Reborn Sword Emperor in the City

"I killed him. If he bothers me and my friends, and dares to speak unkindly to me, he will die." Ling Feng said faintly.

"Boy, you have a big list. You dare to kill people at my cocktail party. Charles is my son. Today I must sacrifice Charles with your blood, so that you will regret being the enemy of the blood clan in hell." Hill said coldly. He stared at Ling Feng and became more angry in his heart. The reason why Charles died is that he disturbed the nostalgia of each other and friends. This excuse is too lame. Although Charles is a dandy aristocrat, so what? His father should not die. His father is the leader of the blood clan, the Lord of blood. With this identity, he can walk horizontally in the whole continent of Europe. But he was killed on his own territory.

"Boy, I don't care who you are, you will die here today." Hill said coldly. Hearing this sentence, everyone knows that the young man from China and the two beauties around him will die here.

Leng Xiyan was very worried. She couldn't help regretting why she came to the meeting. If she didn't come to the meeting, she wouldn't meet Ling Feng, and there would be no anchor between Charles and Ling Feng. Or it was good to stop Ling Feng at that time.

Now that hill comes, he will kill Ling Feng and the two women around him, but why is Ling Feng so calm and difficult? Is he really sure? Leng Xiyan looked at Ling Feng and thought of it in her heart.

Maybe he should believe in Ling Feng, but his opponent is the largest aristocrat in country y and the most mysterious blood family in Europe. Ling Feng is alone. How to deal with it is very contradictory in Leng Xiyan's heart.

Simon and his friends felt sorry for Ling Feng. Simon was even more afraid. He invited Ling Feng to the reception. If hill knew, he would die. But although Simon was afraid, he didn't regret it. Since he had done it, what's the use of regret?

"Mr. Ling, you're doomed this time. I knew I wouldn't bring you to this reception. I hurt you indirectly," Simon thought in his heart.

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 very dissatisfied. If it weren't for Jiang yu'er's terrible killing method just now, they would have come up and Jiang Lingfeng would have been in line with the law.

Ling Feng took a sip of red wine calmly, then looked at hill and said faintly, "just you, you deserve to kill me?"

"Hum, that's enough. I'm sure I can kill you." Hill's tone changed and sent out a momentum to the sky. Hill is a collateral of the blood family, and his strength is very strong. He's not as strong as the old count, so he can become the steward of the blood family. Otherwise, he's not qualified to become a steward at all. All blood families respect the strong.

"Really? Come on."

Ling Feng hooked his finger and said with disdain. Hill didn't expect that Ling Feng dared to provoke himself. He was very angry and punched directly, which could make a strong fist gather in the world, form a huge fist and rush at Ling Feng.

Ling Feng didn't mean to shoot, but looked at Jianling and nodded. Jianling waved forward with a long white sword in his hand. A sword Qi rushed out directly and hit the huge fist that rushed down.

"Boom."

As soon as he fell, the sword Qi directly cut the giant fist in half and rushed towards hill. Hill wanted to avoid, but it was over. The speed of the sword Qi was fast and had reached hill.

"Bang."

Hill flew out directly. A big mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth and fell to the ground. A wound was cut out of his chest by sword gas. The bone in the wound could be seen. The blood kept flowing out. Hill was seriously injured.