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"puff!"

A mouthful of blood was also spit out directly from his mouth.

Then, the whole person fell to the floor and passed out unconsciously.

Seeing this scene, Sun Hanxin was a little flustered without saying anything.

But it didn't affect his offense at all.

He knew that if this continued, the lineup of several people would soon be broken.

At that time, if something happens to Zhao Qin, it will be sooner or later.

Sun Hanxin prayed in his heart that Lin Feng would show up soon, Mr. Zhao must have brought him the news.

He never expected himself and those around him to defeat the enemy before him.

But even if they were to die, they would have to wait until Lin Feng appeared, otherwise all the meticulous efforts Mr. Zhao had made would be in vain...

Although Sun Hanxin was a little anxious now, the man surrounded by them still seemed to resist everyone's attack effortlessly.

No way, he is too strong.

What to worry about.

Then, not for a while.

"Snapped!"

There was another crisp and loud skin collision sound.

Another Martial Saint was blown away by his attack.

A lot of cold sweat broke out on Sun Hanxin's head.

"Lin Feng, you have to hurry up!..." Sun Hanxin thought silently in his heart, and tried his best to continue to attack that person.

At this time, Lin Feng didn't even let go of the accelerator when driving the car.

Lin Feng firmly held the steering wheel.

"I don't know how long Sun Hanxin can last." Lin Feng thought to himself, he was too anxious.

But there is no way, he might not fly over.

Fortunately, there were more green lights along the way, otherwise Lin Feng would have to be rushed to death, and the car would not be able to move a few steps in place.

After almost 10 minutes.

"what!……"

In the living room of the villa, there have been countless screams.

Hearing the constant voices outside, Zhao Qin felt as uncomfortable as a needle prick.

Those people are all working hard for her, but she can't do anything...

In the end, only Sun Hanxin was left standing in front of the man blankly.

Both have stopped.

It is too obvious who is right and who is wrong, who loses and who wins.

"Why, you still want to fight?" The man stared at Sun Hanxin jokingly, his eyes full of disdain.

Although Sun Hanxin was very angry, facing this monster, he had one thing to say, indeed, it was impossible for him to defeat him.

The opponent in front of him, the hard power gap between the two is a gap that cannot be avoided by any skill or trick.

Sun Hanxin clenched his fists tightly, but there was nowhere to use all his strength.

"I don't think any of them are good enough. As a martial sage, that's it. But you, if you work harder, maybe in a few years, with my guidance, you can break through the martial sage and become a martial venerable." It's not impossible." The man said with a smile, and looked Sun Hanxin up and down.

Although Sun Hanxin was only at the mid-level of the Wusheng class, and before that incident, he had always been at the mid-to-high end of the Wusheng class.

However, it was Lin Feng's palm, the Zhao Group's palm, that completely woke up Sun Hanxin.

Why can Lin Feng have the strength of a low-level master of the Valkyrie class at such an age, and is even infinitely approaching the middle class of the Valkyrie class.

This exaggerated strength, even in the whole world, is one of the few geniuses.

In addition to talent and hard work, the most important thing is actual combat experience.

Only by encountering an enemy stronger than yourself can you stimulate your potential in a desperate situation and break through your limits.

When Lin Feng first went abroad, he never saw ghosts and snakes. It was because he wandered on the verge of hell countless times that he became the Lin Feng he is today.

Lin Feng's slap to Sun Hanxin had the same meaning. Although Sun Hanxin was indeed a little older than Lin Feng, it didn't matter.

That palm almost killed Sun Hanxin, but it was because of this that Sun Hanxin came to his senses.

Being able to compete a few tricks with a master whose strength is too far apart is a great opportunity to learn. If you grasp this opportunity firmly, you will definitely get a qualitative leap. This is true for everything.

Coupled with the appearance of Zhao Qin's former fiancé later, and today's Wuzun-level superior, all of these are countless opportunities for Sun Hanxin to improve himself.

Today, because of the unusual enemies he faces, Sun Hanxin has also grown rapidly in the process of his own efforts.

There is no difference between him now and someone who has just been promoted to a high-level martial arts expert.

If it was Lin Feng, he might not like it. After all, to Lin Feng, Wu Zun was nothing, let alone Wu Sheng.

But the person in front of him was a person who had just been promoted to the rank of Wu Zun, and he was eager to get a talent like Sun Hanxin who was advancing by leaps and bounds.

"Think about it again? Be obedient and I won't treat you badly." The man looked at Sun Hanxin again and said with a smile.

But these words are tantamount to shame for Sun Hanxin.

It's as shameful as letting him surrender as a deserter.

A warrior, in this life, is doomed to work for others.

A group of rough people who can only fight, that's it.

And Sun Hanxin has identified one person in his life, and he will be his slave for the rest of his life, and that is Mr. Zhao and Zhao Hongwu.

Even if he died fighting for him, he was still a hero. If he died for Zhao Lao, Sun Hanxin would not hesitate to do so.

Seeing that Sun Hanxin remained silent, the man's patience seemed to have been wiped out, and he slowly took out something from his waist.

Originally, Sun Hanxin was still staring at that man.

But when he took it out from his waist, even Sun Hanxin couldn't hold back, staring at the thing in his hand for several more times.

is a sword.

A short sword.

Under the light of the living room, a silver dagger that was still slowly glowing brightly.

And that person was holding the handle of the knife tightly, looking at the blade with a strange smile on his mouth.

The pattern on this sword is weird, but with this short sword, the sword itself has been upgraded to another level. It looks very classical Chinese, as if it is a sword handed down from ancient times.

But most importantly.

This short sword.

Sun Hanxin could feel a very strange "qi" emanating from the sword.

This strange breath made Sun Hanxin gasp.

This is absolutely impossible to be an ordinary sword, or an ordinary antique.

This is the true role of the sword itself that only a strong warrior can use. A "treasure" for a warrior is also a weapon that only a warrior can use.

"You... where did you get this thing?!" Sun Hanxin couldn't help asking questions.

Sun Hanxin has seen quite a few weapons like this with turbid air.

But like the one in front of him, the quality of Qi is so thick, tightly wrapped around the sword body, shuttling back and forth non-stop, as if the muddy power that could erupt from the sword body at any time, Sun Hanxin felt at this moment. That sense of oppression from this sword.

"Sure enough, it's a good thing. The old man is right. Why don't I use you to open the knife and make you the first soul of this sword in my hand. What do you think?" The man stared at the sword with a smile. After touching the blade, he moved his eyes to Sun Hanxin, and the smile on his mouth became more and more weird...