Gao Wu: Landing 3,000 Years Into the Future

"At only 17 years old, your blood energy value has exceeded 10. Looking at our Dragon Country, you are indeed a rare genius. But if you meet me, you can only be a short-lived genius in this life!"

Wang Chou pressed down with a palm, trying to pierce Lin Feng's ribs and go straight to his heart.

"Die!"

But Lin Feng, who seemed to have no resistance, suddenly exploded, breathing with the Phoenix Breathing Technique, and his blood energy circulated throughout his body. Like a warrior who had experienced hundreds of battles, he slashed his palm knife diagonally and chopped at Wang Chou's already injured neck.

He had used this move many times in his dreams when fighting against the insane martial corpse.

Killed him with one blow.

"Plop——"

A bloody head rolled to the ground, and Wang Chou's face was wide open, and he died with his eyes open.

"Fuck, who hired a killer to kill me?"

Lin Feng dragged his injured ankle and just wanted to leave the place quickly.

However, after walking a few steps, another burly old man in black shrouds stood alone in the middle of the road like a ghost!

The old man didn't look like a living person. In his pair of pale eyes, his pupils were as small as pinholes, and he looked coldly...

Lin Feng even suspected that this was a terrifying martial corpse that escaped from his dream.

"Who is making noise?"

At the corner of the road behind, the sound of the city patrol team sounded, making Lin Feng think he was saved.

But his head hurt so much, his eyes went black, and he didn't have time to call Qiu Ju, and he fainted.

When he opened his eyes.

Lin Feng found himself in an abandoned factory. The gloomy old man in shrouds was talking to someone?

"Understood. Now that the target has been determined, kill him immediately."

Murderous aura!

Murderous aura came from the old man!

As if it was carrying despair from the underworld...

"Before I die, I want to know who wants to kill me? Even if I die, I should be able to rest in peace, right?"

Seeing the old man hang up the communicator, Luo Feng asked with a pale face.

"Have you heard of the Qian family caravan? My name is Qi Heng, and I am the old steward of the Qian family caravan. I am a level 3 intermediate warrior."

"Wang Chou, who was killed by you, is a secret killer trained by our caravan."

"Why did I kill you?"

"Because you are a genius!"

"Your generation can only have one genius who stands at the top, and that is my young master. Only he has the qualifications to crush his contemporaries."

...

In Lin Feng's mind, the image of a gentle and refined young man instantly emerged.

Qian family, Qian Yuhua.

The son of the richest man in Nanjiang City.

"Crack——"

Qi Heng's palm was so powerful that it almost broke Lin Feng's forehead bone, and it was shaking with hidden power, and it was going to destroy Lin Feng's brain. The move was absolutely vicious and deadly.

Another terrible muffled sound.

Qi Heng swept his claws across his shoulder, like slapping a fly,He slapped him hard.

If it weren't for the astrological body-building technique he practiced, and the Phoenix Breathing Technique to save his life.

After this blow, I'm afraid Lin Feng would no longer exist.

But even so, Qi Heng, as a top-level third-level warrior, exerted a powerful impact that still pierced Lin Feng against the wall.

There was another muffled sound, and Lin Feng's body slowly slid to the ground, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

At this time, his heart had fallen to the bottom.

This old guy is too powerful.

I can't compete with him at all.

"My martial arts journey has just begun, but it has ended? I claim to be the chosen son of the human race, but..."

"After two lives, I still ended up in such a cowardly and tragic ending!"

"I don't accept it, I don't accept it!"

...

Lin Feng's mind fell into a trance, his mind was spinning, and he was in extreme confusion.

The countless memories of the martial corpses absorbed in the dream, densely packed, gushed out like a tide.

In a moment.

Lin Feng seemed to be in another world. In his boundless and chaotic thoughts, he saw his past life, his present life, and his future.

Three kinds of light.

The hazy black light seemed like the dusty earth's past life...

The scarlet light seemed like this life, the road of martial arts was destined to be brilliant...

The ominous white light seemed like the future in the dream, the tragic death of the human race, the extinction of civilization, the white of dead things...

The countless memory fragments wrapped the three groups of light, and soon formed three strange whirlpools.

"Huh?"

"How can there be three whirlpools?"

Looking at the sweat beads that kept sliding down Lin Feng's forehead, the old man Qi Heng felt an inexplicable excitement.

For a person like him, killing is absolutely a wonderful thing.

And the blood of a person before death can also bring him great enjoyment. Old man Qi Heng licked his pale lips, his eyes full of crazy excitement.

The sound of heartbeat, in this abandoned factory, there is only the intense heartbeat.

One is with fear.

The other is crazy excited.

Half a meter away, Qi Heng's hands with sharp nails slowly raised again.

He was thinking.

Should he twist Lin Feng's neck first, or directly pierce Lin Feng's chest and smash his heart.

An accident happened.

Lin Feng, who had been lying on the ground, actually stood up. No, or it seemed like he was floating. His body had completely turned scarlet.

As if he was a blood man, his whole body was covered with red mist.

But his eyes showed two kinds of light, one black and one white; the strange feeling scared Qi Heng, and he subconsciously took a step back.

"Roar——"

Lin Feng, who had lived two lives and saw the future three thousand years, roared like a ghost of fate.

The three balls of light on his chest stirred wildly and condensed together.

An extremely dazzling light burst out.

Especially the blood-red light, like hell opened wide, the dazzling light made Qi Heng lose his vision for a short time.

In Qi Heng's eyes, the blood light and the ominous red light covered the sky and earth.

And a strong recoil force swept Qi Heng away.

"Lin Feng, what kind of mutation has occurred in your body?" Qi Heng shouted indignantly.

The rusty abandoned factory was stained with blood, and it was full of bright red, as tragic as hell on earth.

"Boom——"

The strange changes in Lin Feng's body continued.

The blood was bursting, and his clothes were completely turned into ashes. Soon after, he was even ignited with flames.

His originally black hair had turned into a fiery red color, and black lines kept appearing on his body. The black lines kept moving on his body surface as if they were alive. Lin Feng's body seemed to have grown a little bigger.

Lin Feng stood in the flames, swallowing up the mountains and rivers, looking down on everything.

The Heavenly Demon Lord was like the Tai Sui God on earth.

He looked like a god from above, looking down on the world and despising all living things.

"Old man, aren't you going to kill the genius? You can go to hell!"

The factory was completely infected by the red blood, and a pile of rotten wood next to it turned into ashes. At this moment, Luo Feng was really like the Demon Lord descending. The next second, he was already standing behind Qi Heng.

Qi Heng came back to his senses.

He looked down and clearly saw that his chest was pierced by a burning fist.

The terrifying power penetrated his body.

A shocking hole appeared in his chest at the heart, which was transparent from front to back, and the sequel pages gushed out.

Qi Heng's vitality was rapidly draining away, and his consciousness was flying away.

Until his death, until his body was shattered into dust, he couldn't figure out why a 17-year-old boy who was still participating in the quasi-warrior assessment would have such an incredible change?

Just like that, Qi Heng, the old steward from the Qian family caravan, died, and the frightened expression on his face and the incredible eyes were all preserved intact.

"What happened to me?"

"Why is there a blood flame burning in my body?"

"Why have I become so powerful?"

"Is it an illusion?"

Staring at the corpse on the ground, Lin Feng knew that this was not an illusion. Of course, he didn't know why this happened.

Lin Feng lowered his head and clenched his fists. The feeling of power made him feel that his punch could penetrate the world.

With such power, it is not impossible to compete with heaven and earth.

(Today's 20,000-word update is completed)