Peerless Martial God

"This prison, let me come!"

Lin Feng’s voice is not too big, but it is very clear enough for everyone to hear clearly.

The crowd looked at Lin Feng, and his eyes were full of surprises. The young and handsome young man, he had to fight with the tigers.

It can be said that every person who enters the prison to carry out the prison is not weak. They dare not take their own lives to make jokes. Only when they have certain certainty to do it, but even so, there are still 28 people. He died in the hands of the tiger, and it can be seen from here that the tiger is strong.

It is very difficult to fight the martial arts in the four martial arts.

As for those who are below the four levels of Lingwu, they do not need to consider it. Therefore, the other party dares to open a sky-high price of one hundred yuan, which is impossible for anyone to get.

When Bai Ze and others saw Lin Feng standing up, they all showed a cold smile. It seems that another disciple of the galaxy was going to die in the prison.

"Unfortunately, I am afraid I will be disappointed if I want to see people who have humiliated him."

Huang Yi man smiled coldly, Lin Feng, even wants to fight the tiger, find death.

"The people are the untouchables. For the sake of the district, the life is not to be used, but the commandment is not worth the money."

Lin Feng turned his eyes and his eyes fell on the body of Huang Yi. His eyes showed a hint of play.

"Prison field, allowing prisoners between people, they provide prisoners, you, do you want to try with me?"

Lin Feng’s voice is as big as that of Huang Yi’s youth. How many people have heard the words of Huang Yi’s youth, and Lin Feng’s words have been passed to many people’s ears.

His face was slightly stiff, and Huang Yi’s youth did not pick up.

"The war doesn't dare to fight, what kind of fart are you there? Waste, except for one mouth, you can talk big, what is the skill!"

Lin Feng’s tone was full of irony, and Huang Yi’s young eyes were condensed there. He felt the strange look around him. He was even cold and staring at Lin Feng.

"Take your own insults!"

Asked Ao Xue with a light smile, the sound is particularly harsh.

No need to pay attention to the other party, Lin Feng lifted his footsteps and walked to the side of the old man outside the prison.

I saw the old man immediately open the prison door and put Lin Feng into it.

Lin Feng stepped into the prison gate and suddenly felt a repressed breath, as if he was tied in a cage. This feeling is very uncomfortable.

When the tiger saw Lin Feng coming in, he immediately made a low-pitched voice.

The spirits and beasts already have wisdom. They know who is the enemy and they know that as long as they don’t kill Lin Feng, they die.

The small eyes picked up slightly and shot the sharp cold light. The body of the tiger slowly squirmed toward Lin Feng.

Lin Feng is very indifferent towards the tiger, stepping steady, eyes calm, useless and nervous.

At this time, the huge body of the tiger suddenly jumped up and rushed toward Lin Feng. Compared with the previous creep, the speed of the moment did not know how much faster.

"eight wild palms!"

Lin Feng’s hands trembled, and suddenly, the palm prints were all over the sky, and they roared out. With the metamorphosis of martial arts, Lin Feng’s random blow was enough to kill the ordinary four people.

When the tiger saw the sky and the palm of the hand, it did not evade. The cold claws were cut on the palm prints, and many of the palm prints were broken directly. It was extremely sharp.

Of course, the eight wild palms and the palm prints are all eight, and the tigers can't all break open. There are still a lot of palm prints on it, so that the tigers have made a few low roars, and the huge body has landed on the ground, but What surprised Lin Feng was that he was directly attacked by the Eight Wilds, and he was not hurt by a little bit.

"Sure enough, it's a metamorphosis defense."

Lin Feng secretly screams, no wonder it can kill 28 martial arts.

The low humming sound came from the tiger's mouth. The cold eyes of the little eyes and the body trembled, and the huge body was once again thrown toward Lin Feng.

Lin Feng did not use the eight wild palms this time, but raised his palms. Suddenly, the white swordsman swallowed in the hands of Lin Feng, a sword that directly locked the body of the tiger.

"Roar……"

Perceived this sharp sword, the tiger screamed in the air, and the claws were like sharp edges, cutting away from Lin Feng’s head.

If it is hit, I am afraid that Lin Feng’s body will be cut open instantly and split into two.

At this time, I saw that Lin Feng’s footsteps were slightly moved, and the body was biased, so that his body would not be in the attack range of the tiger, and his palm would be lifted slowly at this time. The tiger's sickle went away.

"What is he doing?"

"With the palm of your hand against the tiger's claws? This guy is crazy, dead."

The crowd saw this scene condensed, and many people have seen the battle of the tigers. Many people are directly smashed by the slashing claws of the scorpion tiger. The claws are more profitable than the sword.

At this point, Lin Feng's palm finally collided with the scorpion's sickle claws, and the swallowing sword smashed a white light.

What shocked the crowd was that Lin Feng’s palm was not unscathed, but the tiger’s screaming of a low voice seemed to be painful.

"How is it possible? How could his palm be sharper than the claws of the tiger?"

The crowd trembled, revealing an incredible look.

However, at this time, Lin Feng’s body was deceived directly, and he had to fight with the demon beast and tiger, and it was a knife, directly slamming into the tiger, and lightning and lightning.

"Hey!"

The sound of a cracked bone came out, and the brown blood splashed. On the body of the tiger, there was a deep blood mark, which was cut by Lin Feng.

"Awful terrible power, the white light that is swallowed is the sword, and it is sharper than the sword!"

The crowd was shocked and looked at Lin Feng. This young man was terrible. The former Lingwu Wushu martial arts had tried his best to break the defense of the tiger. However, Lin Feng did it easily.

Above the stands, Bai Ze and Huang Yi and others, their eyes were solidified there, and their faces were gloomy. Obviously, Lin Feng was not so powerful.

"Sure enough, he even hidden his strength that day!"

The white eyes twitched. He found himself ridiculous. On that day, he took a sip of the people and looked down on Lin Feng. Now he found that Lin Feng’s achievements on the martial arts were much stronger than him. It was not what he could compare.

Lin Feng naturally does not naturally think of the crowd at this time, his mind, all hit the body of the tiger, or, hit on the palm of his hand.

The sword, the sword, the sword, and the fusion of one, his palm, also into a sword, although not as horrible as a sword, but the power, but still very strong.

Every time Lin Feng falls, he will bring a touch of blood and leave a trace on the body of the tiger.

"Hey..."

Not long after, the tiger's body is already bloody, giving a crazy anger.

"Don't play with you."

Lin Feng blinked, and the body was deceived again. Immediately, the palm of his hand fell, and the mans bloomed. On the palm of Lin Feng’s hand, he covered a sword of nothingness. Under the sword, the skull of the tiger was directly Being broken, and dying, let everyone's eyes condense there.

"Call..." The crowd took a deep breath and secretly said: "The strength of the metamorphosis, he just turned out to be a sword."

"You won, here are twenty pieces of Chinese stone."

The old man walked into the prison and handed Yuan Shi to Lin Feng. Lin Feng was very unkind and directly went to the prison.

At the same time, Lin Feng’s gaze slightly glanced at the prison next to him, and the battle of the slave Wu Xiu was also over. This time, the slave Wu Xiu was defeated and was wiped out.

Moreover, there is an iron gate in the middle of the two prisoners. As long as they are opened, the two prisoners will be connected together.

Out of the prison, Lin Feng actually gave birth to a sense of comfort, which is really uncomfortable and uncomfortable.

Back to the seat, Lin Feng faintly swept the yellow-shirt youth and others and immediately sat down.

In the prison field, the old man had just pulled out a monster, and on the other side, there was also an old man who came out with a slave Wushu.

The hair of the slave martial arts was extremely messy, covering all of his face, with a shackle on his feet, and his voice continued to sound as he walked.

When they fought, they had suffered a loss.

When the slave martial arts looked up, the messy hair shone slightly, revealing the slave brand on his face!

military! ! !