Chapter 511: A Good Move to Wait for the Rabbit!

The atmosphere is wrong!

Lin Feng is no stranger to teahouses. △,

A restaurant has the atmosphere of a restaurant, and a teahouse has the atmosphere of a teahouse. People who love tea are mostly literati, and it is normal to dance with words and write poetry. But the few tables sitting in the Heming Tower were just chatting casually, calmly as usual.

It's nothing.

However, there are rules for drinking tea. Although Lin Feng is not a tea lover, he knows a thing or two.

This group of people, drinking tea is like drinking boiled water, one or two may be an exception, but more than half of the warriors are like this... It's a bit unusual. And there is the most notable feature among them, a huge tea house, nearly a hundred guests, temperament...but they all have a kind of blood in their bones, and their strengths are all——

Fetal week!

"Dongning Army!" Almost instantly, this word popped up in Lin Feng's mind.

On the way to Dongling City, he had confronted the Dongning Army more than ten times, and he couldn't be more clear about the characteristics of the Dongning Army. Fighting against the monsters, fighting against the demons, the soldiers of the Dongning Army more or less carried the aura of killing, and they were bloodthirsty fighting all the year round.

Temperament, feeling, cannot be hidden.

"It seems that I came prepared." Lin Feng's expression did not change, but his heart sank.

"Revenge..."

"No, if the Dongning Army wanted revenge, they would have reported it as early as when I entered Dongling City."

"Not to mention that right now, I'm already in the Heming Tower. There's no need for them to still be acting here, treating me like nothing." Lin Feng slowed down his pace slightly, but didn't stop, his eyes fell to the second floor: "Look Come, the second floor is where the master is."

It's a good move to wait for the rabbit!

Lin Feng chose to continue.

There are nearly a hundred sergeants of the Dongning Army on the first floor. Although there are no strong men in Zizhou, there are 5 sergeants in the ninth rank of fetal week, and 15 sergeants in the eighth rank of fetal week. These 20 Dongning sergeants alone are enough to drink for themselves. A pot, and the rest of the Dongning sergeants are almost all born on the Saturday and seventh ranks. Not even the fifth level!

Breakout, there is a chance.

But it also depends on the strength of the master on the second floor.

"Break out on the first floor, as long as I'm a little hindered,

The master of the second floor will arrive. "

"But breaking through on the second floor, it's not so easy for the Dongning sergeant on the first floor to go up, and it's easier to escape up than down." Lin Feng carefully analyzed every step he took, life and death were at stake. The more small pieces of information and advantages accumulated, the greater the possibility of his survival.

Opportunity, only in a moment.

tread!

tread! tread!

Lin Feng's steps were light and calm.

As the stairs slowly entered the second floor, there was a wide space, with a slightly cool wind blowing head-on, and the attic of Heming Tower was unobstructed in all directions. All the breaths and faces formed a shady picture in his mind at this moment without reservation.

On the shady map. Sixteen white dots.

Fourteen form a semicircle, with the ring behind two white dots and centered on it.

There are two eighth stages of fetal weeks, and five seventh stages of fetal weeks. The rest of the fourteen white dots are fetal Saturday stages. As for the two white dots in the middle, one is the strongest fetal week ninth rank, just like the commander of the guards, and the other fetal fourth rank——

Couldn't be more familiar.

"It's him!" Lin Feng naturally recognized Ao Lin.

in his capacity. Mobilizing the Dongning Army to take revenge on himself is indeed full of motives.

"There is no hidden breath." The moment Lin Feng entered the second floor. The entire terrain and orientation of the second floor have been imprinted in my mind. The only thing he is afraid of is the enemy hidden in the dark, that is the most terrifying.

As for the enemies on the surface...

Nothing more than the case.

"Hahahaha!" Laughing wantonly, seeing Lin Feng appearing, Ao Lin made no secret of his joy.

In his view, Lin Feng is like a turtle in a urn, completely trapped in it. There are his Niemo star disciples on the top, and the Dongning sergeant on the bottom. Lin Feng has no way to go to the sky, and has no way to go to the earth. Not only is his life in his hands, but half of the five-tailed snow fox has already been in his hands.

but……

Lin Feng's figure suddenly disappeared.

"Ho!" In the blink of an eye, the piercing sound shook the entire attic, and a shining ball, with the roar of a golden dragon, descended in an instant. Li Jun's horrified voice sounded in his ears, and Ao Lin's reaction was not unpleasant. The sky-level armor melted into his body, instantly setting up the strongest defense.

Wow! ~

A wave of water surged up.

The power of the heavenly treasure cannot be underestimated. The endless waves form a water vortex, facing the roar of the golden dragon, it is about to swallow it. Ao Lin's eyes were bright, and he cursed secretly. He never thought that Lin Feng would fight without saying a word, but the more he did this, the more his guess was confirmed.

This son has a ghost in his heart!

Can you stop it?

"Boom!" Although the bead is small, it is full of power.

Dragon bead!

Using the sixth level of the true dragon's holy power is definitely Lin Feng's strongest killing move so far.

Faced with such a situation of isolation and helplessness, the only one who can rely on is himself!

scold! scold! scold! ...

The remaining eight Dragon Vessel Pearls exploded with power at the same time.

The entire Heming Tower was shaken, and the disciples of Nirvana God Sect headed by Li Jun were completely caught off guard. But even if they were prepared, with their strength, they couldn't stop the terrifying power of the dragon's bead, which already surpassed the ninth-level attack power of the fetal week!

"Boom!" There was a violent explosion.

The only one who was not killed by Long Xizhu was Ao Lin who had the defense of the heavenly holy treasure. Even so, the water vortex in front of Ao Lin was completely dissipated, and the strong momentum made Ao Lin vomit blood and retreat, his internal organs violently churning.

With one move, everyone in the Nirvana Sect was shocked!

Two powerhouses of the eighth rank of the birth week, five ranks of the seventh rank of the birth week, including Li Jun, kill them directly!

Ao Lin, hit hard!

"Zi Lei's third strike, Shen Lei Hell!" Lin Feng erupted instantly without any gap. The thunder dragon roared, the blade was full of strength, and the "sinking" of Lei Zhi's profound intention drove Lei Zhi to scatter, directly forcing the remaining seven disciples of the Nirvana God Sect who were born on the Saturday level to leave.

Time difference!

At the same time, the great power of Shen Lei Hell shattered the corpses of the eight Nirvana Sect powerhouses who had just been shot to death by Long Xizhu. Lin Feng's true pupil's holy power was exerted, and a pair of invisible hands in the void received the eight flying dragon's bead into it.

Lin Feng's pace was also not slow.

Go straight to Ao Lin!

There is not so much nonsense, and there is no need to ask too many reasons, he wants to kill himself, then——

Be the first to attack!

"The ninth strike of Zilei!" Titanium-level body burst out at six levels. Facing the fourth-level fetus, Ao Lin had no time to display the power of the heavenly-level treasure. Ao Lin, who was completely beaten, Lin Feng was like a tiger pouncing on his prey, the most powerful burst.

God Thunder Demon shocked God!

Integrating the profound meaning of darkness—dark bite!

"Yo!" "Yo!" Ao Lin's sky-rank battle armor was heavily defended by Shui Guangyi, and vortexes kept appearing, but it had just been destroyed by the dragon's bead and had not had time to recover. The light swallowed heavily, and Ao Lin's terrified expression was reflected under the light of the knife, full of fear.

At this moment, he saw the approach of death.

Seeing the Jinglan Mountains, the young man who used to be like an ant at his feet now wields a cold knife, bringing the light of death——

scold!

The water light shattered and the defense shattered.

Ao Lin, die!

…(to be continued..)