Kill the enemy and get a wife? I'll single-handedly slaughter my way through the Northern Barba

Lin Feng and Zheng Yan, one is good at strength, and the other is good at agility.

The clash between the two was truly breathtaking.

Every game is aimed at the opponent's vitals; a slight mistake can lead to instant death.

Their strength was rapidly waning, and both of them gradually lost speed and power.

They had been fighting and raiding for most of the day, and then fought from dusk till late at night. With the fighting stopping and starting, their physical strength was already nearing its limit.

"Clang—"

The two collided with full force again, and were immediately knocked back several steps.

Zheng Yan's hands trembled uncontrollably. He steadied himself and stared at Lin Feng, panting heavily.

"I never imagined... that you would push me to this point!"

As he spoke, Zheng Yan reached into his robes and pulled out an exquisite brocade pouch.

The bag is engraved with a uniquely shaped flower, the outline of which faintly depicts the Yin-Yang symbol.

He then took out an item from the brocade pouch, which was a pill as red as agate and decorated with golden patterns on its surface.

Moreover, the pattern was exactly the same as the design on the brocade pouch.

Lin Feng frowned slightly and blurted out, "Blood Edge Pill!"

Zheng Yan tilted his head back and swallowed the pill, sneering, "You seem to know quite a bit, but this one is far superior to those scumbags from the Blood Vanguard Camp!"

"This was personally crafted by the Imperial Preceptor of Xuanji Palace!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zheng Yan's cheeks visibly flushed red.

Fine red lines were faintly visible beneath his skin, as if blood was surging.

not good!

Lin Feng's heart sank. The pill that Zheng Yan swallowed was probably even more wicked than the Blood Edge Pill.

Moreover, Zheng Yan said that this pill came from the national teacher of Xuanji Palace. Could it be that the Blood Edge Pill is also related to that Northern Barbarian national teacher?

Without thinking twice, Lin Feng launched a fierce attack on Zheng Yan with his blade.

The Cheng Ying Sword and the Willow Leaf Blade were as easy for him to wield as his own arms, with the sword in his left hand and the blade in his right, launching a continuous barrage of attacks!

"kill!"

Under the influence of the drug, Zheng Yan's eyes turned bloodshot, and he swung the Soul-Snatching Halberd down fiercely.

"Buzz—"

The Soul-Snatching Halberd whistled through the air, its power even more terrifying than before, and it hurtled straight towards them with a biting cold wind.

Seeing this, Lin Feng dared not take the attack head-on and retreated half a step as before.

But just as he took a half step back, Zheng Yan suddenly took a half step forward as well.

It should be noted that Zheng Yanzheng was wielding a heavy weapon at high speed and could even change his moves instantly.

It is evident that his strength and physical coordination are ridiculously strong!

Seeing that he couldn't dodge in time, Lin Feng immediately raised his sword to parry the blow.

"Clang!"

The immense force traveled through the sword and blade, pressing down hard on Lin Feng, the back of the weapon slamming heavily into his chest.

In an instant, a metallic taste surged in his chest, and Lin Feng nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Lin Feng! You killed my brother! I will tear you to pieces!"

Zheng Yan's mind was clearly affected by the pills, and he became increasingly deranged, with his strength reaching a new level.

The relentless attacks forced Lin Feng to defend himself, leaving him with no chance to retaliate.

On the cliff, sparks flew as weapons clashed, and the two exchanged more than a dozen blows in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, Zheng Yan delivered a powerful blow, sweeping the Soul-Snatching Halberd towards Lin Feng.

"Clang!"

Lin Feng was swept away two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters) by the force of the blow, his arms throbbing with excruciating pain, and he was completely exhausted. He struggled to get up, but Zheng Yan kicked him hard in the chest.

"Bang!"

Lin Feng slid sideways several feet along the ground, and a mouthful of blood immediately gushed out.

Zheng Yan stared coldly at him, then sneered, "Which part of you do you want me to cut off first? Your hands? Your feet? Or should I rip open your internal organs?"

"Please me, and perhaps I can grant you a quick death!"

"Cough cough..." Lin Feng coughed twice and vomited a mouthful of blood.

He struggled to sit up, reached into his robes, and muttered to himself.

"I killed your brother, so you want to tear me to pieces?"

"Zheng Yan, since you Northern Barbarian Tartars invaded the Great Qian Dynasty, how many innocent people have you killed?"

"In Chicken Cry City, how many people have you slaughtered, harmed, or even pickled to eat?"

Lin Feng finally found his target—a small cloth bag containing a pill, which Du Banruo had given him.

At this moment, Lin Feng had exhausted all his strength.

Although Du Banruo had warned him that this pill had severe side effects, he had no other choice at this moment.

He tilted his head back and swallowed the pill, then looked directly at Zheng Yan: "Your brother Zheng Bin is a human being, but those dead civilians weren't?"

A hint of contempt flashed in Zheng Yan's eyes: "Han people? You dare call yourselves human? You only deserve to be slaves of my Northern Barbarians! I can kill you when I want, and eat you when I want!"

The pill melted upon entering his mouth, transforming into a warm current that flowed into Lin Feng's abdomen.

At first, the warmth was gentle, but after only a dozen breaths, a burning sensation suddenly surged up and instantly filled my limbs and bones.

The fatigue quickly faded away, and my strength not only returned to its peak, but even surpassed that of the past!

Lin Feng slowly raised his head and met Zheng Yan's gaze.

"Slaves? Zheng Yan, you northern barbarians, what right do you have to treat us Han people as slaves?"

"No matter how many cities you occupy, or how many Han people you kill, you can never defeat the people of my Great Qian Dynasty!"

"If five years isn't enough, then ten; if ten years isn't enough, then fifty!"

"Sooner or later, I will lead the people of the world to drive you Tartars back to your homeland! Kill!"

The surging power within him made Lin Feng excited. The Cheng Ying Sword and the Willow Leaf Blade danced in his hands like a storm, and his speed increased significantly, making him almost as fast as Zheng Yan.

The two clashed more and more fiercely, like snowflakes in a storm.

Weapons clashed and clashed, and the life-or-death struggle never ceased.

A look of surprise flashed across Zheng Yan's arrogant eyes, which then turned serious.

Although the pills from Xuanji Palace that he took made him incredibly brave and invincible, their effects were quite limited.

If he can't defeat Lin Feng before the effects of the medicine wear off, he himself will die!

Anxious, Zheng Yan immediately launched a desperate attack.

He completely abandoned defense, focusing solely on offense, and his moves became increasingly ferocious.

"Whoosh!"

The willow-leaf blade sliced ​​through Zheng Yan's thigh, but he didn't even flinch. Instead, he swung his halberd backhand and stabbed Lin Feng hard in the ribs.

"Click—"

A crisp cracking sound rang out as Lin Feng's ribs were shattered with a single blow!

Neither of them seemed to feel any pain; they fought with a life-or-death mentality, each move potentially fatal.

Shoulders, thighs, ribs, chest...

Wounds covered both of them, but neither was willing to change their tactics.

They were all afraid that their own medication would run out of power first.

"kill!"

Lin Feng struck the Soul-Snatching Halberd again with a heavy blow.

Normally, Zheng Yan would have been more than capable of taking that hit.

But at the moment the weapons clashed, Zheng Yan was exhausted and his arms trembled slightly.

Lin Feng keenly spotted this subtle opening, and he immediately stomped his feet on the ground, pushing Zheng Yan backward with all his might.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Zheng Yan tried his best to resist, but the effects of the medicine were waning too quickly.

He had no time to adapt and could only barely hold on, retreating repeatedly to dissipate the force.

Just as Zheng Yan finally regained his footing, Lin Feng suddenly flicked his left hand, and a bronze snake-shaped hidden weapon suddenly emerged from under his sleeve, from which a silver needle shot out.

"Whoosh—Pfft!"

The silver needle pierced Zheng Yan's left eye with precision, and blood gushed out instantly, staining half of his cheek red.

"what!"

The excruciating pain caused Zheng Yangang, who had just managed to steady himself, to lean back again.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Lin Feng exerted his strength and shoved him backward hard.

Suddenly, Zheng Yan's feet lost their footing, and his muddled mind abruptly cleared.

not good!

cliff!

The two were fighting right next to a cliff, and the fight had been so intense that he had completely forgotten about it!

However, Zheng Yan refused to sit idly by and wait for death as he fell, and suddenly thrust the Soul-Snatching Halberd forward.

The steel crescent blade at the tip of the halberd has a groove along its edge, which is just right to hook onto objects.

This poke actually hooked onto the metal buckle of Lin Feng's leather belt.

The force of Zheng Yan's fall, combined with the weight of the man and the halberd, made it impossible for Lin Feng to maintain his balance, even with his strength surging.

The next moment, Zheng Yan forcibly dragged him down into the depths of the cliff!

Amidst the howling wind, Zheng Yan, blind in one eye, roared with maniacal laughter: "Lin Feng! You'll die with me! It's worth it! It's worth it! Hahahaha!"

Lin Feng slowly closed his eyes, and scenes from the past flashed before his eyes.

He saw Song Yuwei and Su Wan'er's gentle yet sorrowful faces...

I saw Wang Dahu, Zhang Ergou, and familiar figures like Lü Zheng and Li Ping'an...

His heart was filled with regret, resentment, and deep guilt.

Yuwei, Wan'er, I'm sorry, I... can't go back...