Chapter 1158

With his head slightly lowered, Yan Zhiyuan's eyes flashed away.

As the master of the Yan family, Yan Zhiyuan was beyond the reach of people in terms of strength and mind.

Kneel down, so what?

There are only three people here, he, Yin Cong and Lin Feng. There is no fourth person. Even if he kneels down, he will not lose the so-called "face" of the patriarch. Yan Zhiyuan knew Lin Feng's strength completely. It was beyond his level. Even if he tried his best, it was just a mantis.

Better than Hong Zhan and Youming were killed, not to mention that he was only a junior saint.

Lin Feng wants to kill him. It's easy. Running away is a joke in front of such strong people.

Since this road doesn't work, we have to take another road!

Hard ones don't work. Soft ones.

The gap of strength is irreparable. Lin Feng's working methods can also be seen, hard, resolute and straightforward. This kind of warrior is often tough, but... His weakness is probably his "heart". He is firm outside and soft inside, and pays attention to emotion and righteousness.

This can be seen from Lin Feng's complete disregard for everything in order to save the woman.

One anger is a beauty!

Yan Cong had no idea at this time. He felt "cold" naked for the first time, which was cold from the bottom of his heart. At this time, Lin Feng's breath was completely exposed, and his strong and extreme killing intention covered everything. The bloody light in his eyes was not as kind as Yin Zhiyuan's "bet".

From the beginning, Yin Cong was doomed to the end.

"Death!" Lin Feng's eyes were bright and cold. In the self state, the twinkle of the pupils like the sky opens a crack, and the rich and extreme power is accompanied by the killing breath, just like a flaming bird singing loudly and flying to Yin Cong.

Invisible, but extremely terrible power!

Scold! Yan Cong opened his mouth wide and his eyes were stunned.

That is the strength far beyond the limit of human martial arts. The forest wind is suspended in the air, and the killing breath in the eyes is brilliant.

"Peng!" Yan Cong's head burst and his plasma burst.

Yan Zhiyuan beside him only felt a terrible breath coming, but he was splashed with blood when he just shook Hubei, and he didn't know what had just happened. But one thing he was sure of was that his only son, Yin Cong, had disappeared.

Dead!

Right under his nose, killed!

"Bang!" the body without head lost its center of gravity and fell to the ground, dusty.

Quiet to the extreme.

At this moment, time seems to stop.

Yan Zhiyuan still knelt to the ground, but his face changed violently. He was beaten unexpectedly, but he was close at hand, but he didn't even know how his son died. Just feel a breath of terror coming, with the breath of extermination, it is over.

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No mercy.

No sympathy at all.

"You can't live because you have done evil." Lin Feng's voice came from the ice cellar.

Suspended in the air, the pure light in my eyes just flashed away. What Yin Zhiyuan didn't know was that Lin Feng's real unique skill against the ancient family's senior law enforcement envoy Lei Xiong was used for the first time at this moment!

If it's just a small fight, maybe it can be forgiven.

But what Yan Cong committed was an unforgivable felony!

Daring to strike Qin Qianqian's idea and using such despicable means has completely touched the inverse scale of Lin Feng.

Dragon scale!

Who can bear, who can't bear!

"Everyone can kill such adulterous thieves." Lin Feng's eyes were cold and looked to Yin Zhiyuan. "Your indulgence led to this situation. As a father, you are duty bound to cut off your arm and I'll let you live."

"If not..." Lin Feng shot quickly in his eyes, "kill him together!"

A naked threat.

Facing a saint is like stepping on an ant.

Lin Feng's voice made Yan Zhiyuan pale and his body trembled. He had just experienced the pain of losing his son, but now another order came. Yan Zhiyuan's teeth clenched, but he knew that what Lin Feng said would never be a lie.

Is it a desperate battle to avenge your son and keep the last share of self-esteem?

Or... Give in?

"Thank you, master!" Yin Zhiyuan clenched his teeth, flashed the light in his eyes, and made a decision. Suddenly, a cold light fell, accompanied by the sound of crisp splitting. Click! The left arm with blood light fell to the ground, and Yan Zhiyuan's face was pale and sharp.

He chose to protect himself.

"Wow! ~" Lin Feng's eyes glittered slightly.

"What a hero, indeed worthy of being the head of a family." although he was surprised by Yan Zhiyuan's decisiveness, he also admired him slightly. This decision is very human. Just being killed by someone and threatened to cut off his arm can save his life. Ordinary martial artists have long been angry and lost their reason, but Yan Zhiyuan is able to bend and stretch, and his courage and state of mind are extremely strong.

If you keep this person, it will be a disaster!

Originally, I wanted to annoy him, so I could easily remove him.

But

But I didn't think Yin Zhiyuan was so deep.

"OK." Lin Feng looked calm and said, "injustice has a head and debt has a owner. Since Yan Cong died, the matter came to an end. From then on, you and I will not offend the river." his eyes looked at Yan Zhiyuan, and Lin Feng's voice was cold, "but... If you don't stop, you won't have so good luck next time."

Since things have been so, what you said naturally counts.

"Now... Get out of here now!" Lin Feng Shen shouted, looking at Qin Qianqian, who was already hot and panting.

If Yan Zhiyuan hadn't knelt down, he would have killed him.

Similarly, I will wipe out the whole Yan Family and breathe for thousands of people.

However, the Yan Family warriors were indeed innocent.

"Thank you, master." Yin Zhiyuan's face was very ugly. It was blue and white. It seemed to hurt his heart, but he didn't know whether it was the pain of broken arm or the pain of losing his son. Glancing at the wreckage of Yan Cong, Yan Zhiyuan's heartache was like fragments, clenched the remaining right fist, trembled and walked away.

Deeply unwilling!

I hate Lin Feng even more!

But what can he do?

The strong in the fighting spirit world is respected. Even if he is a saint, he is superior and omnipotent in the eyes of ordinary people.

However, one mountain is higher than another.

In order to live and avenge, he could only resist this tone. His body supports the whole family. He has never seen anything in Yan Zhiyuan. The big husband can bend and stretch, even if it hurts his heart, even if Lin Feng's strength is as tall as heaven, but

"Lin Feng, I will repay you for killing your son and breaking your arm!" Yin Zhiyuan's eyes were bloody.

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Looking at the leaving figure, Lin Feng's eyes are bright.

What is Yin Zhiyuan thinking? How can he not know? His mind is not difficult to estimate.

In today's battle, even if I didn't destroy the Yan family, the "name" of the Yan family was demolished by myself. In addition, he broke his arm and killed his only son. As a patriarch and father, if Yan Zhiyuan could swallow this tone, he would not become a saint.

As a saint, his mind must be very firm.

Sooner or later, it is inevitable to seek revenge on yourself.

However, so what?

Today, I don't care about such "revenge". If I can let him go today, I will have the same way and ability to completely destroy him in the future! Today's self is not the ignorant boy who just stepped into zhuquezhou in the past, but has real power!

The power to control one's own destiny.

"Take care of yourself." Lin Feng said softly in his heart.

Just a Yan Zhiyuan, he doesn't care. If he dares to trouble himself again, there is only a dead end.

For now, there is only one thing left.

Instant——

"Wow!" Lin Feng's figure flashed and appeared beside Qin Qianqian. Looking at the charming body and smelling the familiar fragrance, Lin Feng flashed a soft light in his eyes, gently picked up the hot and hot body and whispered, "it's really a woman's eighteen changes."

Today's Qin Qianqian is not the little girl of the past. The green astringency on his face has disappeared and replaced by a beautiful temperament.

Like a bud in bud, it is now blooming brightly. The big one is big and the thin one is thin. The skin is shiny and elastic. The perfect figure is quite proud under the reflection of star armour. The appearance is better than a few years. Today's thousands are not much worse than feather ink.

Just

"I didn't expect to meet again. It's still the same." Lin Fengqing smiled.

On that day, she saved thousands, and she was also drugged. The gears of time seemed to coincide again.

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It's a luxury to have a saint level guard.

With red Ling guarding, Lin Feng doesn't need to worry about others.

It's better to meet thousands of people after a long separation than to get married. Embrace the familiar body, smell the charming fragrance, and feel the unspeakable warmth in your heart. Holding it is fuller and softer, and the touch of the skin is like a rope slowly lit. In the cabin of Yuancong Pavilion, inspired by the medicine, a pair of men and women hug each other tightly, greedily absorb each other and ask endlessly

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(this episode is about to end and officially enter the last volume of "battle of the peak" in the fighting spirit world.)