It took less than two hours for the message to be sent.
Lin Feng was sitting on a rock, with the gun at his feet and his eyes closed to relax.
The sea breeze blew the corners of his clothes, and the smell of blood in the air had not yet dissipated.
The spiritual power is always hanging on, covering an area of five kilometers in radius.
Suddenly, a black spot appeared on the very distant skyline.
The black dot moves at an unreasonable speed.
Sonic boom.
A dull sound exploded from high in the sky, followed by a second and third sound.
Continuous sonic booms dragged out a long white line in the night sky, as if something was tearing apart the Heaven-Splitting curtain.
Fast.
I don't know how many times faster than Kazama Hayato.
Lin Feng's mental power chased the black spot in a circle before he was able to lock the trajectory.
Sixth-Grade Psychic Power It is difficult to lock a person's movement route.
There is indeed something about this speed.
The black spots are getting closer and closer. Three kilometers, two kilometers, one kilometer.
The Spirit Pattern nodes of the three air defense arrays on the periphery of the island exploded at the same moment.
The person who came didn't slow down and fell directly from a high altitude.
Boom.
A dent was created on the reef platform, and gravel splashed around.
Lin Feng Open your eyes.
A man stood twenty meters away.
Around thirty years old, taller and thinner than Kazama Hayato.
The whole person looks like an upright blade from head to toe, with sharp edges and corners, and not a single ounce of extra flesh.
Silver gray pupils.
Lin Feng and Dragon Kingdom have never seen eyes of this color before.
There was nothing inside the pupils, like a pool of stagnant water.
He was wearing a black feather fabric, and the material did not move at all in the sea breeze.
There are two scimitars on his waist.
He glanced at the charred corpses on the ground.
He took another look at the ruins of the command post that had been burned through by dragon flames.
His expression didn't change much.
"You are Lin Feng."
No questioning tone.
Lin Feng stood up from the rock. Star Dragon World-Extinguishing Spear picked it up from the ground and carried it on his shoulders.
The dark golden gun body is glowing.
"Are you Kazama Cang?"
Kazama Cang's silver-gray pupils stopped on Lin Feng for two seconds.
His right hand slowly rose from behind his back.
Two scimitars were drawn out.
The blade is not long, just over three feet long, has a large arc, and the blade is so thin that it is transparent.
The back of the knife is densely engraved with the curse seal patterns of Eastern Isle, which is countless times more detailed than the two Kazama Hayato ones.
All the curse seals lit up at the same time.
A layer of flowing wind emerged from the blade, and the naked eye could see the air being cut into wisps of filaments by the blade.
Qi and blood burst out at the same time.
Martial Emperor section.
Martial Emperor's unreserved pressure came over Kazama Cang.
Fine cracks were pressed out on the surface of the surrounding reefs, and the seawater was pushed away by the air waves, setting off a two-meter-high wave wall around the island.
Lin Feng's hair was blown back. The gravel under his feet slid to both sides, making a crunching sound.
Indestructible Golden Body operates at full power automatically.
Golden lines spread all over the body, withstanding this pressure.
Kazama Cang didn't say anything, or even glanced twice.
He disappeared.
It was directly erased from the field of vision, not even leaving an afterimage.
Fortunately, Lin Feng's mental strength is strong enough.
Caught his trajectory the moment after he disappeared
Gun horizontal frame.
Bang!
The first scimitar struck the left side of the gun barrel.
Sparks flew in all directions from the point of contact.
The wind was transmitted along the blade, cutting a very shallow white mark on the surface of the gun barrel.
Bang!
The second scimitar then cuts in from the right side.
The angle was tricky, and the gap between the gun barrel and Lin Feng's right hand was less than three inches.
Lin Feng With a twist of his wrist, the gun body rotated fifteen degrees, almost blocking the blade.
The forces of the two impacts were superimposed and transmitted from the gun barrel to the arm, and from the arm to the sole of the foot.
Lin Feng's foot slipped half a step back.
There are two more deep grooves on the reef.
Kazama Cang's figure emerged half a step away.
The eyes of Lin Feng collided.
The distance was too close, so close that Lin Feng could smell the faint smell of blood on his body.
It's like the kind that has been soaked in killing for many years and seeped into the seams of bones.
The two scimitars were still mounted on the gun barrels, and the wind hissed on the contact surface.
One Martial Emperor one Martial Saint, the weapons were stuck together, and the stalemate lasted less than half a second.
Kazama Cang frowned.
His power is indeed greater than Lin Feng.
Martial Emperor versus Martial Saint, there is a huge difference in the middle, the difference in Qi and blood concentration is there.
However, his two sword strikes did not knock the opponent's gun away.
Even the opponent's posture was not broken.
A Martial Saint Fifth Stage, after being attacked by Martial Emperor's full force double sword attack, only took half a step back?
Kazama Cang retracts his sword and retreats.
The figure drew an arc in the air and landed on another rock ten meters away.
The scimitar hangs at the side of the body, and the wind is still flowing on the blade.
The pupils looked at Lin Feng, and for the first time there was an extra layer of things.
He's reassessing.
Lin Feng Put the gun down from your shoulder, with the tip of the gun facing forward.
Platinum Dragon Flame jumped out from the tip of the gun and swayed twice in the night wind.
He lowered his head and glanced at the light white mark on the gun barrel.
Then look up.
"That's it?"
Two words popped out of his mouth.
Kazama Cang did not answer.
His figure disappeared again.
It's faster this time.
Lin Feng's mental power tracking was delayed for a breath, and by the time the position was locked, the two scimitars had already reached both sides of his neck.
Scissor strangulation.
The two wind blades closed together from the left and right at the same time, targeting the cervical spine.
This is the assassin's style of play.
Don't pursue big openings and closings, just pursue a fatal blow.
Lin Feng did not block with his gun.
It's too late.
His neck was thrown back.
The angle is very small.
Two wind blades crossed in front of his Adam's apple, and the blades were less than half a centimeter away from his skin.
The air flow scraped off a small piece of skin on his chin.
Blood beads seeped out and were blown away by the wind.
Kazama Cang's third knife has arrived.
Chop it down from directly above. Use a single sword, hold the handle with both hands, and use all your strength.
Martial Emperor-level power was compressed on a scimitar. Feng Gang stretched the blade to two meters, and the air waves cut by the entire blade flattened the surrounding seawater.
Lin Feng fought back.
Azure Dragon Emerges from the Sea!
The tip of the spear avoided the sword light that struck from the front, passed through the thirty centimeter gap on the right side of the sword light, and went straight to Kazama Cang's face.
Platinum Dragon Flame is wrapped around the tip of the gun, and the temperature burns the air in front of the tip into a vacuum.
Kazama Cang's third slash was halfway through and he had to change his move.
He released the handle of the knife with his right hand and slapped the side of the gun shaft with his free hand, deflecting the trajectory of the gun tip by two inches.
Just two inches was enough. The tip of the gun grazed his ear.
But Platinum Dragon Flame is unreasonable.
The dragon flame that passed by licked Kazama Cang's right ear.
Zila.
Half of the ear is gone.
The smell of burnt meat wafts in the sea breeze.
Kazama Cang's figure retreated violently.
In an instant, he retreated a hundred meters away.
He raised his hand and touched the position of his right ear.
What his fingertips touched was a burnt wound, still emitting white smoke.
Lin Feng put the gun back in front of him. The tip of the gun was facing down, and the dragon flames were beating.
"Come next?"
His voice carried along the sea breeze.
Kazama Cang looked at him.
He didn't speak.
The scimitar was sheathed.
Lin Feng raised an eyebrow.
"Why, stop fighting?"
Kazama Cang took a step back.
His body shape began to fade, and the wind movement technique was activated.
To run.
Lin Feng's mental power was violently suppressed.
The sixth-grade mental power turned into a wall, lying behind Kazama Cang.
Kazama Cang's body hit the mental barrier and was bounced back.
His pupils shrank.
"I said it."
Lin Feng carried the gun and walked towards him step by step.
"Once you're here, don't even think about leaving."
The sound of footsteps echoed on the rocks.
Kazama Cang's hand pressed on the handle of the knife again.
In the water hole under the island, a pair of dark purple vertical pupils slowly opened.
Nether Flood Dragon raised his head and glanced in the direction of his head.
A figure quickly grew larger.