Blood rain!
It was like a bloody rain on the boat!
Those once unattainable elves were now transformed into a cloud of bloody mist under Lin Feng's divine fist!
No one can block his punch!
This is not even on the same level!
“Too strong!”
"Blood mist! Blood mist again! How similar is this to the fighting style of Blood Mist King Lin Feng?"
"Isn't he Lin Feng?"
Some people exclaimed and some whispered!
Looking at the figure who was killing people in the crowd,
Everyone's heart is trembling!
Even the two young gods looked pale. They had a very good relationship with the spirit race and were considered an alliance. Logically speaking, both Mo Wushuang and Zhu Guang should come forward to help at this moment!
But the powerful and cold wind was so frightening that it made people's legs and feet weak and it was difficult to step forward and say no!
"He can't really be Lin Feng, right?"
Someone else said in a trembling voice.
"Impossible! Who is Blood Mist King Lin Feng? If he showed up, he would definitely sweep past us. How could he appear so ordinary?"
Some people who admire Lin Feng scolded!
Yes!
In everyone's impression,
Lin Feng is unyielding and proud. It is impossible for him to do such a thing with his personality!
“Bang!”
Lin Feng is still killing people!
There are too many powerful Eldar on this ship.
He has no idea how many he has killed!
Whether it is an ordinary cultivator or one of the six types of strong men,
Don’t leave any one behind!
Not long!
The many powerful spirits who were extremely angry and clamoring to kill Lin Feng and avenge the ship owner and Ling Caier just now did not dare to step forward!
How can we fight against this?
How can we fight against this?
"What? Are you scared?"
Lin Feng's expression remained calm from beginning to end.
Even though he had killed so many people, there was not a trace of blood on his body. Compared with Daoguang, he looked even more detached from the world, like an immortal banished from heaven, dazzling!
There was silence at the scene!
Those spirit cultivators who had managed to survive all looked pale, looking at Lin Feng from afar, not daring to speak, their legs and feet trembling!
Anan was covered in blood.
It was the blood of the tribesmen's bodies exploding, splattering on him. In the massacre just now, before he could move forward, he was blown away by a ray of energy overflowing from the battlefield, and his body almost exploded!
"Captain!"
Anan looked towards the stern of the ship.
The captain of the Yutang ship was also seriously injured and is now taking the opportunity to meditate to recover from his injuries!
His heart was filled with gloom, and he turned his gaze towards Mo Wushuang and Zhu Guang with a sad face:
"Are we just going to watch the two sacred mountains in the west and north like this?"
Mo Wushuang and Zhu Guang's expressions changed slightly when they heard this, and they felt uncertain in their hearts!
If they could help, they would definitely go up and deal with Feng Lin, but the key point now is that even if they all went on the field, they would not be Feng Lin's opponent!
"This is a private matter between you two. I have no right to interfere!"
Zhu Guang said in a deep voice.
Then,
Mo Wushuang also spoke calmly and rejected Anan's request!
"Haha... I understand!"
Anan laughed miserably.
There was blood sliding down his cheek, it looked shocking!
He felt extremely sad!
The biggest reason why the spirits attacked the East Divine Mountain was because of the West and North Divine Mountains!
But now,
The people from the two sacred mountains have abandoned their spiritual race!
"Senior Feng Lin, we are willing to surrender. Can we please let this go?"
Anan suddenly turned his gaze to Lin Feng.
As soon as these words came out,
Many of the onlookers at the scene had complicated expressions on their faces!
This is the elves!
On the Eldar ship, so many powerful Eldar people were killed!
But now the Eldar are trying to give in and beg for mercy...
Lin Feng did not answer Anan's words, but turned his gaze to Murong Youruo who was not far away!
Murong Youruo was holding the seriously injured and dying Gu Lao of Dongshen Mountain, staring at him blankly. When she saw him coming towards her, she looked dazed.
"This incident originated from East God Mountain. You decide! Do you want to let them go?"
Lin Feng asked.
Murong Youruo didn't hesitate at all when she heard this, and uttered one word directly:
"kill!"
"Little Princess Murong, you must think carefully! We are the spirit race. If you kill all of us, the spirit race and East God Mountain will be in a war to the death!"
Anan yelled excitedly.
"Weren't you the first to strike? At the moment you struck, did you ever consider the fight to the death?"
Murong Youruo spoke coldly.
It has reached this level,
There is no point in easing the tension between the two sides!
Even if we let these people go today, Dongshen Mountain and the Spirit Clan will still be hostile to each other in the future!
“Hehe…hahaha!”
Anan suddenly burst into laughter!
But as she laughed, tears of blood formed in her eyes.
He had tried to dissuade them before they took action, but unfortunately his words were insignificant and neither the ship owner nor Ling Caier listened to his advice!
"Ever since the formation of Taixu Lake, the spirit race is no longer the low-key spirit race it once was! If you want to conquer the world, you will always have to shed blood and tears! I just hope there will be a good ending!"
Anan to the captain of Yutang.
The captain of the Yutang ship also opened his eyes and looked at him, feeling a little complicated.
"Captain!"
Anan murmured.
Then,
Under the shocked gaze of the crowd,
His entire body disintegrated, and he transformed into countless points of warm light that dissipated on the deck...
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