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As Lin Feng's vital energy surged out from the entrance of the secret chamber, the three old men simultaneously shifted their positions half a step back.

Half a step.

He's over a hundred years old, but his fighting instincts are ingrained in his bones; his body reacts before his brain.

The one in the middle was the first to come to his senses.

His mouth twitched twice.

"Martial Saint? You were a Martial Venerable before you went in..."

"Talks too much."

Lin Feng stepped out of the secret room.

The crimson gold spear lay horizontally, its tip licked by dragon blood flames, the heat distorting the air on either side.

The old man on the left moved first.

His speed was several times faster than when he flung the iron eagle away.

With his qi and blood fully unleashed, the pressure of a half-step Martial Emperor crashed down, his palm wrapped in thick qi, his five fingers forming a claw, heading straight for Lin Feng's crown.

Lin Feng's gun did not move.

He raised his left hand.

Lock onto the weakest point in the opponent's blood and qi flow.

Behind the third floating rib on the left side, at the intersection of meridians, there is a vacuum area of ​​vital energy, only the size of a copper coin.

Everyone who cultivates the essence of the dragon vein has a weakness.

When the Qi and blood are too mixed and not fully integrated, there will be a gap in the density of Qi at the intersection of meridians.

Bai Yong has it.

These three old guys also have them.

Mental strength is the key to detecting weaknesses.

Lin Feng condensed a ball of crimson-gold energy in his left palm and struck the vacuum area.

The physical strength of the indestructible golden body, combined with the blood and qi infused by the first stage of Martial Saint.

The palm strike arrived.

The old man hadn't even touched Lin Feng's hair yet.

boom!

Lin Feng placed his palm on his left rib.

The vital energy flowed in from the base of his palm, precisely piercing that vulnerable spot.

Once inside, it exploded.

The old man's body split open from his left rib to both sides.

The qi and blood flowed backward along the meridians, disrupting the internal circulation.

He opened his mouth, but before he could spit out a mouthful of black blood...

Lin Feng had already sent out the Crimson Gold Spear with his right hand.

A blue dragon emerges from the sea.

The spear tip pierced the old man's chest and exited through his back.

Dragon blood and flames poured in.

It burned from the outside in for less than two seconds.

The person was broken in two.

The first one died.

From the moment the attack began to the moment the killing was completed, it was all in one move.

The pupils of the two old men in the middle and on the right contracted simultaneously.

They have lived for nearly a hundred years, and their cultivation level of half-step Martial Emperor is already top-tier combat power in the Dragon Kingdom.

His old partner was instantly defeated by a young man who had just broken through to the Martial Saint realm, and his cognitive system shattered on the spot.

"Attack together!"

The one in the middle roared. The two moved simultaneously.

The old man on the right formed a hand seal, and ten poisonous beams shot out simultaneously, sealing off Lin Feng's left and right sides and the top of his head.

The old man in the middle was more direct.

His body exploded into a cloud of grayish-white energy, his human form dissipated, and he turned into a gray mist that rushed towards him from the front.

Blood Fusion Escape Technique.

He temporarily vaporized his body, enveloping it in the shockwave of a half-step Martial Emperor's blood and qi, and directly crushed the target.

This move has no physical form to attack.

It's like shooting at thin air.

But Lin Feng refused to believe it.

The moment the gray fog rolled in, all the stone slabs within a ten-meter radius beneath their feet were shattered.

The density of the blood and qi shockwave is so high that it can crush a Martial Venerable into mincemeat.

Lin Feng did not back down.

He turned to face the ten poisonous beams emanating from the old man on his right.

Thirty-six Starfall Nine Calamity Blades shot out from his sleeve.

It wasn't that we faced the poisonous light head-on; we went around it.

The silver throwing knife drew an arc in mid-air, passing through the gaps in the poisonous light, and headed straight for the old man's body on the right.

The old man on the right had his protective aura glow for a moment.

Broken.

The throwing knife cuts in simultaneously.

Puff puff!

The meridians in his limbs were severed, and his dantian was simultaneously shredded by twelve flying knives.

The old man's body disintegrated in mid-air.

It wasn't just shattered into pieces; it was shredded into dust by thirty-six high-speed spinning throwing knives.

The blood mist hadn't even had time to dissipate.

The second one also died.

Two moves.

The gray fog was already upon us.

The gray-white aura that the old man in the middle had transformed into enveloped Lin Feng's entire body, and shockwaves of qi and blood pressed in from all directions.

An ordinary martial saint would have their meridians ruptured if they stayed here for three seconds.

Lin Feng stood in the center of the gray fog.

The indestructible golden body is perfected.

The Heavenly Gang Body Forging Technique has been perfected.

The shockwave of qi and blood pressed against his skin, making two hissing sounds.

It wasn't pressed down.

Raymond Lam's left eye lit up.

The Eye of Ten Thousand Beasts pierced through the gray mist and found a point in the pervasive aura.

The core of the gray fog.

That was the crucial point where the old man's Qi Sea condensed and took shape.

If you break that point, he has to go back from a gaseous state to a solid state.

The Crimson Gold Spear is charging up.

The third move of the Great Wilderness Dragon Subduing Style: Great Wilderness Meteor.

All the vital energy of the Martial Saint was compressed into a single point and poured into the tip of the spear.

The gun was thrust out.

The crimson-gold spear energy exploded in the gray mist.

boom!

The gray fog was torn in two.

A human figure tumbled out of the gray fog.

The old man was forcibly returned to his physical form, still spitting out the black blood in his mouth.

He stretched his hand forward, as if to form another hand seal.

That's too late.

Lin Feng's gun has arrived.

The tip of the gun pierced his Adam's apple and emerged from the back of his neck.

Dragon blood and flames poured in.

two seconds.

The third old man turned into a charred stick of firewood.

Three tricks.

Three half-step Martial Emperors.

They're all dead.

The courtyard was quiet.

Iron Eagle leaned against the wall, his mouth wide open enough to fit a fist.

Lin Feng put the gun away and shook off the burnt flesh clinging to the tip.

He bent down and picked up the three corpses one by one.

The two broken bodies were put into storage bags.

A complete one, carried directly on the shoulder.

He flipped himself onto the earth dragon.

"Iron Eagle".

"......exist!"

"Collect the body."

Iron Eagle paused for half a second, then did as instructed.

-

The underground black tower of Beijing.

On the deepest stone platform, only two figures remained, sitting cross-legged.

The three seats that were just occupied are now empty.

The outer array suddenly trembled.

A withered old man walked in through the array passage.

He was even thinner than the other three, and his eye sockets were so deep that his eyeballs were almost invisible.

He was carrying a communicator, the screen of which displayed the photo of the road sign.

"Second Elder." The person on the left side of the stone platform raised his eyelids.

The old man, known as the Second Elder, crushed the communicator.

Metal fragments mixed with plastic fell to the ground, clattering and clanging.

"Chen Yuan is 103 years old, Zhou Heng is 98 years old, and Li Shuangting is 107 years old."

The Second Elder's voice was squeezed out from deep within his throat.

"All three half-step Martial Emperors are dead."

The two people on the stone platform remained silent.

The second elder took two steps forward. His footsteps echoed in the empty basement.

"I'll go myself."

The person on the right side of the stone platform opened their mouth.

"Second Elder, Duan Hongyuan is with this man..."

"Duan Hongyuan has lost his vital energy and cannot withstand the full force." The Second Elder's hand emerged from his sleeve.

That hand was thinner than the others, but there were faint golden lines pulsating at the joints.

Emperor Wu.

The true Emperor Wu.