Fantasy: Beginning Saint Patriarch

Demon Race has always been better at close combat due to his physique.

This guy has always been proud of his strong body, but until today, he finally suffered a setback.

From this, he understood some truths, and finally realized that there are people outside Daoist, and there is heaven outside the world.

In his fantasy, he was defeated by some masters, defeated by one and a half moves, instead of being kicked without defense after being attacked by someone like now. He went out and fell into disgrace.

Such a result was not what he wanted, and he couldn't help but feel angry in his heart.

The Demon Race tilted its head slightly, and a burst of purple light suddenly appeared on its two pointed ears.

Along with his two tilted heads, the two flames shot out with a "whoosh" sound. Although the two flames were no more than the size of fingers, the temperature they ignited made the void of the fire along the way become unreal, as if Very powerful.

Two lines of fire spread out in the void that it passed by. The tracks of these two purple fires were quite strange, as if fuel was stained on the wheels and they were running over in the air. They looked extremely strange.

Lin Feng also straightened his expression. This thing looked so weird, so there must be something fishy about it.

At least in this world for so long, Lin Feng has never seen the flames attached to his ears, so Lin Feng's expression suddenly became serious.

He gathered his strength, then took another palm shot, and suddenly a huge palm shadow surged out along with the vast spiritual energy, "The two wisps of purple fire were instantly extinguished in the air.

Seeing these two wisps of purple fire being extinguished so easily, Lin Feng was stunned for a moment, and then realized that there seemed to be a problem.

Logically speaking, such a weird flame would definitely not be easy to deal with, but now it was extinguished in the air with a 'pop' like a candle, and the little black substance that remained turned into skin flakes instantly. ash!

Sure enough! The moment he sensed something was wrong, a burst of wind sounded behind Lin Feng, but he would not be fooled again this time after experiencing Demon Race's sneak attack before.

Moreover, the opponent this time was several times more powerful than those before, so he turned around cautiously and faced the opponent head-on.

The two fists connected, causing a burst of space ripples.

The two of them retreated under the influence of the force. They took several steps back, but they were evenly matched in terms of strength.

Lin Feng was also surprised. The strength of this Demon Race is really good. It may not be easy to say in other aspects, but it does have extraordinary strength in terms of strength.

With his current strength, if he relied solely on strength, he would be able to barely support himself at the same level.

But now, although this Demon Race's cultivation level is several boardings lower than his own, he can still hold it with ease, which makes Lin Feng can't help but take him seriously.

"Who are you? Tell me your name." "

This Demon Race obviously also paid attention to Lin Feng's strength. He hesitated for a while and finally nodded and said.

"General Demon Race of the Eastern Expedition Army, Salmos."

"Zixu Sect Lin Feng."

Lin Feng waved his hands in the air, and then the two of them immediately disappeared.

As if they had a tacit understanding, neither of them used weapons. They also appeared at the same place in an instant, and then punched each other hundreds of times.

The space fluctuated for a while, like raindrops falling. Amidst the crackling sounds, countless space ripples trembled out, and many spaces had countless cracks like broken glass.

"Human, you are indeed very strong. I didn't expect that there would be such a strong person among humans. This really surprised me.

"What surprises me most is that my strength can only be ranked in the middle and lower reaches among the strong human beings."

Lin Feng thought for a moment, then said some nonsense, intending to scare the other party.

Sure enough, the other party fell into the trap, and he couldn't help but be a little stunned for a moment.

This kind of strength can only be in the middle and lower reaches of the human race?

This so-called 'fact' shocked him, who had always looked down on the human race.

For Demon Race, even the realm of true gods is only slightly rarer.

But this level is still the backbone of Demon Race, the mainstay of the upper class, but this strength is only downstream in terms of humans. Could it be that humans have achieved special development in these years, otherwise how could they become so powerful?

Lin Feng's words were ambiguous.

Indeed, with his strength, there is still a long way to go for the realm above.

For experts, the same can be said for the middle and lower reaches.

But for the human race as a whole, his strength is already unattainable in some aspects, how can he be considered middle or lower class!

So saying this is somewhat misleading.

This is not to affect the opponent's combat effectiveness, but after all, humans and demons are at opposing levels. Lying about one's own combat effectiveness to the other party can also give the other party some experience to a certain extent.

Through this, we will also take the initiative in future wars.

The guy in front of him may not be weak in strength, even if he is not his opponent, but Lin Feng feels that he may not be able to keep him.

Under such circumstances, it is better to do more tricks and send false news back. In some respects, it is equivalent to strengthening the strength of the human side on one's own side.

Of course, the other party is not a fool, and naturally he will not believe this based on just one or two words from Lin Feng.

He was only slightly shocked, but he concentrated on dealing with Lin Feng in front of him.

Following his sharp roar, his entire body bowed, and his legs and feet gradually bowed. His entire body seemed to have suddenly become taller, looking at Lin Feng in a condescending manner.

Barbs began to grow on the elbow of his right arm, and countless special cuticles appeared on his face as he grew taller.

These cuticles are connected from dots to lines, and from lines to surfaces, they are gradually twisted and connected together, converging into a mask (Qian Haohao), which finally protects his face.

He looked at Lin Feng condescendingly, his eyes full of coldness and murderous intent, but with Lin Feng's current strength, he may not have experienced less killings than him, so naturally he wouldn't care about this mere murderous intent.

Taking advantage of the opponent's pretense, Lin Feng dodged in front of him and struck Demon Race's mask with his sword.

The other party was stunned for a moment, then smiled coldly and did not move, letting Lin Feng's sword light hit his mask.

At this moment, a strong light suddenly bloomed from the mask, and the power of the long sword only caused a ripple, and then was bounced back by a huge force.

Lin Feng was shocked. He never expected that this mask had such defensive power.

By accident, he was bounced back by this force, which made his arms numb.

But at this moment, his expression turned cold, and he suddenly found that the guy had disappeared.