"Can't escape!"
On the bed, Yan Lijun sighed after listening to Yan Feng's words, shook his head and spoke weakly.
Yan Feng's expression was stagnant, and he wondered: "Why? The news of Zhao Qiang's death hasn't been spread yet? If we escape from the camp now, should we be able to escape?"
"Zhao Qiang’s father, Zhao Zhengan, is a neutron-level strong man. This strong man has a special feature, that is, the death of a blood-linked person can be sensed. So now Zhao Zhengan is probably coming, we will go out for sure. Meet him right now!" Yan Lijun sighed, and glanced at Yan Feng, showing doting in his eyes, and a touch of decisiveness flashed by at the same time.
"What, then?" Yan Feng asked anxiously.
Above the electron level is the neutron level, and the neutron level is over, that is, the proton level. The three levels are tightly divided, and the gap between them cannot be compensated by quantity.
The strong neutrons are also divided into early stage, middle stage, late stage, and consummation, but this level has a notable feature, that is, there is a crystal nucleus in the body, which can achieve an instantaneous explosion with the power of the crystal nucleus.
In other words, neutron-level powerhouses generally have one or two moves. This move utilizes the instantaneous explosive power of the crystal nucleus, which can be called terrifying power.
Yan Feng's father, Yan Lijun, used to be a strong man who had just stepped into the neutron level, but now he is seriously injured and dying, and his strength has declined, causing him to regress to the electronic level.
However, his strength has declined, but his moves still exist, and he still has crystal nuclei in his body.
"Don't worry, although Zhao Zhengan is a strong man, I am not easy to provoke Yan Lijun!"
Yan Lijun made a loud noise, and his tone became sonorous at this moment. He pushed Yan Feng away, got out of bed and stood with his hands behind him, looking straight out of the closed door.
Yan Feng looked at his father in astonishment, not knowing why his father reacted this way, and saw his father standing tall and tall, like a fearless, upright man, let Yan Feng worship.
Think about it... The former father was also a neutron powerhouse!
Yan Feng's eyes were full of reminiscences, full of admiration, and he took his father as an example since he was a child. His father is not only a simple neutron-level powerhouse, but also a powerhouse comparable to the master's own moves.
Prison Slash... Father’s Prison Slash, I have only seen it once...
Yan Feng thought of the self-made moves Yan Lijun used in front of him when he was a child to slash the prison. The earth-shaking power made him stunned. From then on, he had a dream, that is, the self-made moves.
You know, ordinary neutron-level powerhouses, who want to get moves, all go to the trading place to buy, and the moves are of the lowest level, and they are basically lower-level moves.
As for self-made moves, you can increase your level with your own strength. This kind of move is not comparable to ordinary moves.
Self-created moves require great perseverance and patience, as well as chance and luck, and neither of them are indispensable. Therefore, self-created moves are generally extremely rare, and they are much more powerful than ordinary moves.
"he came."
Yan Lijun felt the scorching gaze behind him, smiled slightly, and revealed an inexplicable aura, like an aura. His face was calm, but a trace of sentiment flashed through his eyes.
"Who's here?" Yan Feng asked in confusion.
However, the answer to Yan Feng was a "boom", sawdust flew across the house, and the room seemed to be blown by a strong wind, and all the pots and pans dinged and rang scattered on the ground.
"Yan Lijun! Humph! I borrowed your courage, would you dare to kill my son Zhao Qiang?"
A voice containing endless anger, like a thunderous roar, came in from outside the room, the voice shook Yan Feng's head and his head buzzed.
When the voice passed, Yan Feng looked out the door, and saw a burly man who was nearly two meters tall, stepping in from the outside, with thick eyebrows, big eyes and thick lips, and he looked a little plain.
The strong man's face was murderous and angry, as if about to explode, the debris of the wooden door turned into powder on the ground under his feet, and there were iron nails on the ground, and he stepped on it into the ground.
Behind him, followed by more than a dozen people wearing guard costumes, from the place where everyone was headed, a pair of sharp eyes like eagles shot directly, and Yan Feng glanced at him, his eyes clashing in the air.
The master of the gaze is a young man, and it is Zhao Bing, Zhao Qiang's brother.
"Zhao Zhengan, don't look at it. What kind of animal you gave birth to, if you change to an old man, you would have slapped to death!" Yan Lijun is also unceremoniously ironic, although his body has become thin due to his injuries, but In Yan Feng's eyes at this moment, it was so great.
"You!" The brawny Zhao Zhengan gritted his teeth with anger, his clothes were not windy, his hands clenched his fists unconsciously, and a strong aura spread out, calming everything around him, as if he was suppressed.
Yan Lijun sneered without fear, and at the same time an equally powerful aura spread out, colliding with Zhao Zhengan's aura, and everything in between was squeezed flat.
"Unexpectedly, your strength hasn't declined?" Zhao Zhengan asked in surprise, staring at Yan Lijun, revealing dignity and fear.
"What about falling? How about not falling? Come and try, I still shoot you to death!" Yan Lijun said confidently, his face showing arrogance, and his pale complexion also became a little ruddy at this moment, as if his injuries were completely healed. .
Zhao Zhengan's face sank, his eyes filled with hesitation. After a while, he said coldly: "Yan Lijun, you killed my son?"
"So what?" Yan Lijun asked rhetorically.
"You kill my son! Then we will never die today! If you hand over my son's body now and commit suicide at the same time, then I can still consider thinking about letting go of your sons and daughters!" Zhao Zhengan said coldly.
Yan Lijun laughed and sarcastically said, "Do you have lost your mind? When I was a three-year-old child? Even if I commit suicide, you will really let them go?"
"If you say this, it is my way of refusing to agree? If this is the case, then there is nothing to say!"
Zhao Zhengan snorted coldly and blasted a fist straight out. The fist wind was like thunder and exploded, and the air was crackling. The fist did not arrive, but Yan Feng had already felt the terrifying power of Zhao Zhengan's punch.
But at this moment, a figure sprang out from the back room. The figure was as dexterous as a spirit snake. After coming out, a cold light flashed over Zhao Zhengan. The biting Senhan did not change Zhao Zhengan's expression.
I saw Zhao Zhengan sneer at the corner of his mouth, and when he slapped him, he heard a "bang", and a blood line spurted out of the figure's mouth, like a kite with a broken line, flying out.
"Grab her!" Zhao Zhengan said coldly. Zhao Bing immediately nodded behind him, waved with a few guards, and set up Yan Wu, who had not succeeded in assassinating a corner of the ground, with a steel knife.
"sister!!"
Yan Feng exclaimed in exclamation, never expecting that Yan Wuhui suddenly appeared, with anxiety in his eyes, and his heart for Zhao Zhengan and Zhao Bing's killing intent was extremely strong.
Yan Feng wanted to walk out and rushed to rescue Yan Wu, but was blocked by Yan Lijun's hand. At the same time, Yan Wu weakly opened his eyes, and when he looked at Yan Feng, he also shook his head and signaled Yan Feng not to be impulsive.
Yan Feng gritted his teeth, his eyes were bloodshot, and with his clenched fists, blood flowed from his fingers, dripping to the ground, shocking, trembling, and hating his own weakness at this moment, and his powerlessness at this moment.
In front of Yan Lijun, between the lightning and flint, the fist belonging to Zhao Zhengan came, and the fist wind took up his clothes. He did not evade, but stood firmly in front of Yan Feng, blocking all wind and rain for Yan Feng.
boom! !
Yan Lijun fought with Zhao Zhengan in an instant. The two were extremely fast, turning into afterimages in this small house, and everything they passed was a mess.
Pieces of objects turned into powder, and the aftermath of the battle between the two could kill the early days of the electronics. It was terrifying and powerful, and the onlookers were shocked and shocked.
Boom! !
Finally, after a few breaths, the fragile house, unable to withstand the toss of this battle, ended its ten-year mission amidst the roar.
The gravel flew horizontally, and a large bowl of stone came straight to Yan Feng's forehead. The speed was so fast that he could not avoid it. He could only watch the stone come and crush his head.
But at this moment, he fell from a high altitude with a puff, crushing the gravel into powder, and at the same time stretched out one hand, grabbed Yan Feng's collar, and rushed directly out of the debris of the collapsed house.
When he landed, he was already standing on top of the ruins. Not far away, Zhao Zhengan squeezed his fist with a trace of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth. Behind him, Zhao Bing looked at the ruins under his feet with lingering fear.
Six or seven of the dozen or so guards had no time to respond and were buried by the collapsed house, and fell here, and several others, along with Yan Wu, were taken out by Zhao Zhengan and escaped.
Around the ruins, large groups of survivors came one after another to watch the battle here. The battle of neutron-level powerhouses is rare except when the tide of monsters comes.
"Are you okay?" Yan Lijun asked with concern.
Yan Feng shook his head. Except for a scratch on his arm and ankle, he was fine.
"Feng'er, Dad has something to explain to you! After this incident, whether Dad is alive or dead, you don’t have to flee the camp. As a neutron-level expert, Dad is naturally in this camp. A friend who has a good relationship, but the only one who has a heart-to-heart relationship is Xu Qing, one of the four law enforcement officers in the camp. You can take your sister to trust him, I think he will take you in because of my face. , As for Zhao Zhengan’s trouble, I will solve it for you. It is also the last thing I will do for you as a father."
Yan Lijun smiled slightly. There was no fear in his smile because he was about to die. On the contrary, there was a sense of free and easy feeling from the heart, as if he was able to use his dead body to do the last thing for his children.
Yan Feng was stunned. He couldn't believe Yan Lijun's words. Tears couldn't help but shed tears. He shook his head in tears and didn't want to listen or watch.
Isn't the father good? And you can fight against the neutron-level powerhouses. Why do you say this
No, my father will not die!
"Can't you see? Your father seems to be in good condition and his fighting strength is restored. In fact, your father deliberately suppressed it. To be honest, I thought he would be injured and died just now when he was fighting. Enduring the pain, until now, you know that his body is like being stirred by a knife now, and when he is an ordinary person, he has long since died of pain. It is really a shame that he can still put such a face in front of your son. "
The voice of the charming girl appeared in Yan Feng's mind in twilight, and the words pierced Yan Feng's heart fiercely like sharp thorns, blood dripping, making his face a sorrowful smile.