Global source gas evolution

Chapter 211 His First Hand

Lin Feng now uses a mysterious-level spiritual seed as his source qi, which is equivalent to a practitioner of the mysterious realm who has lowered his cultivation to the ninth level of receiving qi. Although it is still not as pure as his own source qi, it is also better than most people. Much more refined.

boom!
Lin Feng's speed was too fast, and he punched directly on the chest of the seventh-level practitioner of Naqi, and the latter's chest was sunken visibly with the naked eye.

puff!
The practitioner of the seventh level of receiving Qi spat out a mouthful of blood, and his aura was exhausted to the extreme. Even if Lin Feng borrowed the mysterious-level spiritual species to exert his source power, it was not something a practitioner of the seventh level of receiving energy could resist.

Swish swish!
Three bursts of wind came, two of them were extremely fast, only two or three bodies away from Lin Feng, and the third was a little farther away from Lin Feng.

"Shadow Flash!"

Lin Feng's figure flickered, and he moved away in an instant, and the three attacks that came one after another all missed.

"Hmph." The leader glanced at the subordinate who could not afford to be seriously injured, and said coldly, "Does it need to be so severe?"

Lin Feng shook his fist and said lazily, "Isn't he dead?"

A gloomy look flashed across the face of the person headed by "you".

While speaking, Mu Shi, Mu Ning, and the member of Naqi Eightfold had already fought with their respective opponents. Except for Mu Shi who had a slight advantage, the other two had some disadvantages.

"This wooden lion's combat power is not bad."

Lin Feng was a little surprised to see that the wooden lions had an advantage against four, and two of them were practitioners of the same level.

"Hmph, you dare to be distracted." The leader of the Dead Leaf Tribe looked angry. Lin Feng actually dared to distract himself to observe other battle situations in a one-to-four situation.

Lin Feng looked at the leader of the Dead Leaf tribe with a playful smile on his face.

And when the leader saw Lin Feng's smile, his heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly said, "Quick back!"

However, when the leader said this, it seemed a bit late.

It turned out that the opponent's eighth-level practitioner of Naqi was proficient in stealth, and had already sneaked near Lin Feng, and launched a sneak attack when the leader spoke to attract Lin Feng's attention.

Whoosh!
The sound of the air being cut through instantly sounded, and an iron fist slammed towards Lin Feng's chest fiercely.

The person who punched and attacked Lin Feng was the eighth-level Naqi practitioner who was proficient in stealth. At this time, he was looking excited, as if he had seen Lin Feng being severely injured.

This practitioner of the eighth level of energy intake is very excited at this time. He is proficient in stealth, and has killed many people with higher realms than him with this hand. At this moment, he feels that he is about to kill a practitioner of the ninth level of energy intake. He is very excited .

However, this practitioner of the eighth level of Naqi still has some doubts in his heart, that is, why did the boss let him retreat?

The next moment, to the horror of the practitioner at the eighth level of Naqi, Lin Feng directly slapped his fist without looking back.

Click!

The sound of bones breaking came out clearly, and the arm of the eighth-level practitioner of Naqi became horribly deformed in an instant, and Lin Feng broke his fist with a palm!

"what!"

The practitioner at the eighth level of Naqi let out an extremely shrill scream, but the strength of Lin Feng's palm had not dissipated, and the force of the palm was still undiminished, and it directly hit the former's chest.

"Gah."

The man was slapped on the chest by Lin Feng's palm, like a duck whose neck was suddenly strangled, the screaming stopped suddenly, and his face was distorted due to pain and suffocation.

"It's too miserable." The battle group of three people including Wood Lion stagnated for a moment because of this man's tragedy, and the eyes of both sides looking at Lin Feng were extremely exciting.

Lin Feng looked very handsome, but this attack was really dark. The practitioner of the eighth level of Na Qi did not die, but the pain made one's scalp tingle just thinking about it.

"Is this someone from the Black Flame Tribe? It's really dark."

Mu Tuo stared at the screen, watching that the hand bone of the Dead Leaf Tribe was broken by Lin Feng, or almost shattered, and then he was slapped on the chest by Lin Feng, forcibly stopping the screaming.

Shouting can relieve the pain, but this man's scream was forcibly cut off by Lin Feng's palm. The pain caused the veins on the man's forehead to bulge, and the eyeballs protruded, making him look extremely painful.

"Sure enough, those who come from the Black Flame Tribe have no good problems." Mu Ping let out a long breath, with excitement in his voice, the more ruthless and stronger Lin Feng was, the happier he was.

"Friend, isn't it too ruthless?" The leader of the Dead Leaf Tribe looked extremely ugly. He was the strongest person in their team, but the team members who followed him were killed by two.

Moreover, he could see that Lin Feng was very powerful. Lin Feng could obviously make his subordinates less painful, but he deliberately used this method of torture, which was really infuriating.

Of course, the leader couldn't say anything, because Lin Feng didn't violate the rules of the Mu Clan Association, and didn't kill him on purpose.

Lin Feng smiled and said: "You may not believe it, but he did it first."

The leader was speechless, Lin Feng was right, it was their people who attacked first, but Lin Feng's spiritual sense was terribly sharp, and he directly sensed someone's sneak attack in advance.

However, they didn't know that Lin Feng beat them not with spiritual sense, but with real combat strength.

"Go together!"

The leader didn't want to say anything to Lin Fengduo anymore, the strength shown by the latter made him a little uneasy.

Swish.

The leader and another Ninth Level Naqi practitioner attacked at the same time. They were extremely fast, and they had to rely on numbers and strength to crush Lin Feng.

However, although their speed is fast, Lin Feng's speed is even faster.

Lin Feng used spiritual seeds to stimulate the source power. Although the source power was not as pure as the power tempered by his Immortal Sutra, it was far superior to ordinary practitioners of the ninth level of Na Qi.

Bang bang bang.

Lin Feng fought with the two of them. The two sides fought fiercely, and the tyrannical energy ripples burst out from time to time.

Boom!

Lin Feng knocked the leader away with a fist, then turned around and whipped his legs, and lashed at another practitioner at the ninth level of Naqi.

Seeing this, the cultivator of the Ninth Level of Na Qi quickly crossed his arms in front of him, trying to resist Lin Feng's kick.

thump.

As if a sledgehammer had hit a hard object, the muffled sound spread, and the Ninth Level of Naqi Practitioner rubbed his feet against the ground and kept retreating, leaving a very obvious mark on the ground.

"What a powerful force." The leader looked at Lin Feng with solemn eyes, and he began to realize that their Dead Leaf tribe might have a round trip today, and the possibility is not small.

And after the Ninth Level Naqi practitioner stabilized his figure, his eyes towards Lin Feng changed. At this moment, his arms trembled slightly, and one of his arms was even hurting in the bones, as if he had been kicked by Lin Feng Kicked out the bone fracture.

This Ninth Level Qi Na Qi practitioner was somewhat unacceptable. He was also a Ninth Layer Qi Gaining Layer practitioner, but he was kicked until his bones were cracked by a practitioner of the same level.

Lin Feng looked at the other two with a cold expression, and said softly: "It's time to end, the spirit seed is mine."

Swish.

As soon as Lin Feng finished speaking, his figure disappeared in place, and his whole body was like a black sharp arrow, aiming at the Ninth Level Na Qi cultivator with a broken arm.

"Mu Yi, come and help!" The leader shouted when he saw this.

(End of this chapter)