Chapter 243 Iron King Eight!

"I know that you are very strong and have superb sword skills, but let's not talk about whether you will be my opponent. If you touch me, the consequences..."

Jiang Feng stared at Lin Hong, saying something else.

"I, Lin Hong, never care about the consequences when doing things!"

Lin Hong sneered, and the Yingying sword in his hand exuded a coldness. He didn't worry about his mother's comfort, because in the villa area, besides the saplings, there was also Hu Bai. Hu Bai is now close to the strength of a master, and he can completely protect her.

And this Patriarch of the Jiang family has already made him want to kill.

"Boy, aren't you indifferent to the position of Patriarch?"

"Don't be tempted!"

"Are you willing to be the second master for the rest of your life?"

"Willing!"

"you you you you."

Jiang Feng was speechless. After investigation, he knew that Lin Hong was filial, and he thought about using his mother to control him after the matter was completed, and try to coerce the emperor to make the princes, but now it seems that he lost everything! Who would have thought that someone from the ancient martial arts family would not be interested in being the head of the family?

He gritted his teeth: "Little bastard, I really think that if you have some skills, the old man is afraid of you?"

"I have seen your ability to dawdle!"

Lin Hong twisted his head, and directly cast his sword like a dragon!

When the sword arrives, the man arrives!

This sword pierced the air and stabbed out, but it was blocked by Jiang Feng with his body. Jiang Feng's clothes were shattered, revealing his bronze-colored skin: "My Jiang family's copper-skinned iron bones are not You can break it!"

The sword light flashed!

Lin Hong swung hundreds of swords in an instant, but he slashed at Jiang Feng without any effect.

"It's useless, you are obedient, and you still have room to turn around." Jiang Feng smiled grimly.

"What is it called?"

After Lin Hong finished speaking, he threw out another sharp sword. The two of them had similar force values, so logically they wouldn't be so strenuous, but Jiang Feng's kung fu with copper skin and iron bones was really perfect.

However, Lin Hong's killing intent was not so easy to appease.

"die!"

With Lin Hong's loud shout, he simultaneously performed the first two moves in the Dugu Sword Art, stabbing at Jiang Feng like a meteor rainstorm. It looked like a single sword, but in fact there were hundreds of swords!

"Hmph!" Jiang Feng took this move abruptly, groaned, and almost fell down.

"How many years, it's rare to see such an interesting boy like you."

Jiang Feng quickly sneered, wiped the blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, and looked Lin Hong up and down. If he could use one word to express his feelings at this time, it would be amazement!

Marvel at Lin Hong's strength!

At such a young age, he was able to break his own copper skin and iron bones, which even the heads of several other ancient martial arts families may not be able to do.

"Interesting?" Lin Hong felt that his words were inappropriate, but he sneered, "It's quite interesting."

"Your arm is shaking. It seems that you won't be able to use this sword move a few times."

Jiang Feng's insight was amazing. He noticed that Lin Hong's arm was shaking slightly.

"It's enough to kill you. After I kill you, I will go to your Nanshengjiang family to avoid future troubles." Lin Hong sneered, bloodthirsty pervaded from his eyes, and he became arrogant about killing.

"Then you really don't know what to say!"

Jiang Feng put his fists in front of him, watching Lin Hong mockingly.

Although the Jiang family is not the strongest ancient martial arts family, it is not something that can be manipulated at will. Although his patriarch is strong in defense, he is not used to be beaten!

kill……

This thought came to Lin Hong's mind again, making him short of breath.

He wants to kill, he desires to kill!

"Go to hell!" After Lin Hong roared, he took out his throwing spear with his backhand and threw it at Jiang Feng. At the same time, he was not idle. He used Treading Snow Wuhen with his whole body, came behind Jiang Feng, and quickly performed the first two moves of the Dugu Sword Art together. !

"The speed is so fast..."

Although Jiang Feng was amazed at Lin Hong's speed, he had already used his vitality to cast his copper skin and iron bones.

"Death!" Lin Hong was like a demon in the underworld, with a hideous face.

The spear shot Jiang Feng's chest, and Lin Hong's rainstorm of sword art also came, attacking his back, Jiang Feng resisted forcefully, spurted blood, turned around and slapped Lin Hong.

"No wonder you don't want to fight with others, you iron bastard!"

Lin Hong sneered and easily dodged.

Slow, it's really too slow, how could such an attack hit someone? Although the Grand Master can release his Yuan Qi to hurt people, he is extremely slow even to release Yuan Qi.

Jiang Feng's face was ugly: "You are the iron king!"

This is the weakness of their Jiang family. Copper skin and iron bones are their housekeeping skills, but if they haven't practiced to the peak, they will be human shields, commonly known as iron kings.

"Watch me open your shell little by little."

Lin Hong seemed to really regard Jiang Feng as an iron king, flashing his sword light from time to time, walking around him.

"Come here!! The Lin family killed a guest!" Suddenly, Jiang Feng raised his head to the sky and shouted.

The door of the room was quickly broken open, and the disciples of the Jiang family walked in. These disciples were dressed in uniform light blue clothes. Seeing their Patriarch being beaten like this, they were filled with righteous indignation.

"We came to visit, but we didn't expect the Lin family to treat guests like this!"

"Let go of the Patriarch!"

The two disciples of the Lin family were loyal to the Jiang family, so they gritted their teeth and rushed forward.

"Hmph!" Lin Hong snorted coldly, and directly sent the two disciples flying out of the room.

"Strong strength? High swordsmanship?"

Jiang Feng smiled lightly there: "I really think I can't deal with you!?"

After he finished speaking, taking advantage of Lin Hong's unpreparedness, he rushed to the two disciples outside the courtyard, turned his sword into his palm, and swung it down without hesitation. The two disciples widened their glasses and gradually collapsed. Covering his throat in confidence, he couldn't understand why the Patriarch of his own family would do this!

"The Lin family killed a guest!!"

When the two disciples died, Jiang Feng roared again, the voice was more than ten times louder than before!

"Bastard!" How could Lin Hong not know what he meant? Immediately, he rushed forward and stabbed Jiang Feng with a sword, straight to the heart!

"Stop!" Jiang's disciples flocked to him.

"Death!" Lin Hong gritted his teeth and stabbed out the sword, and had performed the first two moves of the Dugu Sword Art together!

"drink---"

Jiang Feng has also used his copper skin and iron bones to the extreme.

With many wounds on his body, Lin Hong covered his weakened right arm and retreated. Those Jiang family disciples who rushed in pulled out their swords, surrounded Lin Hong layer by layer, and aimed their swords at him.

"Boy, you're done!"

Jiang Feng was protected by the disciples of the Jiang family and wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth. The pain all over his body made him a little numb, but this was just the beginning!

A group of people from the Hen family rushed over, and the owner of the Hen family was among them. He jumped and landed in front of Lin Hong: "What's going on?"

"Patriarch Chen, please comment, my Jiang family came to mourn with good intentions, but he killed my two disciples for no reason!"

Jiang Feng looked sad and looked at the two disciples beside him.

"It's Senior Brother Yuan and the others!"

"Patriarch Lin, you are so vicious!"

"It's a sword wound..."

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"The clean ones clean up themselves, all the idlers get out of the way, I want this old man's life today!"

Lin Hong's arm has recovered a bit, with a little indignation on his face: "I don't believe it, I can't pry you bastard!"