Chapter 217
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Chapter 217: Gun King Chen Zi’ang
“Boring!”
“The sword is not meant to be played with like this!”
Lin Feng shook his head and snapped his fingers at the swords of the Western Zhou.
In an instant, the sword shadows dissipated, and the long swords fell to the ground, making a crackling sound.
Seeing this scene, the many disciples of the Qingcheng Sword Sect panicked, hurriedly forming sword gestures to summon their long swords, but those swords lay on the ground, showing no response.
“Bang!!!”
A muffled sound.
This time, three powerful figures were killed, including one with a Martial Soul!
Blood mist rained down, splattering on the ground, turning it into a river of blood…
“Two thousand eight hundred. Twenty-five minutes.”
Lin Feng continued, looking at the people from the Qingcheng Sword Sect, and said indifferently:
“Do you all want to die here today?”
“You…”
Wu Kuang felt a chill in his heart, momentarily speechless!
How could they fight like this?
Under his leadership, the Qingcheng Sword Formation was easily broken by Lin Feng…
He recalled the words of the woman in black from last night. Could it be that only the sect master could deal with Lin Feng?
Chen Beixuan looked on with admiration.
Is this the power of a cultivator?
At that moment,
“Tap tap tap~”
A faint sound of footsteps came from outside.
Then,
An old man, leaning on a cane, with a weathered face but sharp eyes, walked in.
The old man scanned the room with a detached gaze and asked:
“Who is Lin Feng?”
“I am. Who are you?”
Lin Feng asked with interest.
“Lin Feng killed over a dozen people from the Baiyun Chamber of Commerce, including the Gun King Chen Ziang. I am here under orders to kill Lin Feng!”
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man suddenly straightened his hunched back, and a terrifying gun intent burst forth from the cane in his hand, causing the tables and chairs of the Western Zhou to creak.
In the next moment.
“Whoosh~”
That seemingly ordinary cane transformed into a dazzling silver spear!
The old man stood tall, holding the silver spear, his hair like silver snow, dancing without wind, resembling a god of war descending to the mortal realm!
“Roar~”
The long spear in his hand emitted a series of dragon roars, as if he was holding not a spear, but a silver dragon!
Seeing this scene, everyone in the room gasped, their faces filled with shock.
“It’s actually the Gun King Chen Ziang, ranked eight hundred thirty-one on the Summer List! Hasn’t he been in seclusion for a long time? Why is he here to take revenge for the Baiyun Chamber of Commerce?”
“This person entered the Summer List thirty years ago at rank eight hundred thirty-one; his strength must be even more unfathomable now!”
“This is bad! Why is Chen Ziang here at this moment?”
Yao Chen, Yao Yan, Huang Mei Daoist, Zhao Wuji, and others all spoke up.
Chen Beixuan remained silent, but he secretly tightened his grip on the Longyun Sword, planning to unleash his Ten Thousand Sword Technique the moment Lin Feng showed any sign of losing!
In contrast to Chen Beixuan and the others, Wu Kuang, Zhang Miao, and others trembled with excitement!
They never expected that at such a critical moment,
a powerful ally would arrive!
This is simply divine assistance!
“Lin Feng, considering you are somewhat of a figure, kneel down and repent, and I may leave you with a whole corpse!”
Chen Ziang pointed his spear at Lin Feng, speaking coldly.
“Did you bring spirit stones?”
Lin Feng asked.
“Spirit stones?”
Chen Ziang was taken aback for a moment, then sneered:
“Spirit stones? I have no use for such things!”
“Then you can go die!”
Lin Feng said without hesitation, slapping out a hand from a distance, which grew countless times larger in mid-air, as if to block out the sun!
“Trivial skills, watch me unleash my spear like a dragon!”
Chen Ziang sneered, thrusting his long spear forward, the spear energy transforming into a silver dragon, charging towards Lin Feng’s giant hand.
“Boom boom boom!”
Under the gaze of everyone,
Lin Feng’s giant hand collided with the silver dragon, producing a series of thunderous sounds.
In the next moment.
“Bang!”
The giant hand easily shattered the silver dragon, pushing through invincibly, turning Chen Ziang into a mist of blood.
……
Silence!
An incomparably deep silence…
The crowd was stunned at this scene.
With just one slap!
It was still just one slap that killed the Gun King Chen Ziang, and it seemed no one could withstand Lin Feng’s second strike…
“Ten more minutes!”
At this moment, Lin Feng’s calm voice broke the silence in the room.
“So fast, you just said twenty-five minutes!”
a disciple of the Qingcheng Sword Sect exclaimed loudly.
“Slap!”
Lin Feng slapped the person into a mist of blood, then said indifferently:
“I say it’s how much it is; anyone who argues with me dies!”
“You…”
The Grand Elder Wu Kuang’s face turned pale, feeling as if his heart was being doused with ice water from head to toe in the middle of winter!
Who exactly is Lin Feng!
How can there be such a strong young man in today’s martial arts world!
Even the sect masters of some hidden sects wouldn’t be a match for him, right?
“Grand Elder… should we… should we just give him the spirit stones?”
another Martial Soul strongman from the Qingcheng Sword Sect stammered.
He never imagined he would be so scared that his lips trembled.
And seeing his terrified expression, no one in the room laughed at him, because at this moment, if it were them, they would probably be no better off than this Martial Soul strongman.
“Lin Feng, two thousand three hundred spirit stones, right? I can give them to you.”
Wu Kuang also conceded.
“Not enough now; it has to be three thousand three hundred.”
Lin Feng said indifferently.
“You…”
“Do you want to argue with me?”
Lin Feng coldly interrupted Wu Kuang.
“How could I? I would never argue with you. I just think that three thousand three hundred spirit stones is a perfect number. You’re quite thoughtful.”
Wu Kuang’s heart tightened, forcing a smile on his face.
“Is that so? I think the number 6666 is even better.”
Lin Feng said.
Wu Kuang’s expression changed slightly upon hearing this, wishing he could slap himself.
At that moment.
A middle-aged man in a blue shirt hurried in, smiling as he said:
“Lin Xiaoyou, one should spare others when possible, how about it?”
Lin Feng looked at the middle-aged man in the blue shirt, narrowing his eyes, and said nothing.
Meanwhile, Wu Kuang and the others were overjoyed, all loudly exclaiming:
“Welcome, Sect Master!”
“Welcome, Sect Master!”
“Welcome, Sect Master!”
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