“Boring!”

"This is not how you play with swords!"

Lin Feng shook his head and snapped his fingers at the swords around him.

Those sword shadows dissipated instantly, and the long swords fell to the ground one after another, making crackling sounds.

Saw this scene.

Many disciples of the Qingcheng Sword Sect panicked and hurriedly pressed their sword fingers, trying to call out their swords, but the swords were all lying on the ground and there was no response at all.

"Crack!!!"

The sound is muffled.

This time, three strong men died directly, and among them there was also a strong man in the martial spirit realm!

The blood mist fell like rain, falling to the ground, and blood flowed into a river...

"Two thousand hundred pills. Twenty-five minutes."

Lin Feng continued to speak. He looked at the Qingcheng Sword Sect and said calmly:

"Do you want to all die here today?"

"you…"

Wu Kuang's heart was so frightened that he was speechless!

How to fight this?

Led by him, the Qingcheng Sword Formation was easily broken by Lin Feng...

He thought of what the woman in black said last night. Is it true that only the sect master arrives to deal with Lin Feng?

Chen Beixuan looked yearning.

Is this the strength of a cultivator?

And at this moment,

"Ta-ta-ta~"

There was a slight sound of footsteps outside the door.

Immediately afterwards,

An old man walking on crutches, with an old face but extremely sharp eyes walked in.

The old man scanned the audience with indifferent eyes and asked:

"Who is Lin Feng?"

"I am, who are you?"

Lin Feng asked with interest.

"Lin Feng killed more than a dozen people from the Baiyun Chamber of Commerce. The gun king Chen Zi'ang was specially ordered to kill Lin Feng!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man suddenly straightened his rickety back, and the terrifying gunfire burst out from the crutch in his hand, making the tables and chairs around him creak.

Next moment.

"Wow~"

That seemingly ordinary walking stick turned into a shining silver gun!

The old man has an upright figure, holding a silver gun, and his hair is like silver snow. He is dancing in the wind, just like the unparalleled god of war descending to earth!

"Yin~"

The spear in his hand actually made bursts of dragon roaring sounds, as if what he was holding was not a spear but a silver dragon!

And saw this scene.

Everyone in the venue gasped and looked horrified.

"It turns out to be the gun king Chen Ziang who is ranked 130th on the Xia Ranking! Hasn't he been hiding in the world for a long time? How could he avenge the Baiyun Chamber of Commerce?"

"This person has already entered the 130th place on the Summer Rankings thirty years ago, and now his strength is probably even more unfathomable!"

"Oops! How come this Chen Zi'ang is here at this time?"

Yaochen, Yaoyan, Huangmei Taoist, Zhao Wuji and others all spoke out.

Chen Beixuan was silent, but secretly clenched the Long Yun Sword in his hand, planning to use his Ten Thousand Swords Art as soon as Lin Feng was defeated!

Compared with Chen Beixuan and others, Wu Kuang, Zhang Miao and others were trembling with excitement!

Unexpectedly, at this critical moment,

Such a powerful reinforcement unexpectedly arrived!

This is simply God helping me!

"Lin Feng, for the sake of you being considered a person, please kneel down and repent. I will keep your body intact!"

Chen Ziang pointed his gun at Lin Feng and said coldly.

"Have you brought the spirit stone?"

Lin Feng asked.

"Spiritual stone?"

Chen Ziang was stunned for a moment, then sneered and said:

"Lingshi, I never want that stuff!"

"Then you can go die!"

Lin Feng didn't hesitate when he heard this, and slapped his palm out from the air. The palm became countless times bigger in mid-air, as if it was going to cover the sky and the sun!

"It's a small skill, but look at my spear like a dragon!"

Chen Ziang sneered and pointed his spear directly. The gun energy turned into a silver dragon and rushed towards Lin Feng's big hand.

"Boom boom boom!"

In full view of the public,

Lin Feng's big hand and the silver dragon collided instantly, making a roaring sound.

Next moment.

"Bang!"

His big hands easily smashed the silver dragon, pushed him invincibly, and beat Chen Ziang into a bloody mist.

…

Quiet!

Extremely quiet…

When everyone in the venue saw this scene, they immediately fell into a state of sluggishness.

hand!

It was still just a slap, and it killed the gun king Chen Ziang. It seemed that no one could stop Lin Feng's second move...

"Ten minutes left!"

At this time, Lin Feng's faint voice broke the calm in the field.

"So fast, you just had twenty-five minutes!"

A Qingcheng Sword Sect disciple said loudly.

"Crack!"

Lin Feng slapped this person into blood mist, and then said lightly:

"Whatever I say is what I say, anyone who talks back to me will die!"

"you…."

The Supreme Elder Wu Kuang looked pale and felt that his whole heart was cold, as if he had been poured from head to toe by a basin of ice water in the middle of winter!

Who is this Lin Feng!

How could there be such strong young people in today’s martial arts world!

Even the sect leaders of some hidden sects are no match for this person, right?

"Too...the Supreme Elder, I...should we...give him the spiritual stone?"

Another strong martial soul from the Qingcheng Sword Sect said in a trembling voice.

He never thought that one day he would be so scared that his lips would tremble.

When everyone in the audience saw his frightening look, no one would laugh at him, because if it were them at this moment, they would probably be no better than this martial soul powerhouse.

"Lin Feng, 2,300 spirit stones, right? I can give them to you."
To be continued...