Chapter 270 Whoever Dares to Leave the Ring Early, I Will Kill His Teachers and Friends as Well

Lin Feng rushed to a black-clad swordsman and stabbed the man's throat with his sword.

The man retreated quickly.

The sword energy of Pingdeng's sword extended more than three inches, piercing the man's throat and killing him.

Lin Feng did not stop, moved to the side, and slashed at a man's waist, and the man blocked with his sword.

Bang, puff.

The man was cut into two by Lin Feng, including the sword.

The others also knew that things were not good when they saw this. This Lin Feng's body movements were elusive and hard to defend against.

If this Lin Feng continued to kill like this, everyone would die.

Several people shouted loudly almost at the same time.

"Attack together, if we delay, we will all die."

"Everyone, attack together. The fewer people left, the less chance of winning."

"Don't hold back, this guy's title of slayer of thousands of people is not in vain."

"Whoever doesn't attack, I will kill him."

More than a dozen people attacked Lin Feng, sword light, knife light, claw shadow, hidden weapon, all shot at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng used Flying Fire Meteor to dodge easily, Lin Feng's body movement was too fast, these people couldn't even lock him.

Hong Batian on the stand smiled and said, "I didn't expect that Junior Brother has this skill. With this skill, no matter how many people there are, they can't do anything to him."

Wu Jinlei nodded, "After Junior Brother finishes this fight, I will shamelessly ask Junior Brother to teach me this skill."

Zhu Linghua shook his head and said, "Junior Brother's skill is not ordinary. He should have comprehended some kind of artistic conception or unique skills.

The skill can be passed on to you, but the artistic conception and unique skills can only be comprehended by yourself. Even if you have this skill, you can't catch up with Junior Brother.

Junior Brother's comprehension is too strong, far beyond us brothers and sisters."

"Learn it first."

The two disciples of the sect master's lineage standing on the three-story tower stared at Lin Feng intently.

"This man's body movements are amazing. I saw the shadows of more than a dozen body movements in his body movements."

"I saw more than 20 kinds. I really don't know how he integrated so many body movements into one. This man's comprehension exceeds you and me."

"Why don't you let the teacher take him in and cultivate him well."

The slightly more mature short and fat young man among the two said: "This man has a master, I'm afraid he won't switch to other masters.

In any case, this man is a member of the Sword Sect.

Before the innate catastrophe comes, as long as he is not dead, the teacher will definitely give him some pointers, so you and I don't have to worry about it."

Lin Feng's figure flashed on the ring like lightning, and each flash would take a life.

In less than a minute, Lin Feng killed more than 30 people.

These people on the ring are all the best among the acquired warriors, and each of them has extraordinary talents.

The Demon Spirit Blood-Drinking Sword drank the blood of these people, and the sword body emitted a strange red light, like a bright red poisonous snake constantly moving with Lin Feng.

The people on the ring found that their Qi martial arts could not lock Lin Feng at all, and they began to panic.

If they continued like this, they could only passively take the beating. Some people even used group attacks regardless of the consequences.

"Rain of pear blossom needles!"

I saw a man shouting and jumping into the sky with both hands constantly throwing down hidden weapons.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

Hundreds of fine needles as thin as cow hair fell like raindrops.

Lin Feng exerted force on his feet, and his body left a trail of afterimages on the ring, dodging all the hidden weapons.

The other warriors around him were not so lucky.

Ah ah ah.

After a scream, more than a dozen warriors lay on the ground.

"The hidden weapon is poisonous, the kid up there quickly got the antidote."

The man who jumped up to throw the hidden weapon seemed to have been blood-thirsty. Not only did he not take the antidote, he kept throwing hidden weapons.

Whoosh, snap.

A claw shadow flew into the sky, pressed on the top of the head of the man who threw the hidden weapon, and then suddenly retracted it, taking off the man's crown.

The man's eyes immediately lost their spirit and he fell from the sky.

A group of people immediately rushed to the man and began to search.

"I'm so itchy, where's the antidote?"

"Hurry up and find the antidote."

Those who were hit by hidden weapons were only slightly injured, but the poison on the hidden weapons made them extremely itchy. If they could not detoxify in a short time, they would definitely lose their lives.

Lin Feng killed those who were hit by hidden weapons.

If these people were poisoned to death, they would not be able to accumulate experience for Pingdeng Yijian, so it would be better to let them die in his own hands.

Lin Feng rushed over and took away several warriors who were hit by hidden weapons with a few swords.

The warriors who were hit by hidden weapons could not make an effective resistance at all. These people were just scratching everywhere and could not fight back at all.

This poison is interesting. Lin Feng took the time to pick up a poison needle and put it in the storage space. After the fight, he went back to try to decompose this poison.

After more than a dozen breaths, all the poisoned warriors were easily killed by Lin Feng.

In a blink of an eye, there were more than 50 people left on the field.

The remaining people were all well-known talented warriors in their respective sects, and were all loved by their teachers, but at this moment they were all terrified.

On this stage, Lin Feng had been teaching them how to behave, and let them experience what overwhelming strength meant.

If they hadn't seen Lin Feng, they would never have thought that there would be someone among the acquired warriors who could be so powerful.

An old man holding a big knife stood up in the stands.

He shouted at the bloody battle stage, "Asheng, get off the stage quickly, you are not their opponent, don't fight them."

The young man called Asheng wanted to get off the stage when he heard this.

Hahaha, Mr. Hong laughed loudly, shaking the entire stand, and everyone felt like thunder rang in their ears.

"If you can beat my disciple, you want to kill him in exchange for benefits.

If you can't beat my disciple, you want to leave the stage. How can such a good thing happen?

Signed a life and death agreement, either win or die.

If anyone dares to leave the stage early, I will kill his teacher and friends together."

Mr. Hong pulled out the sword stuck in the back of the wheelchair, placed it on his legs, and then slowly closed his eyes.

Mr. Hong's move shocked everyone on and off the stage.

Even Dai Tianshou, the head of the Dai family, had to admit that Mr. Hong was powerful. Old Monster Hong was suffering from cold poison and would not live for many years. Even beasts would fight to the death, let alone a hero like Old Monster Hong.

It is better not to confront Old Monster Hong head-on to avoid his counterattack before his death.

The people from the Ji family of Tianjian Peak, the Huo family of Leijian Peak, and other sects in the stands were also stunned by Mr. Hong.

They thought that Mr. Hong was about to die and could not protect his disciples, so they let Lin Feng participate in this unfair duel. They could not help but underestimate Yun Jianfeng in their hearts.

Who would have thought that things were not like this at all.

First, Lin Feng went on stage and killed people indiscriminately, and then Mr. Hong showed his deep internal strength and suppressed the whole audience.

The old man with the big knife was still unwilling to give up.

He said to Mr. Hong: "Old Monster Hong, we are all friends in the martial arts world. There is no grudge between us in the past and in the present. Please give me face and let my son withdraw from this competition."

Mr. Hong raised his hand, and a sword light shot at the old man with the big knife at lightning speed.

The old man raised his knife to block.

Bang, the old man's big knife was pierced with a fist-sized hole, and the sword light penetrated the big knife and shot on the old man's head.

The old man's head exploded like a watermelon, and he was deader than dead.

Mr. Hong's hair and beard moved without wind, like a lion.

"Shut up!"

Mr. Hong uttered two words and closed his eyes again.

Wu Jinlei said, "Once you are on the stage, don't say you are my friend of Yun Jianfeng."

Zhu Linghua waved his hand, and one thousand of his three thousand armored soldiers drew their bows and shot arrows.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh.

The arrows containing true energy shot at the disciples of the old man holding the knife just now like wasps.

Ahhh, after a scream, the old man holding the knife was wiped out by Yun Jianfeng.

The other sects in the stands felt chilled.

They thought that the Dai family would support them, but the Dai family was indifferent.

They thought that the old monster Hong's party would be cowards, but they killed people everywhere, even the people in the stands, which was too cruel.

They began to worry whether they could get down the mountain safely.