is called strategy!"

"Hahaha..." The fantasy sea of knowledge laughed crazily, and tears flowed out: "The cooked duck has a hard mouth, hey, in that case, you can continue to have a good strategy. Well, as for whether you believe it or not, I don't believe it anyway!"

The Shenyuan Sword is getting more and more weird, the moves are getting more and more tricky, and the changes are more and more unpredictable. Lin Feng carefully felt his divine consciousness, and then found that even his spider webs scattered outside had been swallowed up a lot, and his face became more and more ugly.

"No..." Feeling that Lin Jian's divine sword became more and more majestic because he devoured a little of his divine consciousness, Lin Feng knew that the more consumed it was, the more unfavorable it was to him.

"According to the fantasy, you must first reach the strength of the swordsman's sixth grade." Lin Feng bit his lips fiercely and awkwardly avoided Lin Jian's Shenyuan sword. He was very anxious: "But what should I do?"

Strength is not what you want to break, you can break it!

"Break?" Thinking that he had entered the swordsman's fifth grade in one fell swoo because the meridians were broken a few days later, there was a faint hope in Lin Feng's heart: "Will it not be broken and stand up?" He muttered to himself.

Feeling his weaker consciousness and looking at more and more wounds on his body, Lin Feng's eyes flashed sharply, and there was a decision in his heart: "Isn't it death? Anyway, it's all dead. It's better to fight!"

Take back the divine consciousness, take back the sword, and bite a few [Flame Guiyuan Dan] hidden in your mouth. Lin Feng's [Forging God] and [Breaking Sword Tips] run crazily at the same time.

He coldly looked at the approaching Shenyuan Sword, the dark red color gradually reflected his face into a strange dark red, felt the dark red eager to try excited cry for his consciousness, felt the warm blood slowly flowing down from his throat because of the sword wind, and his heart became more and more Calmness.

The world around him is far away, leaving only a quiet person.

Lin Feng's eyes calmly looked at Lin Jian's face, which was more and more crazy because of the ferocious smile on his face. Even his broken sword slowly drooped to his side and withdrew all defenses.

The body instinct wants to fight back and make the final struggle of the beast. However, at this moment, Lin Feng, with an unprecedented calm head, stopped the instinctive movement of his body and stood still.

I can already smell the fishy smell from the mouth of the god of death, although the fishy smell is only from Lin Jian's mouth. Lin Feng's [broken sword formula] and [forging god] are running faster and faster, and there is a faint roar.

The tip of the Shenyuan Sword has entered Lin Feng's throat, and the strange tip of the sword is not cold, but an inexplicable warmth.

But it is definitely the kind of warmth that Lin Feng hates the most.

There has been a trace of golden sword and black consciousness slowly gushing out of the broken throat, mixed with the bright red and warm blood, three colors, plus the dark red of the tip of the sword itself, which is more and more touching.

Lin Jian's smile became more and more ferocious. He felt that as long as he used a little force, or just a little force, he could turn the hateful guy in front of him into a mummified man from the depths of his heart.

Yes, it's a mummified corpse. His mellow blood, deeply intoxicating consciousness and the disgusting but still fascinating flesh and blood will soon be absorbed by the baby Shenyuan Sword and then integrate into it and return to his body.

"Is this the taste of death?" Lin Feng quietly tasted death and gradually enveloped him with a calm expression.

"But I don't want to!" There is a trace of insignificant will in Lin Feng's heart. This is the will to live. He has given up defense before. Lin Feng's body is already full of a kind of twilight death, as if he really died.

At this time, although the will of life was weak, it came out tenaciously.

A spark can start a prairie fire. The will of that life has just grown rapidly, just like in late winter and early spring, a tender grass quietly yawned and grew out secretly.

Then there is the green all over the mountain.

He was expelled quickly, and the will of life filled Lin Feng's mind. This student's will is everywhere. When it came into contact with the crazy sword and divine consciousness in Lin Feng's body, a ray of sunlight finally shone in.

"So fierce? Is that okay?" The illusion in the sea was stunned and speechless.

As soon as the fantasy voice fell, Lin Feng felt that some confinement of his body was broken.

Jianyuan and divine consciousness, who reached synchronization under the will of life, were reluctantly entangled for a while before returning to their own territory and running again. Then there is ubiquitous sunlight in the body.

"Finally broken." Lin Feng smiled, and then he retreated without warning. The tip of the sword, which had already entered his throat, was pulled out, and a small strand of blood spewed out.

"Well... this is my precious blood!" Lin Feng looked at the blood stains on the ground with dissatisfaction and was very unhappy.

Sneathly stole a little black fog, and Lin Feng's consciousness stopped the wound between his throat in an instant.

"Now, you can fall from heaven to hell again." Lin Feng looked at Lin Jian and announced domineeringly.

It's just that the throat punctured by Lin Jian was a little leaky, so his voice was also a little hoarse.

"Is it?" Lin Jian's eyes became more and more cruel. He had tasted the fat and hungry wolf of the lamb. How could he be interested in the rotten and smelly corpses on the ground? How can you give up arresting the seemingly weak lamb?

As soon as the words fell, Lin Jian's divine sword turned into a pile of dense small daggers and quickly stabbed Lin Feng.

The broken sword casually flashed left and right, and the spider web quietly cracked.

Only the golden sword and divine consciousness of the five-grade swordsman can barely block the six-grade Lin Jian. How can Lin Feng, who has been fully upgraded, still care about Lin Jian's seemingly fierce but weak attack?!

Well, although the weak attack almost turned him over. But Lin Feng has now turned over as the master.

"Hey!" Lin Feng's body shook left and right, and the broken sword was extremely unrestrained with his elegant figure.

The golden sword of the sixth grade waved desperately, and the divine consciousness also rudely devoured and tore the divine consciousness on the divine sword. In a short time, the seemingly spectacular Shenyuan Sword Array was broken and dissipated into spots due to the destruction of divine consciousness.

"Men's Sword!" Feeling the extremely surging sword and the unstoppable consciousness in his body, looking at the inexplicable creature as stubborn as Xiaoqiang (well, now Lin Jian is indeed an inexplicable creature), the brilliant sword that his father finally used when he entered the back mountain because of the guy in front of him suddenly appeared in his mind. The huge scene.

"Father is still unconscious because of your use of the man's sword." Constantly condensing his strength and gradually unifying his spirit, Lin Feng muttered, "So today I will also use the man's sword to defeat you and win the fifth grade [Ganlin Grass] to restore his mind!" The sword yuan divine consciousness slowly converged, and the man's sword gradually took shape.

A hurricane slowly formed. As the light on the broken sword flashed and grew rapidly, it gradually dispersed the dark sky above Lin Jian's head, slowly showing the high and clear autumn sky.

"It begins with the sword of men and ends with the sword of men." Lin Feng looked piously at the powerful broken sword in his hand and smiled comfortably: "It's like drawing a circle, but after all, it's back to the original point. This seems to be very good."

The man's sword fell suddenly, and Lin Jian screamed and was smashed into the ring.

This powerful sword, even the sword protection set by the old man, failed to prevent the ring from being destroyed.

A one-width crack spread far away from the position where Lin Feng stood. Fortunately, the old man saw that the machine was not good, and he quickly laid a thick protective net at the front end of the crack in the ring to cause unnecessary casualties.

"So fierce?" The old man looked at Lin Feng stupidly, with an incredible shock on his face. Outsiders may not agree with the past, thinking that this kind of crack can be easily caused as long as it is the fourth grade of the swordsman. Only he knew in his heart how strong the protection he laid was, and only he understood the extreme power of Lin Feng's sword just now.

After splitting this sword, Lin Feng stood in place stupidly, and finally muttered that he didn't know what he was talking about. Only when you get closer can you hear clearly vaguely: "The divine sword Yuan Jingyuan has been used, and it has reached an inexplicable unity. Is this magic that Lin Feng's ancestors founded and passed down from generation to generation? Well, although it may only be a semi-theological art.

Feering the almost empty sword spirit and the unprecedented weak body in his body, Lin Feng touched his chin and finally understood: "I don't know how Lin Feng's ancestor got it. The sword just now can squander everything in a person's body, including the divine knowledge and essence without cultivation, which is equivalent to using It's human life. No wonder it can only be used at a critical moment.

"What a strong ancestor of Lin Feng!" Although he only vaguely felt the meaning of this sword, it still made Lin Feng worship the ancestor thousands of years ago to the extreme. It was indeed a pervert! Thinking of the magic description of the local stars, Lin Feng's worship of Lin Tian's ancestors has become the endless water of the Yellow River. This is not just a pervert, it's simply a beast and inhuman pervert!

"Well..." Slowly walking to the place where Lin Jian lay dead, Lin Feng couldn't help thinking of the sky in the sea and couldn't help muttering, is this guy his perverted and inhuman Lin Tian's ancestor?

However, Lin Jian's flesh and blood were vaguely inlaid in the middle of the ring, and a straight and smooth wound cut down from his forehead, almost cutting him from the middle into two halves.

"Isn't he dead yet?" Lin Feng looked at Lin Jian's lips that almost split into four pieces and still said something, and felt more admiring him for his strong vitality. Lin Feng, who could faintly see the wriggling internal organs and white penetrating bones, turned around and muttered in his mouth, "Well, the color of your skin and body has returned to normal, but I don't know if your mental memory has returned to normal?"

"Recovered." The intermittent voice smiled very much but still sounded clearly in Lin Feng's ear.

"Well..." resisting his disgust and horror, Lin Feng turned around and looked at Lin Jian without focus, with a smile on his face: "So, you have to thank me. After all, I saved you indirectly."

"Ha ha..." He smiled with difficulty and became four lips squirming gently: "Thank you. But I really didn't expect that things are impermanent. What happened today is really unexpected.

The first unexpected is that he still lost after a series of changes, and the second unexpected is that Lin Feng indirectly saved his life and pulled him back from a muddle-headed state, although he was about to die.

"Lin Feng, can you promise me a condition?" Although the lips split into four were very awkward and difficult to speak, and blood flowed out from time to time, Lin Jian still said with difficulty.

"What?" Lin Feng is a little curious.

"Let go of my parents." Lin Jian's voice is extremely firm: "I know that the Lin clan will definitely fall into your hands after today. At that time, I hope you can let go of my parents. No matter how much we fight, we have nothing to do with them.

"Good!" Lin simply replied that the authenticity of it needs to be verified.

"Thank you." A sincere smile appeared on Lin Jian's face. It is often said that Taoist people are about to die, and his words are also good. At this time, although Lin Jian's face was extremely horrible, and his nose and mouth were divided into two halves, his smile was unprecedentedly beautiful from the bottom of his heart.

"Then I can die at ease." After saying this, Lin Jian quietly closed his eyes and his tone was also very calm.

Lin Feng finally overcame his inner nausea and fear, looked at Lin Jian's state at this time and sighed helplessly.

The world plays tricks on people and creates tricks on people. The two of them originally belonged to the peerless heroes of the Lin clan, but in the end they can only live and die, which is also helpless.

Looking at Lin Jian slowly closing his eyes, looking at the fair and warm autumn sun quietly sprinkled on Lin Jian's horrible almost impossible to be called human body, and looking at Lin Jian's heartfelt warm smile still remaining in the corners of his eyes, Lin Feng turned silently. Pass the body.

Looking at the infinitely extended crack in front of him with a complex look, thinking that there was a life as vigorous and young as himself but soon withering in the crack behind him, Lin Feng suddenly cracked his mouth and smiled.

He squatted down violently, broke his sword and stabbed into a tattered but still dead body.

"How do you...how do you know?" Lin Jian's intermittent voice came from behind him.

"If you want me to let your parents go, the best way is to pull me to die together." Lin Feng's voice was extremely flat and seemed to be saying a trivial thing: "Although your smile is sincere from the bottom of your heart, the corners of your eyes betray you, and it keeps squinting at the upper right. So, you are really not suitable for acting.

"Have you seen my sword a long time ago?" Lin Jian's voice was a little weak. With the passage of vitality, it has become a luxury for him to express his anger and hatred through loud voices.

But this weak but angry voice also has a different thrilling meaning. Listening to this reluctant voice like resentment with their own lives, the people under the ring couldn't help shivering and subconsciously retreated a few steps.

"You pretend not to see me, pretend to agree to my conditions, pretend to comfort me and pity me, and then turn around to give me an illusion. You seduced me with your words and deeds. Look, look, the sword is right beside you. He has completely sympathized with you and has no defense against you. The opportunity will never come again. You quickly stab him to death with a sword!" Lin Jian finally reached the end of his life, and he vented his anger and resentment with his life.

"Are you still afraid of me?" Lin Jian laughed like a nervous: "Yes, a creature as strong as me, you still have to kill me after all. Hahaha..."

The sound stopped abruptly, like a dilapidated radio squeaking for a while and suddenly broke down. Lin Jian's eyes were wide open, and his eyes, which had long lost his life, looked at the beautiful autumn sky.

The sun is shining brightly and Lin Jian withers.

Gently pulled out his broken sword, Lin Feng casually wiped back his sword and put it into the sheath. He stood still and stood stupidly for a long time, feeling that something inexplicably gradually left his body and dissipated without silently greeting.

Those ugly things, either killed by him or committed suicide, finally disappeared.

"Hey..." He smiled stupidly twice. Lin Feng quietly looked at Lin Jian, who was completely dead, and muttered to himself, "This world doesn't hide five, six, seven or eight tricks. I really don't know how to die. Do you think I'm as stupid as you?!"

If Lin Jian, who died miserably, heard this sentence, I'm afraid that the fraudulent corpse would jump up and smash Lin Feng to pieces.

Without nostalgia, Lin Feng limped towards the old man.

After hearing the old man announce that he had won the first place, Lin Feng sat down in the ring with no image. In fact, he took out a bottle of trauma medicine from the world of broken sword marks and treated his wounds as if no one else.

The people under the ring foolishly looked at Lin Feng, who grinned at the pain from time to time. Somehow, a chill slowly emerged from their hearts, and then they tacitly retreated a few steps.

The giants of the vast town in the distance looked at Lin Feng, who had a rogue image in the ring, thought of his amazing moves just now, looked at each other and sighed.

They know that a new era is coming.

Lin Lianhua and Lin Xijun ran to the ring. One was his similar confidant and the other was his "beauty" confidant, and there was a lot less scruples at the moment.

The old man looked helplessly at Lin Feng, who was as if no one was treating his wound. After staring fiercely, he announced helplessly: "The first place in this five-year match of the Lin clan is Lin Feng. Due to the accidental death of the second place, the original third place Lin Menger is now the second place, and Lin Lianhua is the second place. Three. The prizes will be distributed at the Forest Conference tomorrow.

Lin Lianhua's eyes at Lin Feng became more and more enthusiastic. He punched Lin Feng in the chest, and he cracked his mouth and laughed stupidly: "Hey, big brother, you will be my big brother in the future. Hey, did you get the Sanpin Flying Sword like this? Hey..."

Looking depressedly at Lin Lianhua without any connotation, Lin Feng curled his lips and stood up disdainfully. Relying the farewell of Lin Lianhua and Lin Xijun, Lin Feng walked home alone.

He now just feels a kind of fatigue, a kind of fatigue emanating from all over his body.

The people in the ring silently separated a road, and people looked at Lin Feng's staggering figure with a complicated look.

The sun is shining brightly and quietly covering everything in the world. There is bright sunshine on the withered yellow grass, and there is also bright sunshine on the brown branches that have long been slanted to the sky without leaves. The bright sunshine quietly spread on Lin Feng's body, inlaid him with a layer of brilliant gold edges.

However, under the bright sunshine, on the quiet path, in the vast world, this young man with Phnom Penh hung his head and closed his eyes and walked alone, with an equally tired and lonely figure behind him.

He walked slowly, and the figure gradually integrated into an independent world. In this lively world, birds are singing crisply and cheerfully, and people are buzzing and discussing pointing, but none of this has anything to do with him. He walks helplessly. In that world, he still walks alone and helplessly.

The bright sunshine drew a sad back on the ground, and the back gradually disappeared.

The old man looked at the lonely figure of the teenager and sighed deeply.

Loneliness is necessary, loneliness is inevitable, and the enemy of the world is inevitable. You must endure all this.

seemed to feel something. His eyes stared at several people walking quickly in the shadow of the sun. He hummed coldly, and his body instantly appeared on the path that Lin Feng had just walked.

"Some people have to die." The old man cracked his mouth and showed his big yellow teeth that had not been cleaned for a long time and laughed: "Well, it is necessary to fulfill your death wishes."

Looking coldly at the stopped figures, the old man's voice was as cold as the ice that would not melt for ten thousand years on the snowy mountain, and he said domineeringly: "It's really bold to dare to be wild on the territory of my forest clan. Humph! If you don't want to die, get out of here immediately!"

Ps1: Volume 1 is finally finished and will enter a new chapter tomorrow.

Ps2: On the basis of my hard work to finish a volume, I will scatter a few red tickets and give them a few collections.