Chapter 992: Should I Be so Strong?

Surprise!

What a fucking surprise!

After searching for a long time, I finally found it.

I just fell asleep and someone brought me a pillow. I just went up the mountain and saw Luo Feng.

God has been very kind to me!

The few people looked at each other, extremely excited, and quickly surrounded Luo Feng.

"Do it!"

They showed their weapons one by one.

The eyes looking at Luo Feng were full of greed, passion, and desire. This head is worth 200 million!

There are too many people looking for Luo Feng in this mountain. Once Luo Feng is found, they must act quickly.

Kill Luo Feng in seconds!

With a whoosh, one of them rushed up impatiently, striding over a few meters, with a clear goal, to the point, and to take Luo Feng's head directly.

"Very good." Luo Feng nodded, raised his hand directly, and his momentum instantly rose, extremely terrifying. In just a moment, the man who rushed up had his arm twisted off. Luo Feng kicked him more than ten meters away with a kick, and the screams shook the earth.

"Ah!"

Everyone's face turned pale.

Very surprised.

"Didn't Senior Nan Fengyun say that Luo Feng's injury would take at least a month to recover..."

"He must be at the end of his strength."

"Yes, a last gasp."

After figuring this out, the others became bolder, but they didn't dare to be careless. The next moment, several people attacked almost at the same time, stepped forward and approached Luo Feng.

Huh!

It was like a strong wind blowing in the mountain.

A terrible blow!

Luo Feng waved his arm, and in an instant, it was like a gibbon showing his magical power, with a strong wind. Wherever he pointed, several people were repelled, bleeding and falling to the ground, their internal organs seemed to be blown open, and they were in so much pain that they couldn't stand up.

If Luo Feng didn't have a trace of kindness in his heart,

I'm afraid he would have started killing them long ago.

These warriors were at best just blinded by profit, and Luo Feng was too lazy to kill them.

What's more, if he really killed them, this mountain would probably be full of corpses.

Of course, these warriors were useless if they didn't die, and even if they were cured, their strength would be greatly reduced.

This is the price.

No deal is risk-free.

Taking Luo Feng's head is even more risky.

Luo Feng didn't even look at these people, and turned away.

He showed up to collect debts, and he wouldn't let it go just because of a few people.

Today, everyone on this mountain, except Luo Feng, has to crawl out.

Luo Feng's eyes flashed with a hint of mania.

Just after taking a few steps, another surprised voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Luo Feng!"

Luo Feng turned around, "You are so happy to see me."

A minute later, three people were lying on the grass with broken hands or feet, wailing in pain, with fear on their faces.

There were many warriors on the mountain.

Luo Feng didn't know how many groups he had knocked down. In short, it didn't take long for the whole mountain to explode, and everyone knew a piece of news.

The God of Killing is back!

Luo Feng, a strong return.

All the warriors who met Luo Feng, without exception, were all destroyed by the powerful blow.

The mountain was filled with fear.

Every warrior was stunned.

Surprised.

Surprised.

Fearful.

Unbelievable.

Shocked.

"Luo Feng, how can you still have such strength? Isn't he injured at all?"

"I heard it's a last gasp."

"I'm so angry, you've been fighting for so long, and you're still not exhausted."

The warriors gradually gathered together.

They formed alliances one after another.

There is strength in numbers, this truth is obvious.

However, everyone understands the truth, but it is of little use.

One by one, the anti-Feng alliances were crushed.

The whole mountain was stained with blood, and the rocks echoed with screams.

"Last gasp... Fuck you! Who said that? Does Luo Feng's condition look like a last gasp?"

There were cries of grief everywhere.

Luo Feng killed from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, and then went around the foot of the mountain and killed back to the top of the mountain.

Release a signal.

Luo Feng is back!

Halfway up the mountain, there is an open flat land.

Near the cliff, there is an octagonal pavilion, a stone table, a stone bench, a pot of wine, and a white robe.

"Get out!"

He shouted softly, and at the same time slapped the stone table, the pot trembled, and the wine on it splashed out. He grabbed it with one hand, and the water dripped through the stone and flew out of the pavilion.

Flying flowers and leaves, dripping water hurt people.

Outside the pavilion, screams came one after another. Everyone was terrified, embarrassed and panicked, and retreated again and again.

I have never seen such a last gasp.

It's so fucking scary!

This is simply a panacea!

A word awakens the dreamer.

Many people immediately thought of a possibility...

"Yes! Luo Feng must have taken some medicine that can stimulate his potential in a short period of time!"

"He is so high-profile just to scare us away."

"That's true."

Although there are many warriors around the pavilion, none of them left. They all concluded that Luo Feng must be at the end of his strength.

He can't hold on for much longer.

From time to time, a group of warriors would go up to test, but they were all beaten back and ended up miserably.

Five minutes.

Ten minutes.

Half an hour passed!

Boom!

Several more warriors were blown away, and the blood arrows were like a gorgeous rainbow.

They fell to the ground with broken bones and screamed and wailed, just like the Shura Hell, the scene was horrifying.

Many people shuddered at the same time.

Too scary!

Did he take medicine? Did he stimulate his potential? It doesn't look like that.

"With my current strength, I'm afraid I won't lose to Ouyang Tianfu even if I face him head-on." Luo Feng stood up with great momentum.

He killed people all over the mountain, firstly to vent the frustration of fleeing for the past two days, and secondly, to temper the power he had just broken through! The power has been greatly improved, and he needs to slowly adapt in the battle and fully control the power.

He glanced.

The warriors retreated one after another, with fear on their faces.

Luo Feng walked forward a few steps and left the pavilion. The warriors outside the pavilion looked cautious and ready for battle.

"Don't be afraid! He must be holding on by force, just bluffing." One person shouted, looking at Luo Feng's expression, the more he looked, the more it looked like that. "Look, his eyes are not right, his face is not right, look, look, there must be a problem."

Originally, they didn't think there was anything wrong, but after this person said that, everyone looked more and more like it, rubbing their hands, eager to try.

"Go!"

At the instigation of some people, another group of warriors rushed up. Luo Feng was like a leisurely stroll in the garden, a lion among the sheep, punching and kicking, one after another, bodies vomiting blood and falling to the ground, lying in all directions, curled up in pain.

One-sided.

Strong crushing, fierce dragon crossing the river.

After a group of warriors fell to the ground, the rest finally understood.

Fuck the last gasp!

Fuck the panacea!

Fuck the two hundred million!

Fuck Nan Fengyun!

Fuck...Okay, I dare not offend the Mantian Sect!

In short, the hearts of the warriors present were broken!

Luo Feng's state at this moment clearly showed that he had recovered to his peak.

The power that burst out between his gestures broke the boulders.

Luo Feng stood on the mountain road, with his hands behind his back, and the warriors in front of him retreated like a tide.

"A mob."

Luo Feng said lightly.

At this time, a long roar suddenly came from the distance.

Like a tiger roaring in the mountains.

The momentum was like a rainbow!

A body stepped into the air and rushed over violently.

The breath was strong, and the sword broke through the void.

The incomparable strong power shocked the whole audience in an instant.

At first it was just a shadow, and soon, the figure appeared.

The gray-black robe fluttered in the wind, and the sword was across the sky, and it slashed down with one sword.

The sound was deafening.

Like thunder falling.

"Bold Luo Feng, die!"

The voice fell, and the sword also fell.

"I am Ouyang Luolei, the guardian elder of the Mantian Sect..."

Huh!

Luo Feng raised his head and punched him in the face.

Arrogant.

Heavenly rank!

Seafilling style!

Golden light shone everywhere, purple air came from the east.

With a clang, the sword broke, and then the gray-black robe was blown away. Ling Wu spurted out several blood arrows in a row, and his body flipped back three and a half times, vertically to the ground, and landed with a sound, without a drop of water splashing, which was perfect.

Puff!

Another mouthful of blood was spit out, his eyes turned black, and he fell to the ground.

The whole audience was stunned.

They looked at each other.

"This... strong man of the Mantian Sect, what is his name?"

"I didn't hear it clearly."

"I'm going to hit your lungs, do you have to be so strong."