"Young Master!" Ajiu roared angrily. Seeing Ling Fei being injured, his eyes were bloodshot, "Get out of here!"

Thirteenth one pair of iron fists seemed to be poured into steel, each punch was filled with ten thousand pounds of force, and you could hear a faint sound of breaking through the air when you punched it out.

"Thirds stop me and die!" Thirteen said in a stern tone.

"A Jiushisan, others are afraid of you, but we are not afraid." The three men who stood in front of the two sneered. Their strength is no worse than A Jiushisan!

"Kill!" Thirteen punches, no need to say anything, if you don't let the past go, then kill it!

"Ling Fei, hahahaha." Yan Canghai laughed wildly, "Go to die!"

Wang Tianfeng sneered at the corner of his mouth, and Ling Fei would eventually die.

Yan Cangyun nodded with satisfaction, with joy in his eyes. Mr. Ruan was his man, and Mr. Ruan killed Ling Fei, and the bounty and *** were naturally his! With his Yan family background, who dared to act rashly? He got it!

Tick, Tick...

Blood dripped to the ground, dyeing the wooden floor red. This is Ling Fei's blood...

Mr. Ruan was a little cold-hearted: "Sorry, Mr. Ling, I want your head!"

Mr. Ruan sneered and prepared to draw the sword and cut off Ling Fei's head!

"Huh?" Mr. Ruan drew the sword, but found that the sword was immersed in Ling Fei's body and did not move at all. He looked up and Ling Fei's two fingers were holding the sword body, and the sharp eyes were looking at him.

Mr. Ruan snorted coldly and pulled it out even harder, but the sword still didn't move at all! A little bit of a bad feeling surged in Mr. Ruan's heart. Ling Fei was injured, took off his strength, and exhausted his energy. Why do he still have such strength now?

Not good!

Mr. Ruan kicked Ling Fei with one kick, trying to force his sword to draw with his foot power.

Zheng--

With a sword sound, Ling Fei's sad sword was also unsheathed, and Mr. Ruan was kicking him. Ling Fei's unexpected knife made Mr. Ruan not have time to react. A rainbow light flashed, blood splashed, and spread across the sky.

"Hmph!" Mr. Ruan's foot was hit by the sword, and the lower plate was unstable. He groaned and retreated repeatedly, avoiding Ling Fei's attack. He didn't want the sword in his hand, and he stabbed Ling Fei in his chest.

Ling Fei looked down at the sword in his chest and slowly stood up: "Damn it!"

Ling Fei's actions of standing up surprised the audience. What's going on! Isn't Ling Fei so weak that he can't even stand up? Why can he suddenly stand up?

"What's going on? How could Ling Fei stand up?"

"It's fake, I still have the energy to do it all night?"

"Or, looking back? Actually, it's not possible!"

The killers looked surprised, this is...

Silver Dragon frowned: "The breath has become stronger."

"Although I stood up, I still looked very empty. I must have suddenly relied on something and let it breathe." Zero whispered.

"Strength has changed?" The god of death lowered his hand, his cold eyes were strange.

Eve's mind flashed, "Good guy, he broke through!" Could it be that the old ghost man left just now because he discovered this?

Not bad, Ling Fei broke through!

Ling Fei also thought he was about to suffer, but when Mr. Ruan penetrated his chest with a sword, the balloon that had expanded to the extreme finally exploded. An unprecedented warm current flowed through Ling Fei's body, as if countless airflows were rushing around in his body. However, the airflow that was rushing around made the body show a trend of improvement, allowing Ling Fei to lift some strength!

With a cry of tears in the left hand, Zhanlu in the right hand, Ling Fei stood up again, like the god of death walking out of hell, his eyes were fierce and intimidating!

Zhan Lu waved his hand and slashed the sword on his chest. The sword was thrown out in this way, and the sword flew towards Mr. Ruan. Mr. Ruan walked with his back to his hilt, and the hilt hit his back.

Ling Fei swung the sword hilt at a very fast speed and was very powerful. Mr. Ruan groaned, his internal organs trembled, and he staggered and fell to the ground.

Ling Fei and Zhan Lu were behind him, Ming Xin tapped his hand on his chest, pressing his wound. He roared with a whistling sword in his hand, and was astonishingly fast, and he scored a few points faster than he was at the beginning!

Mr. Ruan had a premonition of the crisis and picked up the sword as soon as possible, turning around and stabbing him.

Ling Fei was faster. The moment Mr. Ruan turned around and stabbed, he cried and sang the sword, and wrapped around Mr. Ruan's sword. The cried and sneered like a spirit snake, tangled and strangled along the sword. The sword tip pointed directly at the hand holding the hilt! The tip of the sword circled Mr. Ruan's arm, like a poisonous snake spreading its teeth and biting it on it.

"Hiss!" Mr. Ruan's wrist was cut and blood was sprayed.

Mr. Ruan's hand couldn't help but relax. Ling Fei's hand screamed in his hand and became as hard as steel with a sarcastic sound, and a sword penetrated Mr. Ruan's chest.

"Next!" Ling Fei swept across the sword, and Mr. Ruan was thrown out of the stage, dying, not knowing how to live or die.

Ling Fei, who stood proudly on the stage, silenced the audience. Their silence was not that Ling Fei defeated Mr. Ruan, but that Ling Fei actually stood up!

Everyone was bitter in their hearts. It was finally forced to force Ling Fei to this level. Now it's getting better? How else do they play? Is Ling Fei a little strongman unable to kill him? Why did he get better suddenly? It's incredible.

"What should I do?" Yan Cangyun looked ugly. She finally beat Ling Fei to death. She had a chance to kill him. Now she has no chance...

Uncle Yan pondered a little: "He only breathed a sigh of relief for a while and it wasn't long. However, his strength has indeed improved a little. But if his breath continued, his body would probably be severely damaged, and he would consume too much physical energy, and he would probably be weak for a few days."

"Uncle Yan, can you kill him?" Yan Cangyun held his expectations.

Uncle Yan hesitated after seeing Ling Fei for a moment.

"You can't?" Yan Cangyun was surprised.

"Although he only breathes a sigh of relief now, his strength has improved significantly. I don't know how much it has improved. If he fights with his life, the result is hard to say." Uncle Yan said.

Yan Cangyun breathed a sigh of relief: "As long as you have hope, don't you feel at ease with this tone. Are there so many people there? Is it going to drag him to death sooner or later!"

Yan Cangyun scanned the whole audience. Although there were not many masters left on the field, it was enough to deal with Ling Fei! The remaining elites were the best at the master level. Ling Fei could definitely drag him to death in this breath!

All the children of aristocratic families were in pain. At this time, they must have to go up. Ling Fei would shoot if they didn't go up. They were all put on them and could only passively send people.

"The next one, there are ten seconds left." Ling Fei reminded him when he saw that no one had any action. He was indeed breathing a sigh of relief now. If these people were not solved in a short period of time, the consequences would be unimaginable...

"I'll do it!"

Another master jumped onto the stage, a man holding an Emei thorn. He looked at Ling Fei: "I don't believe that your young master of the Ling family can be so powerful!"

Ling Fei said indifferently, "You'd better call a few more people, oh, now I'll change the rules, five people are in a group, otherwise I'll bully you."

Ling Fei's arrogant tone angered the man: "I am enough for me alone!"

After saying that, the man stepped on the Yunlong and rushed towards Ling Fei carefully.
Chapter completed!