Fantasy: Divine Level Luck

"How do you say that?" Ling Feng has been missing for eight years, and his life and death are uncertain. Except for Ye Feng and Xiaoye who are sure that he is dead, everyone else thinks that he is hiding the scriptures on the cultivation fragments. He has become a rising star in the past eight years. Naturally, he has the courage of a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, but this black-clothed leader is not young, and it sounds from his voice that he is probably over thirty. He also does things cleanly and neatly. He must be a veteran and knows his own weight, but when it comes to himself, "Nine Six Seven" is not as good as someone else, so naturally he is a little dissatisfied.

"My father wiped out an army of 100,000 men with one move. Do you have this ability?"

“Word of mouth is inevitably false.

"Even if it's fake, Bai Ran from Baiyun Zibao was defeated by my father. Can you beat Bai Ran?"

"Of course I can't beat the sword god Bai Ran, but I still have the ability to deal with a brat like you. Okay, have you thought of where the fragment is?

"Oh, I remembered, it seems like..." At this time, Ye Feng smelled another fragrance, but this fragrance was different from the one he smelled at the beginning. This fragrance was more ethereal.

Longer. Ye Feng only felt weak in his limbs and fell to the ground all of a sudden. The leader in black was the first to react, "It's Ruanjin San. Get out quickly." With a bang, he punched through the wall and rushed out immediately with Ye Feng in his hand. The three men in black behind him were not as agile as him. His skills were also paralyzed on the ground like Ye Feng.

The black-clothed leader had already smelled this fragrance. If it weren't for his deep fighting spirit, he wouldn't have been able to muster the strength to break through the wall. The leader in black had just carried Ye Feng for a few steps when he immediately felt his hands and feet were sore and weak. He immediately sat down cross-legged on the spot, trying to resist the power of the medicine. Ye Feng saw a layer of blue fighting spirit emerging from the body of this black-clothed leader. His breath was thick and long when he was exercising, like a sleeping tiger. Especially the anger between his eyebrows added a bit of power. If he was usually when. Ye Feng didn't have the courage to provoke him.

Ye Feng has never been addicted to this kind of drug before, but from his own perspective, Ruanjin Powder is the best thing to deal with opponents who are far more powerful than himself. The smell of Ruanjin Powder is light, similar to that of blue musk, which is not easy to attract people's attention. The most peculiar thing is that it has a miraculous effect. As soon as you smell the fragrance, it will soften immediately. For the leader in black, even though he has a high level of fighting spirit, there is nothing he can do about this drug. After resisting it for a long time, it seems to have little effect. His hands and feet are as heavy as if they were filled with lead...

Ten minutes later, another man in black suddenly rushed out of the darkness and stabbed the leader in black between the eyebrows with a sword. The leader in black suddenly opened his leopard eyes, rolled to avoid it, and immediately jumped up. The black-clothed leader's fighting spirit is unfathomable, and it seems that the power of the cartilage powder has little effect on him. "It's you little girl again. You dare to mess with me with your little ability. 17 The leader in black punched the assassin in black. The leader in black has strong fighting spirit. Even if he was hit by cartilage powder, his flexibility is still the same. Extremely high, not something this assassin can compare to. The assassin in black twisted his body, avoided it, and immediately used his sword skills to entangle the leader in black. 4.0 Originally, the sword should be light and agile, but this female assassin was slashing and slashing, and she was attacking Brutal, wide open and close, it is more like sword skills. The leader in black was hit by cartilage powder. After all, his hands and feet were a little slower. After more than ten rounds, he had several wounds on his body. The female assassin was also in a bad situation. The leader in black was almost choked by the wind from his fists. If he hadn't had some cultivation, he would have fainted to the ground under the weight of his fighting spirit.