Reborn Sword Emeperor in the City

"Damn it, I'm the one who bothers him when we talk about the past." Feng Ling said lightly.

"Boy, you are such a big list. You dare to kill people at my cocktail party. Charles is my dry son. Today, I must sacrifice Charles with your blood, so that you can go to hell and regret being the enemy of the blood clan." Hill cold said, he stared at Ling Feng, heart more angry. The reason why Charles died was that he disturbed the reminiscence of his friends and the other party. This excuse is too ridiculous. Although Charles is a dandy and noble, so what? His father is the leader of the blood clan. He can walk across the whole continent with this identity. He was killed on his own turf.

"Boy, no matter who you are, you will die here today." Hill cold said big search, hear this sentence, everyone knows, this young man from China and the two beauties around him will die here.

Leng Xiyan is very worried. She can't help regretting. Why did she come to the meeting? If she didn't come to the meeting, she would not meet Ling Feng, and there would be no anchoring between Charles and Ling Feng. Or it's good to stop Ling Feng at that time.

Now that hill is here, he will kill Ling Feng and the two women around him. But why is Ling Feng so calm? Is he sure? Leng Xiyan took a look at Ling Feng and thought of it with doubts in her heart.

Maybe he should believe Ling Feng, but his opponent is the biggest aristocrat in Y country, and also the most mysterious blood clan in Europe. Ling Feng is alone. How to deal with it, Leng Xiyan is very contradictory.

Simon and his friends all feel sorry for Ling Feng. Simon is even more afraid. He brought Ling Feng to the party. If hill knows, he will die. But Simon is afraid, but he doesn't regret it. Now that he has done it, what's the use of regret?

"Mr. Ling, you are doomed this time. I knew I would not bring you to the party. I hurt you indirectly." Simon thought.

Other nobles and the royal family are full of anger at Ling Feng. Ling Feng, a Chinese, dares to kill the nobles of state y. they are already very dissatisfied. If it wasn't for Jiang yu'er's terrible killing methods, they would have come up long ago, and Jiang Lingfeng would have done the right thing.

Ling Feng is very calm to drink a mouthful of red wine, and then looked at hill, light said: "you, also said to kill me?"

"Well, that's enough. I will be able to kill you. " Hill's tone changed, sending out the momentum of the sky, hill is a blood collateral, strength is very strong, and the old count's strength is not equal, so he can become a blood Butler, otherwise he is not qualified to be a collateral. The strong are respected by the blood clan.

"Yes? Come on, then. "

Ling Feng hooked his finger and said with disdain that he didn't expect that Ling Feng would dare to challenge himself. He was very angry and punched directly, which could make a powerful fist gather in the world and form a huge fist to rush to Ling Feng.

Ling Feng didn't mean to make a move. Instead, he looked at the sword spirit nodding. The sword spirit was holding a long white sword in his hand and waved it forward. A sword Qi rushes out directly to meet the huge fist that rushes down.

"Boom."

With a sound, Jianqi cuts the fist in half and rushes towards hill. Hill wants to avoid it, but it's over. The speed of Jianqi is so fast that it's in front of hill.

"Bang."

Hill flew out directly, a big mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth, fell to the ground, his chest was cut out a wound by the sword gas, the wound has been able to see the bone inside, the blood kept flowing out, hill was seriously injured.