Then he stood up and waited for someone to come.???                                                        

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?c?nA moment later, a middle-aged man wearing a simple sketch came from the dense forest, followed by ten subordinates.

Seeing that these people had sharp murderous intent and indifferent expressions, killing people seemed to be simple for them. They were obviously "old men" who had been through the battlefield for a long time. If these people were placed at the same level, they would definitely be much stronger.

But Ling Fei just glanced at ten subordinates casually and then left. The highest cultivation level here was just entering the realm of Xuanshi. His cultivation level was not very stable, and he was even lower than Ling Fei. Naturally, he would not be too worried.

At this time, Ling Fei looked at the middle-aged man with a serious expression. Because he was the only person Ling Fei couldn't see through, he had to ask in a deep voice: "Who are you?" The middle-aged man seemed to be thinking and said expressionlessly: "Killing Tian Organization."

Upon hearing this, Ling Fei couldn't help but tremble. Obviously, he had heard of the terribleness of the Khatian Organization. This organization exists only for killing people. As long as he has money, he can kill anyone for you. Anyone targeted by Khatian will die strangely. There were some chivalrous people who had attacked the Khatian Organization, but they were all killed without exception.

This organization is very mysterious. No one in it has any feelings. They live only to kill people; they die only to kill people. Rixia City has not appeared for decades, but now it is here again. Who will be instructed by this?

Ling Fei said, "Who are you instructed?" "Wang Family." Another emotionless voice came from the middle-aged man. Ling Fei was extremely angry when he heard this and said, "Wang Tianrong, if I can escape smoothly this time, I will take revenge in the future."

Ling Fei looked at these people with vigilance, holding the Blood-Drinking Sword with both hands. The middle-aged man waved his hand and said lightly: "Go to do it." The ten subordinates behind him held the swords and walked slowly towards Ling Fei.

These people cooperated very well, forming a circle to surround Ling Fei. "Kill!" An obese man said a word coldly, and saw a man next to him holding a sword.

He slashed towards Ling Fei on the head. Ling Fei just sideways, and avoided the killing attack. He slashed at him with a blood-drinking sword in his hand.

At this moment, the two people behind Ling Fei suddenly held the sword and slashed him. Ling Fei had no choice but to give up killing him and avoid the attacks of the two people behind him.

The body turned sideways again, avoiding the attacks of the two people behind. This time, Ling Fei did not attack the two people recklessly, but just observed silently. After a long time, Ling Fei found that every time they took action, they had the same figure every time they took a knife.

Grasping this rule, Ling Fei gathered a stream of energy, and the surface of his body was wrapped with golden light covering almost the whole body. Combined with his severe expression, from a distance, he looked like a golden arhat who was present in person.

Just as ten subordinates waved their swords at the same time, Ling Fei's body suddenly turned, and the Blood Drinking Sword kept trembling in Ling Fei's hands. Suddenly, the Blood Drinking Sword flashed with dazzling golden light, as if it was integrated with Ling Fei.

The tip of the sword pointed to the sky, and the light flowed, as if it was pouring down from the void. Immediately, Ling Fei held the blood-drinking sword in his hand, "Die." The sword body was horizontally facing towards the ten people surrounding him.

Ten subordinates looked at Ling Fei in amazement and died in disbelief. Ling Fei recovered and stood there looking at the middle-aged man in the distance. Ling Fei was extremely lucky to kill this time, and the time he grasped was extremely accurate. If he was slowing down a little, he could not kill them all. This gave several people time to attack, and Ling Fei was naturally in danger.

The middle-aged man looked at all this, and there was no sadness in his eyes. Instead, the corners of his mouth raised lightly and said, "It's interesting." Looking at Ling Fei, he was holding the Blood Drinking Sword tightly because he knew that the next battle had just begun, and before it was just a warm-up.

Ling Fei was paying attention to the person in front of him, but he did not realize that the Blood Drinking Sword had changed. Just now, when Ling Fei killed ten people in one fell swoop, the blood stained on the Blood Drinking Sword quietly disappeared. If you look closely, you will see that the original sword body was black and red, but it changed to dark red at this moment, and the Blood Drinking Sword seemed even more weird.

The Blood Drinking Sword suddenly trembled slightly, and Ling Fei frowned slightly. If the Blood Drinking Sword had changed just now, Ling Fei might not have noticed it, but now the Blood Drinking Sword trembled, he really felt it. The Blood Drinking Sword's "escape" before gave him a headache for a long time, and now he is even more in a state of being against the enemy. If the Blood Drinking Sword is making some noise, Ling Fei should be worried. Fortunately, the Blood Drinking Sword did not do anything.

Ling Fei once again focused on the middle-aged man, and he just looked at Ling Fei motionlessly, with no sign of taking action, so the two of them were in a stalemate.

After a long time, Ling Fei couldn't stand this atmosphere and said impatiently: "It's better to take action. I don't like this feeling." The middle-aged man smiled and asked, "Aren't you afraid of death?" Ling Fei snorted, "So what if you are afraid, will you let me go? Even if I die, I will seriously hurt you."

"Is that true?" the middle-aged man smiled faintly. The next moment, the face that was originally full of smile suddenly changed, and a powerful aura suddenly released like a flood, and the indescribable pressure slowly approached Ling Fei.

Ling Fei felt storm in his heart: "How is this possible?" The strong pressure actually made him feel suffocated. This was just a momentum. If he had a random blow, wouldn't he become one of the thousands of souls?
Chapter completed!