Peerless Martial God 2

1The air in the arena froze. Everyone watched in shock as Lin Feng continued to fall. The speed at which Lin Feng fell was extremely fast. The figure that flashed past was now less than five meters away from the blood poison pool. Everyone broke out in a cold sweat, but Fusu Rong's face was filled with a bright smile that gradually became sinister.    4

    

Bang!    

    

Lin Feng gritted his teeth and grabbed the iron rack at the side, causing the iron rack to distort. Fortunately, Lin Feng grabbed the iron rack at the last moment. Under his feet was the poisonous spider and the poisonous blood. The bubbling sound was terrifying. Lin Feng patted the iron rack, and his body instantly rose. In the end, he managed to stand at the top without any danger.    

    

Fusu Rong's face suddenly became sinister. He gritted his teeth and did not say a word, but the strength of his punches became even more sinister, almost every move was fatal. In order to ensure that his main body broke through as soon as possible, Lin Feng did not dare to use the Qi of Chaos, causing Lin Feng to only be able to defend passively.    

    

In less than half a minute, more than ten wounds had appeared on Lin Feng's body. Although they had all survived the killing blow, it would be dangerous if this continued. Lin Feng's physical strength had already been severely exhausted, and he was unable to activate the Qi of Chaos, causing his clone to be unable to use any moves. He could only be suppressed by Fusu Rong.    

    

"Hahaha, Lin Feng, you actually became so weak? Isn't this you?" Fusu Rong, on the other hand, was completely able to feel it. Every move and move could only be parried passively, and the end result was a wound.    

    

Fusu Rong's face was filled with ridicule as he used all his strength to hit Lin Feng's chest and back. Almost every move was able to injure Lin Feng. He had always wanted to play with Lin Feng, and in the past, he never had the strength and opportunity to do so. But today, he finally had such a good opportunity. Fusu Rong's face was filled with malevolence. He couldn't give up on this opportunity.    

    

"Cough, cough!" Lin Feng was furious. It had only been a hundred moves, yet there was already blood at the corner of his mouth. Moreover, his meridians were in so much pain that they were about to collapse. Lin Feng gritted his teeth, and the following battle was even more painful...    

    

Within the Martial Soul World, Lin Feng, who was under the Wutong tree, broke through without any distractions. The nervousness on his face had already turned into relaxation, and his originally pale face was now tinged with a warm flush. From time to time, he would spit out white mist from his mouth. The Qi of Chaos flowed through his meridians, and Lin Feng's aura became stronger and stronger.    

    

Finally, with a loud bang, the entire Martial Soul World trembled. In front of a small wooden house in the Martial Soul World, a slightly lonely woman was looking into the distance. She was still as beautiful as before, but there was only one expression in her eyes: loneliness.    

    

"When are you going to live your own life?" The woman shook her head and her face turned a little pale. Before she could even finish her sigh, a couple appeared behind her. The beautiful woman gave a comforting laugh to the woman, and then looked at Lin Feng's breakthrough with a trace of disappointment in her eyes.    

    

The aura on Lin Feng's body surged violently until it reached a level where it could not be released. Lin Feng only wanted to punch out, feeling that the entire Martial Soul World would be shattered by his punch, but Lin Feng resisted the urge. This was not a joke.    

    

Lin Feng had successfully broken through, and at the same time, he had completely mastered the Chaotic Thunderbolt Warboots and the Thunderbolt Dao Technique.    

    

The smile on Lin Feng's face froze. He could feel that his clone was already riddled with holes and his aura was extremely weak. He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to hold on for long.    

    

"Fusu Rong? Hehe, I've been abused by you for so long. Now it's time for me to play with you, right?" Lin Feng twisted his neck and let out a creaking sound. It was terrifying to hear, not to mention the aura of a Middle-Grade Divine Sovereign.    

    

On the iron rack, Lin Feng had already suffered injuries that were full of holes. Almost every move would break his meridians, and Lin Feng looked extremely miserable. His long hair was in a mess, and his face was extremely pale.    

    

Fusu Rong looked down at Lin Feng who was gasping for breath in contempt. He looked down at Lin Feng as if he was looking at an animal that was about to die. For the time being, he pitied Lin Feng so much that he killed Lin Feng after panting for a few breaths. However, Fusu Rong thought about it again. It was too easy for him to let Lin Feng die just like that.    

    

He was going to make Lin Feng pay for all the humiliation he had done to him!    

    

He wanted Lin Feng to live a life worse than death, worse than a beast!    

    

He wanted Lin Feng to kneel at his feet and beg for mercy, haha!    

    

When Fusu Rong thought of this, the coldness on his face immediately rose to an extreme. He took a step forward, and only a blurry figure could be seen. Everyone could only see that Fusu Rong had almost teleported in front of Lin Feng.    

    

Fusu Rong reached out with one hand and grabbed Lin Feng's collar. Then, he pulled Lin Feng up into the air, his face filled with difficulty and malevolence. Looking at his sorry figure, the confidence in Fusu Rong's heart grew stronger and stronger.    

    

"I don't know what happened to you that caused your strength to drop so much, but you are in my hands now, and your life is in my hands. Do you feel despair?"    

    

"Die Die, do you feel despair? Do you feel humiliation, but you can't recover from this wronged anger?"    

    

"Thirty years goes by, thirty years goes by, and now it's my turn to decide whether you live or die. Haha, this feeling is so good."    

    

Fusu Rong held onto Lin Feng's clone and laughed sinisterly. The blood-red color in his eyes made everyone feel intimidated, and the surrounding people felt an aura of death.    

    

Lin Feng was really going to die?    

    

Although many of the disciples of the Zidian Mountain had never seen Lin Feng before, they all knew that their Young Master's previous enemy was Lin Feng. At that time, it was extremely difficult for Fusu Rong to win, but today, Lin Feng was so easily humiliated and defeated by Fusu Rong.    

    

Lin Feng's clone held his chest and looked at Fusu Rong's sinister and arrogant look, but he finally relaxed. His mission was completed, and now it was his turn.    

    

"Fusu Rong, it seems that you don't have the right to decide whether I live or die, right?"    

    

The sudden indifferent shout entered everyone's ears, including Fusu Rong, who was stunned. The latter looked at Lin Feng, who still looked like he was going to die, and did not speak, so where did this voice come from?    

    

With a whoosh, Fusu Rong could only see a blurry black shadow pass through the iron frame. When he looked again, Jiang Xuan had already been rescued, and the Black-Robeb Man who had appeared in the square was hugging Jiang Xuan with his back to everyone.    

    

His figure and clothes were exactly the same as Lin Feng's. Fusu Rong looked at Lin Feng who was lifted up by him and then looked at the black shadow man whose back was facing him. His heart immediately sank, and at the same time, he finally understood why Lin Feng was suddenly so weak. It turned out that this was only a clone!    

    

The carefree feeling and sense of accomplishment in his heart instantly disappeared. Instead, there was a kind of anger that he could not vent. Lin Feng, whom he had tortured for a long time, was actually just a clone of his, and the real Lin Feng had never appeared?    

    

Fusu Rong felt his face burning again, as uncomfortable as being slapped hundreds of times by Lin Feng, and even more uncomfortable in his heart.    

    

When Lin Feng's clone saw that the main body had appeared, he immediately laughed heartily. After that, his body slowly disappeared, leaving only a trace of blood on the iron rack. Fusu Rong's hand clenched in the air, and Lin Feng's clone had already disappeared.    

    

Lin Feng held Jiang Xuan in his arms. Looking at the little guy's painful little face that was completely pale and his meridians that were sealed, Lin Feng felt his heart ache. Thinking back to how lively this little guy was usually, it was hard to imagine that this little guy was Jiang Xuan.    

    

Lin Feng was enraged. He took a deep breath and temporarily released Jiang Xuan into the Martial Soul World. He then removed Jiang Xuan's meridians and allowed him to rest in his own world for a period of time.    

    

Lin Feng slowly turned around and stared at Fusu Rong indifferently. Fusu Rong's face immediately turned pale. He was finally sure that what he was torturing was only one of Lin Feng's clones. He immediately became furious.    

    

"Mid, Middle-Grade Divine Sovereign?"    

    

Fusu Rong's face froze, and the fear in his heart increased bit by bit. Looking at Lin Feng's current strength as a Middle-Grade Divine Sovereign, he suddenly understood. Why did Lin Feng only send out a clone? So it turned out that the main body was breaking through?    

    

Damn it, damn it! How could he not think of a way out? Instead, he was wasted by this clone for such a long time. If he could have noticed it earlier, then the current Lin Feng would not have been a Middle-Grade Divine Sovereign. His soul would not even have existed.    

    

Damn it, damn it!    

    

Fusu Rong clenched his fists with a sinister and ugly expression on his face, but Lin Feng didn't care about that anymore. Since he was going to charge into the Zidian Mountain alone, he had to kill Fusu Rong. He had to save Jiang Xuan. If Divine Sovereign Zidian wanted to stop him, then he wouldn't mind playing with this old fellow.    

    

The current Lin Feng was confident, and very confident. The current Lin Feng had the energy to explode out, and he could only wait for Fusu Rong.    

    

"Lin Feng, you are really cunning." Fusu Rong shouted out, his face dark and ugly.    

    

Lin Feng glanced coldly at Fusu Rong, the corner of his mouth only forming a cold arc as he said indifferently: "You've tortured me for so long, do you really think you're stronger than me?"    

    

"Hehe, looks like your mentality has completely twisted. Do you really think you're someone important?"    

    

"If I can torture you once, there will be a second time."    

    

"Now let me see how much your Fusu Rong has improved. Make your move."    

    

Lin Feng shouted out indifferently. Although his voice was not loud, it was filled with an inflated sense of confidence, as well as absolute contempt and ridicule towards Fusu Rong.    

    

As Lin Feng finished speaking, he had already disappeared from where he stood. No one could see where Lin Feng went, including Fusu Rong.    

    

Lin Feng had broken through to the Middle-Grade Divine Sovereign, which meant that he was invincible among those of the same level. How could a Middle-Grade Divine Sovereign like Fusu Rong be Lin Feng's match?    

    

Fusu Rong panicked. Once again, he felt that death was so close to him.    

    

"Attack the formation!"    

    

Fusu Rong watched as the black shadow in his eyes grew larger and larger. It was coming for him, and his face immediately turned pale. He immediately roared and roared, waving his hands to command the disciples on the stage.    

    

These disciples were not stupid, of course they could see that the current Lin Feng was the peerless God of Killing. The originally mighty Young Master was now like a mouse that had seen a cat, afraid to such an extent.    

    

They began to doubt whether what they said about Fusu Rong defeating Lin Feng and obtaining victory was true or not.    

    

They didn't dare to disobey the Young Master's order, so they could only gather around Fusu Rong and start to set up the formation at the same time.    

    

The formation that Divine Sovereign Zidian had personally taught, the Purple Python Killing Formation!    

    

With a sharp aura, the hundred disciples split into four directions. They held their swords in their hands as they waited for Lin Feng to enter the array.    

    

When Fusu Rong saw that the sword formation had been set up, he immediately heaved a sigh of relief. With Lin Feng's Middle-Grade Divine Sovereign's strength, wanting to break the God of Killing was simply wishful thinking.    

    

He grinned and prepared to set up a plot. He had to kill Lin Feng!    

    

Fusu Rong's face was bright and sinister as he prepared to escape.    

    

"Where are you going? Shall we escape together?"    

    

However, before Fusu Rong could even raise his foot, a playful and playful voice sounded in his ears. Fusu Rong's face immediately turned pale, and he raised his head in a sorry state to look at the real Lin Feng beside him!    

    

"You ...?"