Chapter 209 Demonic Blood-Drinking Sword
Lin Feng looked at Dai Haoran in the distance, his eyes were full of provocation.
Dai Haoran smiled and looked at Lin Feng.
In his opinion, Lin Feng had become a piece of meat on the chopping board.
Although Lin Feng was in the limelight now, his true energy would be exhausted sooner or later.
As long as more people were sent to consume Lin Feng's true energy, Lin Feng could only wait for death.
Then he could personally go up and kill him.
Lin Feng guessed all of Dai Haoran's thoughts.
Lin Feng was going to use the trick to lure Dai Haoran to the ring.
Sun Yu asked him to keep Dai Haoran for him, mainly because he didn't want to confront such an extremely powerful enemy with a background and strength.
He was afraid of causing himself a fatal disaster.
But the hatred had already been made, and this matter could not be settled peacefully.
He could leave Dai Haoran to Sun Yu, but if he had the chance, he would definitely destroy Dai Haoran.
Dai Haoran winked at a subordinate next to him.
The man had no choice but to walk to the ring.
This man actually didn't want to go to the ring. He could see that Lin Feng was stronger than him, and he would most likely die if he went up.
But he had no choice. He was a soldier of the Dai family, and his life was in the hands of the Dai family.
This man flew to the ring. Before his feet landed on the ground, he used the third move of the magic sword in the air.
Lin Feng was too familiar with this move. When he was fighting with Zheng Tiejun, Zheng Tiejun wanted to use this move to kill him.
Now he has also learned this move and knows it well.
Lin Feng predicted this man's sword move and jumped up in advance to dodge it.
This man was shocked. It was extremely difficult to dodge the true qi martial arts, and his sword three was actually dodged by someone.
Before this man landed, Lin Feng cut him in half with a sword two.
Swish, this man was split in two from the chest, and his internal organs fell all over the floor when he landed on the ring.
This man was not dead yet, and he did not scream in pain. He gritted his teeth and waited for death.
Not screaming in pain may be the last dignity he left for himself.
Seeing this, Lin Feng decided to give him a quick death. He casually used the sword three moves to split the man's head in two, ending his pain.
After the fight, two warriors from the City Lord's Mansion came up to clean up the ring.
Lin Feng glanced at the people below the stage and shouted in the direction of Dai Haoran: "Who else?"
Dai Haoran didn't care at all about the death of two men. There were many such slaves in the family.
In the next hour, Dai Haoran called more than a dozen men to challenge Lin Feng on the stage. These people were all killed on the spot by Lin Feng without exception.
Lin Feng pretended to be pale and panting. Anyone who saw it would think that his true energy was seriously overdrawn.
Even Ji Yunfeng, who was sitting on the high platform, frowned when he saw this. Even he thought that Lin Feng's internal energy was running out.
After all, the internal energy of a warrior is limited. Any warrior should behave like this.
Dai Haoran's smile grew stronger. He also felt that Lin Feng was reaching his limit and it was time for him to make a move.
However, he was still cautious.
He instructed a warrior wearing an iron mask next to him: "Iron Mask, go up and fight this guy for a while. Come down after draining his internal energy.
Remember, I will personally take this man's life."
The iron masked warrior walked towards the ring silently.
At this moment, Lin Feng was checking the sword in his hand.
The sword absorbed the blood of more than a dozen people, and the red light on the sword became more intense.
Lin Feng found that when he rotated the sword forty-five degrees to face the sun, he could see a line of blurred handwriting.
Lin Feng looked for a while before he could see clearly that there were five words written on the sword: Demon Spirit Drinking Blood Sword.
Lin Feng knew very little about the history of the martial arts world, and he didn't know whether the Demon Spirit Drinking Blood Sword had appeared in the martial arts world, and whether it was famous.
However, it didn't matter. It was enough to help him kill the enemy.
Lin Feng saw the Iron-faced Man approaching through the reflection of the sword blade.
Lin Feng's eyes froze slightly.
The Iron-faced Man walked forward with one hand behind his back, his steps were calm, his demeanor was calm and unruly, giving people a feeling of not caring about life and death.
The most important thing was that this man did not carry a long sword.
Lin Feng felt that this man was a master, and he was extremely alert.
Such a man actually worked as a thug for the Dai family, allowing people like Dai Haoran to do what they wanted.
When the Iron-faced Man was approaching the ring, he quickened his pace and ran, and jumped onto the ring in one step.
He also made a move before his feet landed.
This man used his hand as a sword and slashed at Lin Feng with Sword One.
Lin Feng also used Sword One to meet the Qi sword that was slashing over, but this man swung his left hand and used Sword Two.
Lin Feng hurriedly swung his sword to block again, using Sword Two as well.
The second sword of the Iron-faced Man came too fast. If Lin Feng had not practiced these moves thoroughly, he might not have had time to resist.
Lin Feng was surprised to find that this man's magic sword martial arts could actually be released.
Although the magic sword martial arts were weakened by the Iron-faced Man, they were more flexible and several times faster.
Swish, swish, swish.
This man used his palm as a sword and performed the first seven moves of the magic sword in a few ups and downs on the ring.
For a while, the ring was full of sword energy.
This man's operation opened up Lin Feng's mind. It turned out that the magic sword could be used in this way.
Lin Feng learned this man's skills, but he was not in a hurry to use them.
Lin Feng wanted to see if this man had any other moves.
After using a set of magic sword skills, the Iron-faced Man seemed tired and stood on the ring and gasped.
Lin Feng was even worse. He supported himself on the ground with his long sword and used his true qi to force out sweat and wet his clothes.
Everyone thought that he would be exhausted in the next moment.
But the Iron-faced Man did not give up. He rested for a while, waved his palms quickly on the spot, and then pushed forward fiercely.
Seven thick sword qi shot out from his body and shot at Lin Feng together.
Lin Feng's heart trembled. He was so damn strong. This man really played the first seven moves of the magic sword.
The warriors in the audience also exclaimed.
Even Dai Haoran's face showed shock. Even he didn't expect that this dead man under his command had already mastered the first seven moves of the magic sword.
Dai Haoran knew that he couldn't do this.
He was actually a little jealous of the martial arts talent of the Iron-faced Man.
But then he laughed again. No matter how good the talent was or how powerful the martial arts were, it didn't matter. He was still a dog under his command, and he could be driven by him.
Although Lin Feng was shocked, he was not panicked. When the sword energy flew halfway, he found the flaw of the Iron-faced Man's move.
The seven sword energies seemed dense, but in fact the center was empty, with a huge flaw.
However, it was difficult for others to take advantage of this flaw.
Lin Feng relied on the protection of the Immortal Battle Body to observe calmly. If it were someone else, they would have panicked long ago.
Lin Feng followed the sword and used his peerless lightness skills to fly through the clouds. He held the long sword and passed through the center of the seven sword energies, and stabbed the Iron-faced Man's throat with one sword.
With a puff, the Iron-faced Man trembled and slowly knelt on the ground.
Lin Feng raised his long sword and lifted the Iron-faced Man's mask.
Seeing the Iron-faced Man's face, Lin Feng was surprised.