Eight Desolate Gods

Lu Mingman's ferocious laughter resounded in this space.

"Hehe, kill me? Lin Feng, now, depending on you, how can you kill me?"

"Just by you, do you think you can beat the four of us?"

At this moment, Lin Feng's face was ashen, and every word Lu Ming said was like a stone hitting Lin Feng's heart fiercely.

"Hehe, Lu Ming, you are even more despicable and shameless than before."

At this moment, Lin Feng smiled, a little sinister, a little creepy.

"Bang~"

The next second, Lin Feng moved, stomping his footsteps hard, and the dull voice seemed to resound in the hearts of everyone.

Lin Feng is like a fierce tiger.

Punch after punch hit Lu Ming.

"Sifang Tianyuan Fist~"

With a soft shout from Lin Feng, Huang Jie's advanced combat skill Sifang Tianyuan Fist was unleashed.

"Bang bang bang."

The two fought together.

The sound of bang bang bang was endless.

Lin Feng's punches were domineering, direct, and swift.

Under Lin Feng's attack like a tide, Lu Ming's brows also frowned slightly.

"Lin, Brother Lin Feng is really powerful. This Sifang Tianyuan Fist has also improved. In just a few days, Brother Lin Feng was able to perform Sifang Tianyuan Fist to such an extent."

"I heard that it took Duan Bo a full two months to initially master this boxing technique."

Although Cheng Feng fell on the ground, Cheng Feng's eyes were still watching the battle in the field nervously.

"Brother, don't talk about it, what's the use of just mastering a Sifang Tianyuanquan?"

"In the end, don't you still have to lose?"

"Then you still have to die?"

"Brother, we're done, we're all done."

At this moment, Cheng Li held Cheng Feng in her arms, and tears dripped uncontrollably.

"Brother Lin Feng also knows the Seven Injury Fist. If Brother Lin Feng masters the second punch, not to mention defeating them, escaping should not be a problem."

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"Brother, don't you be stupid? The Seven Injuries Fist, in Tianyuanzong, everyone can see how difficult it is to practice."

"Many disciples spend their lives in poverty, how many of them can practice the second punch?"

"How long has it been since Lin Feng acquired this combat skill? Is it a month? No, is it 20 days?"

Cheng Li's face was full of despair, and Cheng Feng's eyes gradually dimmed.

"Hey, Lily, let's go, my brother is already dying, so leave me alone."

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"No, brother, even if I have to die, I will die with my brother."

Cheng Li held Cheng Feng's hand tightly, and hot tears dripped down Cheng Feng's cheeks.

Under Lin Feng's attack like a storm, Lu Ming frowned slightly.

"Hehe, Lin Feng, I really underestimated you. You have mastered such a domineering combat skill. However, after a while, I will trample you under my feet and take away your combat skills."

"Let you taste my combat skills."

"Da Sun Chasing Wind Palm."

Lu Ming let out a sinister grin, and immediately unleashed a set of terrifying combat skills.

The fists and palms met, and as soon as Lu Ming's big sun chasing wind palm came out, it was very obvious that Lin Feng's pressure increased sharply.

Lin Feng grunted, his fists were numb from the shock, and he backed away step by step.

"What are you three standing there for?"

"Quick fight."

"You don't want to play with women anymore?"

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"Hahaha, what Senior Brother Lu Ming said is true."

"That's right, then the girl of Shui Ling, you can't let her wait for long."

When the other three members of Wan Jianzong heard the words, all their eyes were fixed on Cheng Li who was crying with pear blossoms and rain.

His eyes are full of obscenity.

"Shameless~"

"cough~"

"Cough cough~"

Lying on the ground, Cheng Feng's face was flushed with anger, and Cheng Li's cheeks also turned pale at this moment.

At the same time, a sharp dagger was held in Cheng Li's hand, and there was a look of determination in her eyes that was not afraid of death.

"Qiang~"

"Clang clang~"

"Qiangqiang~"

The ear-piercing hum of the long sword unsheathed sounded one after another.

The three members of Wan Jianzong held long swords one after another, and cooperated with Lu Ming to surround Lin Feng in the middle.

"kill~"

Lu Ming let out an angry roar, and the faces of the four were ferocious, and sword lights slashed towards Lin Feng one after another.

"Brush~"

Lu Ming's sword was even more clever, piercing straight to Lin Feng's head.

In the thrilling scene, Cheng Feng's breathing was a little short, and his fists were unconsciously clenched tightly.

"Seven Injuries Fist~"

At this, Lin Feng's eyes suddenly opened, and the eyes burst into light.

Lin Feng's eyes like a wolf's were tightly locked on one of the disciples of the Wanjianzong who was swinging a sword at him at the third level of the Pulse Opening Realm.

"Seven Injury Fist, the first punch."

With a loud shout, the phantom crystal in Lin Feng's body hummed, and the fiery red violent spiritual power gushed out from the crystal at a high speed, galloping crazily in Lin Feng's body.

The fiery red spiritual power enveloped Lin Feng's body. At this moment, Lin Feng seemed to be the god of war from the abyss of hell.

There is a strangeness.

In the next second, Lin Feng's body moved.

With all his spiritual power running, Lin Feng dodged Lu Ming's deadly sword attacking his head.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Feng's body rushed towards the Wan Jianzong disciple who was staring at him.

The first punch of Qishangquan is unmatched, and it is unstoppable and smashed towards his head.

"Bang~"

The head shattered and blood spattered everywhere.

Blood stained Lin Feng's clothes red, recalling the past scenes, recalling the humiliation and ridicule he suffered in Wan Jianzong in the past.

Stimulated by the blood, Lin Feng's facial expression became even more ferocious.

With a thought, Lin Feng immediately absorbed his spirit body.

"Brush~"

At this moment, Lu Ming's sword attack towards Lin Feng's head missed, and Lu Ming's sword move turned around.

The long sword was a very ingenious leverage, piercing Lin Feng's heart at a more tricky angle.

"Pfft~"

Lin Feng hurriedly dodged, accompanied by the sound of a long sword piercing into flesh and blood.

I saw that Lu Ming's long sword directly pierced Lin Feng's shoulder.

The bloody sword tip pierced out from Lin Feng's back.

Drops of scarlet blood dripped down.

"Lu Ming, today, you are all going to die~"

With blood in his mouth, Lin Feng smiled ferociously.

I saw Lin Feng rushing directly towards Lu Ming regardless of the long sword stuck on his shoulder.

"Seven wounded fist."

Lin Feng shouted violently, and the moment Lin Feng rushed towards Lu Ming, the long sword that pierced Lin Feng's shoulder sank into Lin Feng's body at an extremely fast speed.

Then it stabbed at Lin Feng's back.

Until the long sword completely sank into Lin Feng's body, and the hilt reached Lin Feng's shoulder...

Another domineering punch, in the same way, hit Lu Ming's head.

Witnessing his fellow disciple being hit in the head by this punch, Lu Ming frowned, immediately let go of the palm holding the sword, and quickly drew back.

"die~"

Seeing Lu Ming retreating, Lin Feng's blood-red eyes instantly fell on the other two disciples who were in the third level of pulse opening.

It was also the Seven Injuries Fist, and Lin Feng blew the head off one of them again.