Qian Liang looked at Lin Feng who was coming to kill him with a mocking look on his face. Even if Lin Feng is considered a genius, so what?
After all, he is only a fifth-grade martial artist.
Compared with him, he is too young.
The smile on Qian Liang's face became even bigger when he thought of himself killing a genius. He liked killing these geniuses.
Qian Liang also came forward with his sword, and the two fought again. The sound of collision continued, and in the blink of an eye, there were more than thirty moves. Qian Liang's breathing was a little quick, but Lin Feng was already breathing heavily.
There were fine beads of sweat on his forehead.
Very tired.
Qian Liang looked at Lin Feng and said approvingly: "Lin Feng, your hand holding the sword has begun to tremble slightly, and you can hardly hold it anymore. A fourth-grade acquired master who can go through fifty moves under my Qian Liang, No more than one palm. And you, with a fifth-grade body, can hold up fifty moves, which is enough to be proud of."
Lin Feng's eyes were sharp and he said in a deep voice, "It's still unclear who will win."
“Don’t overestimate your own capabilities.”
Qian Liang's face was full of disdain and contempt.
Although he was surprised by Lin Feng's fighting power, if Lin Feng was a third-grade innate, he would definitely be crushed by Lin Feng. But now, he is an innate master, and Lin Feng is at the fifth level.
The gap in strength between the two sides is an insurmountable gap.
"Lin Feng, you deserve to die."
Qian Liang didn't waste any more time and charged forward with his sword again.
"Dang! Dang! Dang!!"
The impact of weapons kept ringing.
Lin Feng kept waving his sword to block, but he retreated step by step, making it difficult to resist.
Qian Liang swung his sword quickly and approached step by step, his attacks becoming more and more domineering.
puff!
Lin Feng's face suddenly turned red, and he spat out a mouthful of blood with a painful look on his face. Even at this moment, he staggered back, his body was in disarray, and there was a flaw in his chest.
The opportunity has come.
Qian Liang's eyes lit up.
He was a man with extremely rich fighting experience, so the moment Lin Feng retreated, Qian Liang stepped forward and slashed with his sword.
Lin Feng stopped and quickly raised his sword to block.
"clang!!"
The two swords collided again.
"Let go!"
Qian Liang used his strength again, and under the impact of Pei Ran's power, the sword in Lin Feng's hand was knocked away.
Kick! Kick!
Lin Feng retreated again.
With this retreat, there was no weapon left.
Qian Liang's rough and cold face showed a proud look. At this moment of killing, he strode forward, and when Lin Feng staggered back, he slashed down with his sword again.
"Die."
Qian Liang drank in his mouth.
The blade of the sword was swift and fierce. The moment Lin Feng stopped, it struck down on Lin Feng's shoulder with a thud. The sword edge penetrated his flesh, pain showed on Lin Feng's face, but his eyes were brighter than ever before.
It's now!
This is what he has been waiting for!
Lin Feng raised his left hand like lightning, grabbed Qian Liang's sword, and restrained Qian Liang's sword.
His right hand was swung out like lightning.
A cold light suddenly appeared in the sleeves.
Bah!
The cold light flashed across Qian Liang's throat. Lin Feng let go of the hand holding the sword and collapsed on the ground. He was panting heavily, sweating profusely at this moment, and no longer had any strength left.
"You, you, how did you..."
Qian Liang's eyes were filled with disbelief.
puff!
The blood marks on his throat split, and blood spurted out like spring water.
There was a clang.
The sword in Qian Liang's hand fell to the ground, and his burly body fell to the ground with him. Qian Liang's remaining consciousness was filled with a sense of incomprehension and disbelief.
How can it be?
He is a third-grade innate master, how could a fifth-grade martial artist fight back. Especially Lin Feng's sword, which was clearly knocked away by him. How could Lin Feng slit his throat?
It's a pity that there will no longer be an answer to all this. Qian Liang only felt that endless darkness invaded his surroundings, completely swallowing up his consciousness. In the blink of an eye, his consciousness disappeared, and there was no longer any breath.
call! !
Lin Feng breathed a long sigh of relief.
Finally won.
If he really wanted to fight Qian Liang head-on, he was no match for Qian Liang. The third-grade innate Qi and strength are far stronger than his. If Lin Feng was a fourth-grade acquired talent, he would be enough to fight Qian Liang.
Now it is only fifth grade, and its strength is still insufficient. Just like this, Lin Feng decided from the beginning to take the initiative to show weakness and hide his strength. In fact, it's not really hidden, it's just leaving a breath of true energy.
He kept attacking hard and paralyzing Qian Liang, making Qian Liang think that Lin Feng's strength was no more than this.
Then, the sword was shot down again.
Under this premise, Qian Liang completely relaxed his vigilance and took no precautions. At the end, Qian Liang fell with a sword, and Lin Feng used the bitter trick to let Qian Liang stand on his shoulders, and then held the sword in his hand to finally paralyze Qian Liang.
Then, the Marrow Cleansing Meridian activates the final burst of true energy, delivering a fatal blow.
Lin Feng always carries Po Jun's dagger with him, so at critical moments, he can kill with one blow.
If not, Lin Feng wouldn't be able to hold on.
Lin Feng was still panting heavily. Even now, blood was pouring from his left arm, shoulder, and his left hand. He was experiencing heartbreaking pain and even blood was flowing.
Lin Feng gritted his teeth and endured the injury. He simply tore off his clothes and bandaged it to stop the bleeding.
At this time, he was even more paralyzed, his energy completely exhausted by the last blow. Even the muscles and bones all over his body felt like they were about to fall apart. After all, he had been in head-on confrontation with Qian Liang and his body was injured.
However, everything is worth it.
Lin Feng is even more proud.
At the level of a fifth-grade martial artist, he could kill a third-grade innate by force, especially with his own strength.
Thinking of Qian Liang's assassination, Lin Feng's expression turned cold again.
Li family, he remembered this grudge.
When he goes to Xianyang, he will definitely capture the Li family and make Li Xu regret today's decision.
"Quick, quick."
Suddenly, Gao Xiaoyu's voice came.
But it was Gao Xiaoyu who left earlier, shouted loudly when he returned to the county government office, and then returned with Wang Yue and a group of government officials.
Gao Xiaoyu ran at the front and saw Lin Feng slumped on the ground with a panicked expression. He quickly squatted down and said, "Sir, I'm late, I'm late."
He was a little panicked.
Lin Feng treated him with great kindness, but Lin Feng was seriously injured, and he blamed himself even more.
Gao Xiaoyu carefully helped Lin Feng up and said, "Master, I will carry you on my back, let's go home."
Lin Feng nodded and lay on Gao Xiaoyu's shoulder.
When Wang Yue saw the situation at the scene, his expression became even colder and he said nothing. He followed Gao Xiaoyu and went straight back to the Lin family. When the housekeeper Mo Twelve learned that Lin Feng was injured, he came out quickly and quickly asked a doctor to bandage Lin Feng's wound and apply medicine carefully.
Mo Twelve stood aside, with his back slightly stooped and his cheeks drooped, but there was a cold light shining in his deep eyes.
Wang Yue looked concerned and asked: "Brother Xian, what's going on? Who dares to rob and kill you in the street? Especially when you are so strong and powerful, you are actually injured."
Lin Feng replied: "The person arranged by Li Xu is named Qian Liang, a third-grade innate master. If I hadn't traded my injuries for my life, I would have been completely defeated this time."
hiss!
Wang Yue couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
Third grade innate.
Wang Yue was even more shocked when he looked at Lin Feng. Lin Feng, who was at the fifth level, had defeated the third level innate.
so amazing.
No matter how Lin Feng won, the result alone was staggering.
After Wang Yue was shocked, he said angrily: "This old man Li Xu is really bullying others. I will send a letter to my father about this matter and ask him to take action."
Lin Feng shook his head and said: "Li Xu sent someone to assassinate him. It is not convenient for my uncle to intervene. Please don't bother my uncle about this matter."
Wang Yue said: "Xian brother, don't worry, I will ask father to take action."
He didn't say much. Maybe it was uneconomical for the Wang family to go to war with the Li family directly for Lin Feng. But in Wang Yue's view, if Li Xu wanted to kill his brother, it was absolutely impossible and he had to get an explanation.
What's more, Lin Feng is still an official.
Wang Yue had an idea in his heart, so he stood up and said, "Brother, please take good care of yourself. I will go back to the county office to write a letter and send a letter to my father first."
Lin Feng nodded, and Wang Yue left in a hurry.
Mo Twelve reminded: "The master of the house is injured. Although the old slave does not understand martial arts, he knows that it takes a hundred days to break the muscles and bones. During these times, the master of the house must pay attention to his recovery and not leave the root of the disease."
Lin Feng said: "It's nothing, don't worry."
Zhao Lexian and Bai Yuyao also hurried back together at this time. Both of them were working in the Huichun Hall and were very panicked when they were notified by Gao Xiaoyu's arranger.
When the two saw Lin Feng's injured appearance, Zhao Lexian was extremely angry, and Bai Yuyao shed tears.
Bai Yuyao sat down in front of Lin Feng and asked, "Husband, how is your health? Is the injury serious?"
Lin Feng said: "It's nothing serious."
Bai Yuyao said: "Who wants to kill my husband?"
Lin Feng chuckled and said, "They are just remnants of the Li family. They have been killed by me, so you don't have to worry."
He didn't talk about Li Xu, only the remnants of the Li family, so as not to worry Bai Yuyao.
Bai Yuyao said: "The people of the Li family are really haunting. They deserve to die."
Lin Feng said: "Okay, I have nothing to do. Let's go down. I'm a little tired and need to rest."
"well."
Bai Yuyao quickly agreed.
Although Zhao Lexian was worried, he was relieved when he saw that Lin Feng's injuries were only on his shoulders and hands, and there were no deeper injuries. Following Bai Yuyao and leaving together, Mo Twelve also bowed and retreated.
Lin Feng then closed his eyes and rested.
This battle was very hard. He lost a lot of blood and was very tired.
After Lin Feng went to bed, it was in the courtyard where the housekeeper Mo Twelve lived. He stood in the room with a cold expression. Even at this moment, Mo Twelve no longer had a stooped posture. Although his temples were gray, there was an aura of chilling.
Next to Mo Twelve, a man in black stood with a bow and a reserved expression.
Mo Twelve scolded: "You secretly followed the young master and actually got him injured. Especially this time, the young master is facing Qian Liang, a third-grade innate master of the Li family. If the young master makes a mistake, can you afford it? ?”
"Asshole!"
Mo Twelve scolded, raised his hand and slapped him away.
Snapped!
The slap was loud.
The man in black was directly knocked to the ground. He argued: "Sir, when Qian Liang blocked the road, the young master arranged for Gao Xiaoyu to ask for help. I thought that with the young master's strength, delaying should be able to do it. Once I send the signal for rescue, I will His identity would be exposed, so he didn't come forward. Unexpectedly, the young master directly killed Qian Liang."
When Mo Twelve heard this, he kicked out and hit the man in black with a bang.
The man in black suddenly looked painful.
But he remained silent.
Mo Twelve said coldly: "Your Majesty's order, I can die if I win Twelve, and you can all die. But the young master cannot die, he is the person your majesty values. This time, the young master killed Qian Liang, but if anything happens If something goes wrong, you and I will both die."
Mo Twelve means winning Twelve.
Following Ying San's instructions, he went to Yongning County under the alias Mo Twelve and entered Lin Feng's house, specifically responsible for protecting Lin Feng's safety.
"Are you worried about your identity being exposed?"
"As long as my identity is not exposed, everything will be fine."
"I will report this matter to Your Majesty to plead guilty. It is my fault for being lax. But if it happens again next time, you can deal with it yourself and don't let me kill you."
Ying Twelve felt happy.
Thanks to Lin Feng's prowess, he was able to kill a third-grade innate master with a fifth-grade body. He admired Lin Feng even more. It was almost impossible for a warrior in the world to kill a third-level warrior at the fifth-level realm.
Lin Feng did it.
Ying Twelve looked at the man in black on the ground and scolded: "Go away, don't be an eyesore here."
"yes!"
The man in black left quietly.
Ying Twelve sat down, looked through the fighting information that was submitted, wrote a letter, and then quietly sent it to someone.
