Chapter 70: Blood Drink Dominator

"Wait for brother-in-law!"
As Lin Feng was about to take the stage, Murong Tian suddenly stopped him.
"What's wrong?" Lin Feng gave him a surprised look.
"Brother-in-law, you must be careful. Yuan He is a veteran outside disciple. He is very strong. He has been unbearable for so many years, just waiting for the opportunity to rise." Murong Tian said to him.
"How do you know?" Lin Feng gave him a puzzled look.
"I also heard what other people said. I've seen him in two games before. He is invincible with swordsmanship. Brother-in-law, you can hardly hurt him without weapons."
With that said, Murong Tian took out the black long knife from his body and handed it to Lin Feng.
"Brother-in-law! Take it!"
Lin Feng nodded and said, "Thank you, brother."
"What did our brothers say thank you? If you weren't afraid of being discovered by outsiders, once those weapons in your hand, brother-in-law, would definitely sweep the audience!" Murongtian re-patted Lin Feng's shoulder.
"Lin Feng! Go to the ring!"
On the arena, the elder referee saw Lin Feng's reluctance to play and couldn't help but urge.
Lin Feng nodded towards the referee elder on the ring, then jumped to the ring and saw his opponent in this game-Yuan He.
Yuan He's hair is tied tightly behind his head, he wears a fiery red robe, and a red broad knife in his hand, his murderous aura is boiling, his face coldly looking at Lin Feng opposite.
"You are strong!"
Yuan He spoke lightly.
"You are not bad!"
Lin Feng waited rigorously. The broad knife in Yuan He's hand was extremely red, with dense lines engraved on it. The murderous intent on the knife was about to turn into substance. It is not difficult to see that there were no fewer than dozens or even nearly a hundred dead souls who died under his knife.
"My sword is called the Bloody Drink Tyrant. So far, no one has been under my sword for more than ten rounds."
"Oh, if you say that, your opponents were pretty good before then?" Lin Feng said relaxedly with his arms around his chest. He found that this kid was able to pretend to be forceful, and his pretending was very deep and domineering.
"Just try and you will find out!"
With a wide knife in his hand, Yuan He rushed over, slammed his feet towards the ground, jumped into the air, and then slashed at Lin Feng on the stage.
The long knife in Lin Feng's hand was flipped up, and it was able to block Yuan He's attack, but Yuan He's knife was fierce and cunning, and one blow didn't work. The blade was picked up and the long knife in Lin Feng's hand almost escaped. .
Lin Feng took a few steps back, his tiger's mouth numb, and distanced him. It seems that Yuan He is a veteran with swordsman, and his reaction is too fast and unpredictable.
"Come again! Kill the world!"
Yuan He let out a loud roar, the drink domineering knife in his hand emitted a red light, the surrounding wind was strong, and even the sky was faintly red.
Yuan He carried the surging aura of destruction towards Lin Feng.
Lin Feng held the knife in both hands, the spiritual power in the sea of ​​Qi instantly gathered in his hand, and he let out a long whistle: "The second style of the Siji Kun Xiangjue-like the mountain of pulling Qi!"
The spiritual power in Lin Feng's body skyrocketed, and the spiritual power in the sea of ​​Qi madly converged on the long knife in Lin Feng's hand, and the entire long knife made a humming sound. Although Lin Feng doesn't know how to use swordsmanship, his fist skills are incomparable to anyone present. Lin Feng has applied all the power lines of boxing techniques to the long knife, and the dark black long knife in his hand has become brilliant. The blood that struck Yuan He
The Yinba knife slammed together violently.
"Clang!"
"Boom!"
The two knives collided, sparks flew everywhere, and the two took a few steps back, and the floor under their feet was crushed by them.
"The sword cuts the sky!"
Yuan He dissipated the momentum from his body, deceived himself again in front of Lin Feng, and slashed it severely.
The power of this knife was so terrifying that Lin Feng couldn't care about it at all. He shook his feet and stepped ten meters away. There were countless shadows behind him, and he could hardly escape.
"Boom bang bang!"
I saw that the place where Lin Feng stood originally was cut into a deep gully by Yuan He's knife.
"Hiss!" In the distance, seeing the messy ground, Lin Feng took a breath, and if he reacted a little bit more slowly, he might be slashed to death by him.
"Huh! Running pretty fast!"
Yuan He's drink tyrant knife was carried on his shoulders, arrogant, his eyes looked at Lin Feng with teasing and mockery.
Lin Feng smiled helplessly, it was really uncomfortable to be underestimated.
Lin Feng threw the long knife in his hand to Murong Tian in the audience.
"Brother-in-law!" In the audience, Murong Tian took the long knife and looked surprised.
"I'm not used to that stuff!" Lin Feng shook his hand, flipped his palm down, and the 98K sniper rifle appeared in his hand instantly.
Lin Feng took the 98K and weighed it in his hand. This 98K sniper rifle weighs about five kilograms. Of course, he is absolutely impossible to shoot in the ring, otherwise he accidentally killed him. I am afraid I will bury him for him.
Lin Feng felt that it was easy to use this. The length of the 98K gun body was about 1.5 meters. He planned to use it as a weapon. In order to avoid muzzle fire, Lin Feng took all the bullets back into the space ring.
Lin Feng held the handle of the gun and swung it toward Yuan He in the distance.
"Huh! I don't know whether to live or die!" Yuan He's drink tyrant raised the knife and slashed it on the 98K gun.
"Crack!"
The gun body couldn't withstand the huge power, and the 98K sniper rifle broke at the sound, but Lin Feng's face did not show a trace of panic, instead a smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth.
When the 98K broke into two pieces, Lin Feng quickly summoned a pistol in his hand, and fired seven or eight shots on the back of his Blood Drinking Badao.
"Boom boom boom boom!"
Sparks flew everywhere, and a strong smell of gunpowder drifted across the audience. The bullets fired from the pistol were superimposed on the back of the drink tyrant knife. The place where the gun was shot on the back of the knife was very close to Yuan He’s wrist. Yuan He only felt the tiger’s mouth numb in his hand, giving a shock. The force is transferred to him, it hurts
Under the circumstances, had no choice but to abandon the knife.
Seeing that the Blood Drink Ba knife in Yuan He's hand was collapsed, Lin Feng quickly retracted the pistol into the space ring.
"good chance!"
Lin Feng shook his footsteps, came behind him, and hit his back with a punch. Yuan He was caught off guard and flew out, knocking down on the ground, and continuing to roll.
"Boy, you mean!"
Yuan He stood up from the ground with a gray head and muddy face, and was about to pick up the Blood Drink Tyrant that fell on the ground.
"You have no chance!"
How could Lin Feng do as he wanted, jumped into the air, waved his hand and punched him.
"Like a mountain of breath!"
"Boom!"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" Yuan He's eyes flushed, and his mouth kept spurting blood. His hands firmly held Lin Feng's punch and was resisted by him, which shocked Lin Feng a little. His body is still quite strong.