Mythical Family: My family is 100 million points strong

In mid-air, someone had his arms folded in front of his chest, looking at Lin Dong below with some amusement, with curious thoughts in his eyes.

"Who are you?"

Lin Dong did not lose his mind because of the constant killing and blood staining. Instead, he became calmer. He could clearly feel that the opponent's strength was far beyond what these lying corpses could compare to, and there was a certain solemnity in his brows.

"Outer disciple of the Yunhai Immortal Sect, Zhao Feng."

"Boy, you are pretty strong, but unfortunately you are still too weak."

Zhao Feng said.

"Fight or get out, you choose."

Lin Dong spat out these two words coldly, not wanting to say more words to the other party.

"What a cool boy, I see you have some real abilities!"

After all, Zhao Feng is also the proud son of the outer sect of Yunhai Immortal Sect. How can anyone dare to talk to him like this? What qualifications does a mere ant from the lower realm have to be so aggressive?

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Feng dodged, made a fist with the five fingers of his right hand, and swooped down to hit Lin Dong.

The attack was extremely fast, and the Dragon Scale Spear slashed diagonally from bottom to top. Lin Dong wanted to see if this guy's hand could block the emperor-level weapon?

To Lin Dong's expectation, his fist collided with the dragon scale gun, making a sound of intertwining gold and iron, and a faint spiritual sheen appeared on the surface of the opponent's arm.

It was obvious that he also wore some pretty good gloves on his fists.

One punch knocked Lin Dong back half a meter. Zhao Feng twisted his arm and said with a grin: "Young boy from the fifth level of the True Saint Realm can actually block my punch. It seems that I underestimated you. "

"But if you think you can defeat me just like this, then you are too happy too soon."

Zhao Feng's fists were like raindrops, pouring crazily towards Lin Dong. With such an intensive attack, Lin Dong could only block with his spear, and was completely in a passive situation.

One punch after another, Lin Dong felt that the strength of each punch was increasing.

boom!

He threw an uppercut with one blow, and the fierce force knocked Lin Dong back several meters. His feet splashed smoke and dust on the ground. It was obvious that this punch was very powerful.

"You are very good, you can withstand my frontal attack."

"It's a pity that you won't be able to stop my next mountain-shaking tiger fist!"

Lin Dong's performance was beyond his expectation. The guy from the fifth level of the True Saint Realm was actually able to block his attack. But he has absolute confidence, after all, the trick has not been revealed yet.

"Competing strength, I'm not afraid of you."

Lin Dong put away the Dragon Scale Spear and moved his shoulders, wanting to verify the strength he had gained from the Dragon Clan.

Right now, this guy is following the path of physical cultivation, and his boxing skills make him strong, fast, and airtight. It is obvious that he has achieved some success in his boxing skills.

It can be used to test how far Lin Dong's power has reached.

Seeing Lin Dong discarding the imperial soldiers, Zhao Feng looked at Lin Dong like a fool. The fist he carries in his hand is a top-grade imperial magic weapon, a golden glove. Those who had just resisted with their bodies didn't know how to write the word "death".

Zhao Feng also enjoyed the other party being stupid, so he would not remind Lin Dong.

Since Zhao Feng wanted to die, there was a reason why Zhao Feng couldn't fulfill his wish.

The spiritual power all over his body was mobilized, and when his fist was released, there was a faint shadow of a tiger appearing behind him. The tiger shadow on the pale forehead stretched out its claws and swept towards Lin Dong.

Lin Dong did not dodge or dodge, he just stretched out his right hand in a blocking posture.

"This, how is this possible!?"

Zhao Feng thought he could see Lin Dong's chest shattered by his punch and he died on the spot.

But his fist was tightly held by the opponent, unable to move forward an inch!

"You actually blocked it with your body..."

Zhao Feng understood immediately that Lin Dong blocked his full blow with only his physical strength.

"The peak of a true saint? You haven't seen enough."

Lin Dong grasped Zhao Feng's fist with five fingers of his right hand, suddenly rotated degrees, and tore his arm apart on the spot.

The tragic screams resounded throughout the sky above Falling Star City.

Lin Dong, who had been soaking in the Soul Transformation Pond for three full years, had already developed dragon power in his body. Coupled with Long Hong's full cultivation, in terms of strength alone, he was not much worse than an adult three-clawed golden dragon.

Before, I was just playing around with Zhao Feng, trying to delay Zhang Yuer and others.

Enough fun, it's time to end this meaningless battle.

Zhang Yue'er and Zhang Hu, who had just left Luo Xing City, suddenly heard the tragic and tragic sounds above Luo Xing City, one after another.

If they hadn't heard that it wasn't Lin Dong's, they might have turned around on the spot. The cry was really too sad.

"Sister, will Lin Dong be okay?"

Zhang Hu looked in the direction of Luoxing City and asked.

"The news from the Dragon Clan is that he has worshiped the leader of the Dragon Clan as his disciple. If we can't even deal with him, we will just give him away if we go back."

"The top priority is to quickly leave the Huang family's encirclement, and then look for opportunities to restore the Zhang family and restore the Wanhai Chamber of Commerce."

Under the night, Zhang Yuer and the Zhang family left quietly.