The black spots are getting closer.
Lin Feng stands outside the entrance of the Secret Realm.
Fierce Vulture circled twice above its head, then suddenly folded its wings and swooped down, landing on Earth Dragon's back, with its wings half-opened and a low threatening sound coming from its throat.
The speed of arrival is very fast.
Lin Feng spiritual power spreads.
The sixth level of perception allows you to see everything around you clearly.
Thirteen people.
The fluctuations of Qi and blood are uneven.
The weakest one is Martial Saint First Stage, and the strongest one is Martial Saint.
The leader was an old man with one arm, his right sleeve hanging empty, and his left hand holding a long, narrow-blade knife.
The scabbard is engraved with the character "Zhao".
Zhao Family.
One of the three major aristocratic families in the northwest.
Local local snake.
Lin Feng I heard someone from the military mention this surname.
Wherever Northwest Wasteland has a bit of oil and water, Zhao Family will have a foot in it.
Ore Vein, Herb Field, Exotic Beast hunting grounds, there is nothing they dare not touch.
Everyone landed.
The one-armed old man stood at the front, and the people behind him dispersed.
Everyone's Qi and blood are suppressed and can explode at any time.
"Little brother."
The one-armed old man spoke in an unhurried tone.
"Master Zhao Family has an order. Hand over half of the things in the Secret Realm and you can leave."
Lin Feng didn't move.
Put your right hand behind your back, lightly hook your fingers, and Flying Daggers is ready.
"Half?"
Lin Feng looked at the one-armed old man and said, "Your faces Zhao Family are bigger than this wasteland."
The expression of the one-armed old man did not change.
"Little brother, I advise you to think clearly."
His hand touched the handle of the knife, and a soft sound came out.
"Zhao Family has been operating in the northwest for sixty years. You are alone on this land and there is no way out."
"A way out?"
Lin Feng laughed.
"I've never had to fall back."
The one-armed old man laughed out loud and waved his hand.
"Do it."
The one-armed old man stopped talking nonsense.
He drew the sword out of its sheath, the blade glowing with cold light.
The people behind him dispersed at the same time, and a circle formed in an instant, surrounding Lin Feng in the middle.
Standard siege formation.
Lin Feng's mental power scanned all the positions and blood flow directions of several people.
The weakest four are at the back.
Martial Saint First Stage, responsible for blocking the retreat.
There are two Martial Saint second sections on the left and right sides, responsible for containment.
The four Martial Saint Third Stage in the front row are the main attackers.
The one-armed old man stood outside the encirclement, taking control in the middle.
The cooperation is very skillful.
They have used this formation more than once.
The first person in the front row moved.
The two swords crossed and chopped down, and the wind of the sword blew away the gravel under his feet.
Lin Feng didn't hide.
Flying Daggers takes action.
Starfall Nine-Tribulation Blade shot out along the palm, so fast that before the man's knife fell, Flying Daggers had already bypassed his body.
The target is the back row.
The four Martial Saint First Stage didn't even have time to react.
Flying Daggers cuts in from different angles and locks everyone's cervical spine.
Puff puff puff puff!
Four heads flew up at the same time.
Before the blood spurted out, the body fell.
A few people in the front row were stunned for half a second.
Just half a second.
Lin Feng faced the first person with both swords and punched him directly with his right fist.
Indestructible Golden Body is stimulated, and golden lines appear on the fist surface.
The fist collided with the blade.
The knife broke.
The fist did not stop, passed through the broken knife, and hit the man's chest.
The sound of ribs cracking was very clear.
The whole person flew backwards, and when he landed, he was no longer breathing.
five people.
Three seconds, all dead.
The one-armed old man's expression finally changed.
"Martial Saint second section? Wrong..."
There was a problem with his judgment.
The speed and power of Martial Saint's second stage shouldn't be like this.
The accuracy of Flying Daggers and the explosive power of punches are far beyond the level expected of Martial Saint's second level.
But he had no time to think.
The remaining few people were completely in chaos.
The escape route was cut off, his companions were instantly killed, and their morale was half broken.
Lin Feng didn't give them a chance.
Flying Daggers maneuver.
Weaving through the crowd, each one cuts into the fatal vitals.
The control accuracy of Sixth-Grade Psychic Power makes the trajectory of Flying Daggers unpredictable.
Zhao Family No one can tell which direction the next blade will come from.
The two Martial Saint second sections tried to work together to block.
Flying Daggers passed between them, one cut off the wrist, and the other penetrated through the back of the head.
The other two wanted to run away.
Flying Daggers is faster than them.
The three people on the side reacted and stood back to back, releasing their energy and blood to form a defense.
Lin Feng shook his head contemptuously.
With a kick of his feet, his figure disappeared on the spot.
Lost Trace Step.
When he reappeared, he was already standing in the middle.
The three of them turned around at the same time and pointed their weapons at him.
Lin Feng blocked a long sword with his left hand and hit the second man in the face with his right fist.
His skull was sunken and he died on the spot.
The third spear pierced his back.
The tip of the gun hit Indestructible Golden Body, causing sparks to fly, but not even the skin was broken.
Lin Feng turned around and hit the gun barrel with his elbow, causing the gun to break.
The next punch hit the secret guard's chest and penetrated with one punch.
Except for the one-armed old man, everyone else.
Total destruction.
The one-armed old man stood there, his hand holding the knife involuntarily exerting force.
His lips were trembling.
Among the few people just now, the weakest is Martial Saint First Stage, and the strongest is Martial Saint Third Stage.
This is the elite team of the Zhao Family.
Less than twenty seconds.
Not a single one is left.
"You... who are you?"
Lin Feng took back Flying Daggers. The blade was still stained with blood. He turned it around between his fingers and dropped the blood beads.
"Wrong question."
Lin Feng took a step forward.
The one-armed old man subconsciously took half a step back.
Martial Saint's fourth-level cultivation actually had the instinct to retreat at this moment.
"What you should ask is," Lin Feng took another step forward, "Zhao Family, when the Lord sent you here, did you ever think that you wouldn't be able to go back?"
The one-armed old man clenched his teeth.
He has lived for more than sixty years and has never felt this way in front of someone two ranks lower than himself.
But reason told him that the combat power of the young man in front of him could not be explained by the second section of Martial Saint.
"I admit defeat."
The one-armed old man put the knife back into its sheath and clasped his hands in fists.
"What happened today was caused by the Zhao Family being offended. I will go back and report to the head of the family. In the future..."
"In the future?"
Lin Feng interrupted him.
The next moment, the mental power was already overwhelming.
The sixth-grade Psychic Power turned into an invisible heavy hammer and hit the one-armed old man's mind directly.
Psychic attack.
The one-armed old man's body froze for a moment, unable to move at all.
Just this moment.
Flying Daggers moved, and eight blades shot out at the same time.
The one-armed old man forcibly drew his sword while being stunned by the mental attack.
The left hand sword swept across and blocked three Flying Daggers.
But he couldn't stop the remaining five.
Two of them cut into his legs and knees, one penetrated his left shoulder, one crossed his waist, and the last one was nailed to his throat.
The one-armed old man's body froze.
The knife slipped from his hand and stuck on the ground.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something.
But only blood foam came out of his mouth.
Floped to the ground.
Lin Feng took Flying Daggers back and looked down at the body.
Zhao Family.
He remembered.
The signal in the communicator is still cut off, and the military cannot be contacted, but the leak of the coordinates of the Secret Realm has been confirmed.
The fact that Zhao Family can come means that the news has spread.
There may be people behind you.
Lin Feng turned around and prepared to leave with Fierce Vulture and Earth Dragon.
Just then.
Mental power captured a detail.
On the outside of the encirclement, behind a rock in the northeast.
Two breaths.
It is extremely weak and tightly bound, and cannot be detected by ordinary Martial Saint level perception.
But in front of Sixth-Grade Psychic Power, this disguise is nothing.
Two people, hiding there, watching from beginning to end.
Not from the Zhao Family.
Zhao Family's popular qi and blood characteristics have a common background and are developed from the same set of exercises.
The blood of these two people is completely different.
Lin Feng did not turn around to look in that direction.
But his mental power has locked the position of those two breaths.
One of the people's Qi and blood fluctuated, Martial Saint Sixth Stage.
Even stronger than the one-armed old man just now.
Lin Feng's fingers tightened slightly.
The two men didn't move.
He just hid and watched silently without any movement.
As if observing something.
It's like waiting for something.
Lin Feng rolled over on Earth Dragon's back, and Fierce Vulture spread its wings and took off.
Earth Dragon took steps and ran towards the northwest.
Those two breaths followed.