Many people suddenly realized that they were descendants of the executioner.
In ancient times, when the yamen wanted to be executed, they would always be dragged to the execution ground, and then they would call a burly man and chop off the prisoner's head with a knife. Such people were all tough people. After all, ordinary people in this business would It's also incompetent at all. There seems to be nothing remarkable about this chop, it's just a momentary click, but in fact there is something inside. In addition to being strong, many executioners must also learn how to use the knife.
Cold knife brush brush brush brush.
He just shook his wrist and made a beautiful sword dance. Suddenly, the air was filled with a chilling feeling.
"Are you ready to show off?"
Lin Feng said indifferently.
"Pretending? You actually said I'm pretending?"
Lengdao squinted his eyes.
"Hmph, boy, do you think you can defeat me just because you are at level nine? You must know that my combat power is higher than that of Boss Feng!"
"Since you are so arrogant, don't blame me for being ruthless with my cold sword!!"
Uh-huh.
After Leng Dao said this, he rushed over with a big knife, and there was actually a mysterious pace in the air.
"Do you see, this is the foggy pace passed down from my ancestors. In the late Qing Dynasty, martial arts were rampant. My grandfather once studied under a master in Guangdong for seven years. Huh, although I only have some superficial knowledge, I can't deal with you like this. If you breed a minor, you can catch him!!!"
Leng Dao laughed wildly. A domineering aura exuded.
"Amazing!"
"As expected of the Five Great Vajras!"
'This kind of strength is too strong, what a mysterious pace! ! "
Many people looked at it with admiration in their hearts.
Even Ma Sanpao nodded slightly, impressed by the strength of his subordinate.
If we put aside the suppression of level and personal strength in a single round, he is no match for Leng Dao.
At first, he was a little worried, thinking that this was a sacrifice. After all, the level gap was there. There was a strength gap of several thousand kilograms or even ten thousand kilograms between the eighth level and the ninth level.
But now, he is relieved about Leng Dao. Power is not absolute. If the power is great, he can't hit him, so what?
"One knife, kill!"
Uh-huh! ! !
Leng Dao held the knife in both hands and slashed down instantly with an invincible momentum. This knife actually tore the air apart due to the huge increase in power. Extremely domineering.
Qinglian Sword Song! !
Facing the opponent's domineering blow, Lin Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and killed him with the same sword.
Everyone on Sanpao's side showed a hint of disdain at this strike.
In their view.
Lin Feng dared to use the knife in front of the cold knife.
That is, Guan Gong is using a big sword in front of him! Don’t overestimate your capabilities!
Keng! !
But the next moment!
Everyone's smile gradually disappeared.
Only an extremely clear sound was heard, and there were even sparks shooting out.
Then, a person screamed, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and then flew backwards.
Poof.
A knife flew away from his hand, spun a few times in the air, and then was inserted into the ground.
"Why, how could this happen?"
Everyone was dumbfounded, their expressions were frozen, and their eyes were fixed on the man lying on the ground vomiting blood.
This person is no one else.
It's the cold knife! ! Leng Dao twitched twice on the ground and then died.
Don’t overestimate your capabilities!
These four words appeared in their minds again, but these four words were no longer directed at Lin Feng, but at Leng Dao!
Ma Sanpao's face completely fell.
He just watched two of his men die in battle.
Then he got angry, and there was a wave of shock in his heart.
But when he was angry, the others were afraid, and their efforts failed again and again. They watched their two bosses die like this, and they actually lost their courage.
Ma Sanpao came to Lin Feng step by step, leaving a footprint on the road he walked.
There was murderous intent in his eyes.
"Q!"
Li Guang and others are worried about Lin Feng. Compared with boss Leng Daofeng and others, it is obvious that this Ma Sanpao is the real deal! Ninth level strength!
"Master Guno! Kill him to avenge Boss Feng and Leng Dao!!"
Some people saw that Mr. Gun was about to take action himself, and they all screamed wildly. No matter how powerful the boy in front of him is, can he be more powerful than their King of Han City and their Gun Master?
This is obviously impossible. There is no reason, just because Mr. Gun is a ninth-level existence! ! !
Ma Sanpao walked towards Lin Feng step by step. With every step he took, his momentum became stronger. His expression did not change at all, but people who knew him well knew that this was because the moody Pao Ye was in a state of extreme anger. .
It's like a volcano that has been dormant for many years and is on the verge of erupting.
"I, Ma Sanpao, people on the road respectfully call me Ma Ye and Pao Ye, and the rest call me Ma Niubi. It's not that I, Ma Sanpao, have suffered many failures before, but this is the first time that I have suffered such a big fall. , you killed two of my men, I have to avenge this, of course, I, Ma Sanpao, will also abide by the rules and fight in a duel!"
Ma Sanpao came ten steps away from Lin Feng and narrowed his eyes.
As a gangster in Han City, it is impossible for him to have so many people bullying a minor. Although it is the end of the world, people like him have their own benchmark in their hearts.
If this benchmark is broken, then Ma Sanpao will not be the King of Han City, but a hooligan on the street.
Of course, the most important thing is that Ma Sanpao has confidence in himself. His strength is 60,000 kilograms, which is his greatest confidence.
"It's a pity that you are not qualified to challenge me in a duel."
Lin Feng's faint words made Ma Sanpao and others change their expressions, especially Ma Sanpao, the King of Han City, was he not qualified to challenge him in a duel?
"You and I are both ninth-level masters, but you are so arrogant. It is not a good thing for a young man to be young and energetic."
Ma Sanpao narrowed his eyes and said. His eyes were already filled with murderous intent.
But he didn't yell like a shrew in the market. That would insult his status as the King of Han City, and the boss would look like a boss angry.
"Ninth level? Did I say I was a ninth level master?"
What answered him was just Lin Feng's light words.
"what do you mean?"
Ma Sanpao hadn't recovered yet. In an instant, he showed a shocked expression.
boom!
boom!
Lin Feng sneered, and a powerful momentum burst out from him.
moment.
It was extremely noisy, and everyone who said they were coming to kill Lin Feng suddenly became silent. Everyone's expressions were stiff, their mouths were open but they were speechless, and their eyes were shocked by the powerful filled with.
"Tenth level?"
The expressions of Ma Sanpao and the others all changed greatly. At this moment, everyone from Ma Sanpao to the Five King Kongs to the people eating melons had their eyes widened.
The seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy in front of me is actually a tenth-level master?
"Little brother, do you want to challenge me to a duel?"
Lin Feng said with a faint smile.
"come."
A group of people took a few steps back.
"How could it be possible? This young man is actually at the tenth level."
The killing intent that Ma Sanpao had just gathered was like a deflated rubber ball, disappearing without a trace. Ma Sanpao was powerful, the King of Han City, but he was also a ninth-level man. When you reach the tenth level, there is a threshold. People who are not at the ninth level have no idea of the horror of the tenth level. It seems that the tenth level is just one more level than the ninth level. And this step is like going from 0 to 1, the value contained in it is not from 1 to 2.
"You guys, if you don't want to die, please kneel down!'
Lin Feng looked around and shouted indifferently.
(End of chapter)
