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When the Second Elder arrived, Lin Feng had just returned from the outer ring of Beijing.

There were no signs whatsoever.

The sky was clear and the wind wasn't strong.

Lin Feng rode on the neck of the earth dragon, about fifty kilometers away from the Alliance headquarters.

Then it got dark.

It is a large-scale flow of Qi and blood.

A thick, black aura of blood swept down from the horizon directly in front of them, covering half the sky.

The earth dragon gripped tightly with all four claws at the same time.

The dragon lowered its head, letting out a sob.

Not a half-step Martial Emperor.

This time it is true.

Emperor Wu.

An old man in a gray robe appeared out of nowhere, three hundred meters in front of the earth dragon.

There was no sonic boom, no blast wave.

He just stood there in mid-air, with nothing under his feet.

Lin Feng pushed out with his mental power, but it shattered after pushing for less than ten meters.

It feels similar to being suppressed by the dragon vein in the core area of ​​the Ten Thousand Mountains.

But this time, it wasn't the remains from the seal that were pressing down.

It is a living person.

"You enjoy killing people?"

The Second Elder's voice came from the sky, each word carrying substantial pressure.

Lin Feng felt a tightness in his chest.

"good."

Stand firm.

"It's just too little, not enough."

The Second Elder did not laugh.

He raised his hand.

There were no fancy moves.

He simply pushed forward with his palm.

But in Lin Feng's perception, all the air within a radius of 500 meters had stopped.

Then squeeze onto him.

Within a radius of 500 meters, all the air was compressed into a tangible form by the blood and qi of a Martial Emperor.

The earth dragon's scales creaked under the pressure.

Lin Feng kicked off the dragon's back and jumped out.

We can't let the earth dragon carry this.

Even a full-force attack from a Martial Emperor was too much for a Martial Saint's Earth Dragon to withstand.

He regained his balance in mid-air.

A crimson spear was held horizontally in front of him.

The indestructible golden body was operating at full power, and golden patterns spread from the neck to the whole body.

The compressed air rolled over.

boom!

Lin Feng's body was slapped down.

It crashed directly to the ground from a height of 300 meters.

He hit a small hill on his back, which broke in half, sending rocks flying dozens of meters away.

A mouthful of blood welled up in his mouth.

The broken rib in my chest split open again.

Lin Feng climbed out of the rubble and spat out the blood in his mouth.

This blow did not seriously injure him.

The indestructible golden body withstood most of the impact. However, its internal organs were displaced and needed a few seconds to adjust back to their original position.

The Second Elder floated down from the sky, his toes touching the ground lightly.

"A body cultivator?" He twitched his eyelids slightly. "No wonder he was able to kill those three trash in hand-to-hand combat."

Lin Feng didn't respond to him.

He planted the gun on the ground to steady himself.

"Old man!"

The crimson gold spear was swung out.

A blue dragon emerges from the sea.

The spear's energy struck the Second Elder's body.

Useless.

The crimson-gold aura struck the pale gold patterns, creating the same effect as mud plastered on a city wall.

scattered.

The Second Elder didn't even move.

He just stood there, letting Lin Feng's spear energy hit him, without even raising an eyebrow.

"Finished?"

Lin Feng hadn't put his gun away yet.

The Second Elder's hand has arrived.

Five withered fingers gripped the shaft of the Dragon Blood Crimson Gold Spear.

bang.

Cracks appeared on the gun barrel.

The physical strength of a Martial Emperor caused a crack to appear in the Dragon Blood Crimson Gold Spear.

Lin Feng's hands went numb from the force transmitted through them.

His hand was split open, and blood was flowing down the gun barrel.

He didn't let go.

The Second Elder raised his other hand, palm facing Lin Feng's chest.

"Die."

A cloud of dark gray energy surged from his palm.

Lin Feng released his left hand, and all thirty-six Starfall Nine Tribulation Blades shot out, blocking in front of him.

The silver throwing knives collided with the gray-black aura and shattered into twelve pieces.

The remaining twenty-four were flung away and scattered all over the ground.

The residual force of the qi struck Lin Feng's chest.

puff!

Another mouthful of blood.

His body flew backward, crashing into two large trees before coming to a stop at the third.

Its back was embedded in the tree trunk, and its feet were half a meter off the ground.

The golden patterns of the indestructible golden body flashed wildly beneath the skin, withstanding most of the impact.

But the internal injuries worsened.

The blood and qi in my meridians are surging erratically, and my lower abdomen is aching slightly.

The gap cannot be completely bridged.

The second elder slowly walked towards him.

With each step, a new crack appears on the ground.

"You killed Bai Yong, and those three good-for-nothings. I didn't originally intend to take action myself."

He stopped three meters in front of Lin Feng.

"But you have the aura of a dragon vein on you."

The Second Elder's vertical pupils contracted slightly.

"The Eye of Ten Thousand Beasts? Where did you get such a thing?"

Lin Feng struggled free from the tree trunk, staggered to his feet, and blood was still dripping from the corner of his mouth.

"What's it to you where I got it?"

He held the crimson gold spear in his hand.

The Second Elder shook his head.

"What a pity."

He stretched his hand forward.

Five fingers pointed at Lin Feng's crown.

Qi and blood stagnate.

This wasn't a casual snapshot. It was a killing.

Lin Feng's mind was racing.

Martial arts point.

How much is left on the system panel?

Current Martial Arts Points: 11760000

If that's not enough, then aim for an even higher level.

The difference between the Martial Saint and the Martial Emperor is not small.

But enough to advance one level.

His finger touched down in his mind.

[Consumption of martial arts points×10000000]

[Realm Advancement: Martial Saint Stage 1 → Martial Saint Stage 2!]

Qi and blood exploded from the dantian once again.

His bones cracked and popped, his meridians swelled, and the golden patterns all over his body suddenly emerged from their hidden state.

The Second Elder stopped.

He sensed that the concentration of Qi and blood in Lin Feng's body had jumped again.

"Upgraded?"

His tone finally changed slightly.

Lin Feng did not answer.

Martial Saint, Second Stage.

He felt a little more confident facing Emperor Wu.

The Crimson Gold Spear is charging up.

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

A full-force shot.

The moment the spear energy exploded from the spear tip, the color of the dragon blood flames changed from crimson gold to white-hot.

Just like when we dealt with Bai Yong.

But this time the density is higher.

The infusion of the second-stage Martial Saint's Qi and blood, combined with the compression of the dragon blood flames, made the light on the tip of the spear dazzlingly bright.

The Second Elder frowned.

He didn't take the hit head-on.

He took a step back.

That's it.

This is exactly what Lin Feng has been waiting for.

The gun wasn't aimed at anyone else.

The tip of the gun slammed into the ground.

The intense heat exploded outwards from the point of contact, tearing a deep crater in the ground.

Gravel and soil shot into the sky, mixed with fragments of reddish-gold.

Smoke and dust obscured the view.

The Second Elder's spiritual power swept through the smoke and dust.

The person is gone.

Taking advantage of the smoke and dust from that shot, Lin Feng retreated to a distance of fifty meters.

Not a coward.

We are waiting.

Before this, the communicator had vibrated three times in my pocket.

The first one was Duan Hongyuan's "Run Fast".

The second one was the coordinate positioning provided by Duan Hongyuan.

The third time was two minutes ago.

There are only four characters.

"Hold on, we're coming."

The Second Elder emerged from the smoke and dust.

There was some dust on my clothes, so I just patted it off.

"Why are you running?"

His figure flashed.

The 103-year-old bone moved so fast that Lin Feng's Eye of Ten Thousand Beasts only caught a fleeting glimpse of it.

Lin Feng instinctively held his gun horizontally.

clang!

He was thrown into the air by the impact.

The crack on the gun barrel had spread to half of the gun shaft.

The Second Elder didn't stop moving and chased after Lin Feng in the direction he flew off.

The second palm strike landed on Raymond Lam's back.

boom!

The golden patterns concentrated on the back, absorbing 70% of the force.

The remaining 30% was poured into the body.

Blood was gushing from Lin Feng's mouth and nose at the same time.

His knee slammed into the ground, causing a section of the ground to collapse.

The Second Elder stood above him, looking down at him.

"It's been so many years since the Dragon Kingdom has produced a genius like you. It would be a pity to kill you."

He squatted down.

"I'll give you one last chance. Surrender to me, and I'll spare your life."

Lin Feng lay on the ground, his mouth full of blood.

He raised his head.

"How old are you?"

The Second Elder was stunned.

"Over a hundred years old, right? You've lived to such an old age, and you come to me asking for things."

Lin Feng spat out the blood foam from his mouth.

"Why don't you go beg for food?"

The Second Elder's face immediately darkened.

He straightened up, spread his five fingers, and dark gray energy gathered in his palm.

"Then die!"

A golden beam of light cleaved down from the sky.

The moment the golden light fell, all sound within a hundred meters disappeared.

The Second Elder's palm was still raised in mid-air.

His body suddenly veered to the right.

A half-foot-long wound stretched from his left shoulder to his chest, with golden qi lingering at the edges of the wound, burning his skin wildly.

Duan Hongyuan emerged from the golden light.

His complexion was better than it had been in front of the stone platform.

There was something extra in my hand.

A three-foot-long golden short sword.

The patterns on the sword were exactly the same as the qi on his body.

Longyuan.