Chapter 1010

"Don't worry, Mr. Tolson." Tai'an took a light puff, put out the cigarette end behind the ashtray, bent on the guardrail, looked at the leaf Lingfeng below, and said with a smile: "their sacrifice is valuable. I just want to use this method to wear off the killing heart and fighting intention in this boy's heart. When he feels tired, it's time for me to do it!"

"What's more, it's just a few lives, so what if it's lost. Don't worry, we promise to pay you not less than a cent. When the money arrives, you will have a group of novices, who are stronger than these people now! "

Although the words were casual, the killing intention in Tai'an's eyes was chilling.

This devil necromancer who treats human life as grass! Tolson had a cold war, and unconsciously he was far away from Taian.

Although Ye Lingfeng has the name of killing gods, he is not a real killing machine. Although the people who are coming at him now are ordinary people who can't even reach the Yellow level, there is a time when elephants are tired of stepping on ants.

When he rushes up to the third floor, ye Lingfeng is tired. It's not that his body and spirit are tired, but that he is tired of this kind of constant hand.

What's more, he felt that the reason why the other side would do this was not that they really thought these weak opponents could do anything to him, but that they intended to use these people to kill his fighting spirit.

In addition to strength and luck, fighting spirit is also a key factor in the fight between ancient martial arts practitioners. In particular, for opponents who are equally matched, to paraphrase the words of the founding fathers of China, it is called "meeting in a narrow road, the brave win."!

If an ancient martial arts practitioner has lost his fighting spirit, then this is a very terrible thing. Because you have no fighting spirit, when facing the opponent's moves, there will inevitably be a little slack and slow.

Master duel, winning and losing are often in the front line. Even if it's just less than a second's delay, it may be the crucial moment to decide whether to win or lose, and the party who chooses to slack off is the party who loses.

After understanding this truth, ye Lingfeng also admired the ingenuity of the people who led all this. He was able to come up with such a way to kill his fighting spirit. He didn't talk about his accomplishments, but his mind was absolutely extraordinary. Moreover, he began to yearn for his cultivation to reach the peak of the prefecture level as soon as possible, because by that time, he might fly with the help of reincarnation sword.

At that time, there was no need for such a layer of rush. It was enough to take him to the fourth floor with flying sword.

The prisoner of heaven finally appeared! And just after standing on the third floor, ye Lingfeng's mind suddenly felt the smell of chasing the poisonous insects. And then, three shadows along the corridor, toward him.

Moreover, the three men often seemed to cooperate with each other. Their movements were extremely sharp. After they came, they directly blocked Ye Lingfeng's upper, middle and lower routes. No matter how he dodged, they would hit him with their fists.

Ye Lingfeng also felt that the accomplishments of these three guys were not weak, and they were all the top of Xuan level. In particular, their physical strength is even more powerful. Compared with the bear like foreigner before, they are definitely several grades higher.

Moreover, these three guys are still carrying sharp weapons in their hands. The flashing blades show that the weapons in their hands should be mixed with a certain amount of cold iron. If they cut people, they will definitely be cut off.

Keng! Just after the leader was about to get close to Ye Lingfeng, his body suddenly became short. He was like a master of hip-hop dancing. Later, with his back as the center, his body began to rotate at high speed on the ground. The long sword he held in his hand was wrapped up with flowers and swept towards the footwall of Ye Lingfeng.

At the same time, another person flat jump, blade sway, toward the position of Ye Lingfeng chest sweep.

As for the other man, he jumped three feet high and smashed a ghost knife with the wind.

Looking at the three men's attack like flowing water, ye Lingfeng quickly made a judgment with his eyebrows on. On tiptoe, his body went askew along the wall. When he met the roaring blade, it was even like the fallen leaves in the autumn wind. Sticking to the gap formed by the blade, he went around the back of the three men and stood firmly on the ground.

The speed and agility of Ye Lingfeng make people feel that ye Lingfeng is like a cheetah who lives in the African prairie all the year round. Even when walking through the galloping bison, ye Lingfeng can not touch his body.

After landing on the ground steadily, ye Lingfeng didn't hesitate. With a flash of his body, the reincarnation sword swept away to the back of the three people who had lost their defense. The blade was like a white line. Suddenly, it was like death's sickle, which brought the three people's lives into reincarnation.

Whoo! After killing the three men with one sword, ye Lingfeng sighed. Although the battle was fierce just now, the relaxed feeling after the battle made the tight string in his head relaxed.

Heaven prisoner has got so many ancient martial arts practitioners, and his wealth is so rich that he can hand over the weapons refined by cold iron to such people! After picking up the three men's swords and examining them, ye Lingfeng found that although the swords used by the three men were mixed with a small amount of cold iron, even if they were like this, it would be lucky for them to get one.In line with the idea of not coming for nothing, ye Lingfeng put the three men's long knives into the storage ring. After adjusting his breathing, he walked slowly along the stairs to the top floor. He wanted to see who was in charge.

Unlike the three floors below, the fourth floor is an extremely empty reception hall. As ye Lingfeng can see, in the reception hall near the French window, there is a white haired foreigner sitting on the sofa, and a middle-aged foreigner standing beside him.

Ye Lingfeng can tell the identity of the middle-aged foreigner is Tolson, the boss behind the white falcon. But for the white haired foreigner, ye Lingfeng can't guess his identity. What's more strange is that he can't feel the breath of the ancient martial arts practitioner from the other person, just like he is just an ordinary person. From Tolson's awe, we can see that this person is very strange Fan.

"After waiting so long, the distinguished guest finally came up." See ye Lingfeng's figure appeared in the reception hall, the Tai'an Na slowly stood up, gently clapped, applause is not urgent, with an indescribable rhythm.

What's more, as his applause fell, the whole building suddenly began to play melodious music. Although Ye Lingfeng doesn't know much about music, he can still hear it. It seems to be Mozart's Requiem.