It's a matter of life and death, and victory or defeat!
This was He Jinfeng's answer. A battle with Fang Lin was not only about deciding the outcome, but also about life and death.
Not everyone has such courage. At least He Jinfeng has the determination and confidence to fight Fang Lin to the death.
"Well done to He Jinfeng!"
"This is the spirit of my demon clan's genius!"
"The human race is a bunch of cowards. Do they dare to fight to the death with the strong men of our demon race?"
All the young monsters started shouting, mocking and scorning Fang Lin in their words.
He Jinfeng looked directly at Fang Lin, with fighting spirit rising in his eyes, as if he was eager to fight Fang Lin head-on.
Fang Lin smiled: "Dividing between life and death? In this ancient demon ridge, except for this Langsu who is destined to die, who can I kill?"
"What? Don't you dare to fight to the death with me?" He Jinfeng asked in a deep voice.
Fang Lin shook his head: "In a life-and-death battle, you are just talking about it. When that time comes, we will definitely be stopped. It is enough to decide the outcome."
He Jinfeng frowned, feeling a little angry in his heart.
"Okay, okay, in that case, let's have a fight between the two of you, and I will enjoy watching the show." Demon Saint Qitian said, without stopping to agree to Fang Lin's fight with He Jinfeng.
For the monsters present, the significance of this battle is of great importance. After all, Fang Lin had defeated Xiong Li before, killed Lang Su, and defeated the two geniuses of the monster clan one after another, severely suppressing these young people. The arrogance of the monsters made them feel even more aggrieved.
Now, He Jinfeng wants to fight that human warrior. As long as he wins, it will sweep away the previous decline. It can still prove that the young and strong men of the monster clan are better than the young and strong men of the human race.
Moreover, they also have great confidence in He Jinfeng, believing that He Jinfeng can defeat the human warrior and win.
There is no other reason. He Jinfeng can be said to be the most powerful among the many young monsters present.
Even if Lang Su and Xiong Li were put together, they would not be as strong as He Jinfeng.
Even looking at the younger generation of the entire demon clan, He Jinfeng's strength is ranked high. He is a true leader, not comparable to demon beasts such as Lang Su and Xiong Li.
And what about Fang Lin
Although he defeated Xiong Li and killed Lang Su, if he faced the powerful He Jinfeng, he would probably only fail.
"He Jinfeng will definitely win." You Guyao said with a firm tone, as if he had already anticipated the result.
The other ancient monsters also nodded. Even though Fang Lin performed exceptionally well in the previous two battles, in the eyes of monsters like them, he was not as stunning as He Jinfeng.
Perhaps this battle will be fierce, but there is only one winner in the end, and that is He Jinfeng.
"Are you ready to accept failure?" He Jinfeng looked at Fang Lin coldly and said.
Fang Lin smiled slightly and pointed at the headless corpse of Lang Su at his feet with the Xuanhai Jiao Bone Gun: "This guy is more arrogant than you, and I have killed him now."
Hearing this, He Jinfeng snorted heavily and pointed out with a wave of his right hand.
The golden finger light suddenly appeared, carrying a vast aura and overwhelming power.
Even though it is just one finger, it seems that there are countless stars contained in this finger, which makes people feel helpless from the bottom of their hearts.
This finger revealed He Jinfeng's extraordinary character. It was indeed very appropriate to describe him as unfathomable.
Fang Lin also pointed out, and as the black light surged, it transformed into a giant finger that reached the sky, and collided with the vast finger light displayed by He Jinfeng.
For a time, the energy was everywhere, and the conflict between the demonic energy and the internal energy was extremely fierce, causing the surrounding demons to retreat in fear and not dare to get too close.
Demon Saint Qi Tian waved his hand and laid a barrier here, so that no matter how fierce the fight between the two was, it would not have much impact.
The fingers clashed, and it was hard to tell the difference for a while.
The next moment, Fang Lin was the first to take action. With a movement of his body, the Qilin Fist was unleashed, slamming into He Jinfeng's face.
He Jinfeng's expression remained unchanged, as if he had already anticipated what kind of moves Fang Lin would use, he pointed his fingers again.
Buzz!
Golden light gushes out, along with a burst of demonic aura, transforming into a fist seal, constantly fighting against Fang Lin's Qilin Fist.
The battle situation immediately became very intense as soon as it started.
Fang Lin used Qilin Fist and launched a strong attack. While He Jinfeng firmly defended his one-third acre of land, he did not give in. He turned his finger power into fist seals and resisted Fang Lin's Qilin Fight for several rounds. Seeing that He Jinfeng had extraordinary strength and was a difficult character, Fang Lin changed his strategy, stepped on the ninth level of the sky, and had a charming and illusive figure, hoping to defeat He Jinfeng with this weird and unpredictable movement technique.
Seeing Fang Lin perform this strange movement technique, many monsters were worried about He Jinfeng. After all, this movement technique had been performed by Fang Lin before, and its power was unpredictable. It caused the Langsu to suffer a lot and he could hardly find it. To the solution.
However, when Fang Lin performed the Nine Heavenly Steps, He Jinfeng was obviously on guard and unexpectedly closed his eyes.
"Huh?" Fang Lin frowned slightly when he saw this. What is this guy doing? Do you have to close your eyes to deal with your Jiuzhongtian footwork
Soon, Fang Lin knew why He Jinfeng closed his eyes.
I saw a strange crack in He Jinfeng's forehead. It was not an eye, just a crack.
And from the crack, a golden thread flew out at an extremely fast speed, heading straight for Fang Lin.
Fang Lin was shocked and wanted to block the golden thread, but failed. The golden thread suddenly wrapped around one of his feet.
"No!" Fang Lin secretly thought, his left foot was bound by the golden thread, and he suddenly felt that his center of gravity was unbalanced. One foot was heavier than the other, and he was completely unable to use the Nine Heavenly Footwork again.
However, this golden thread was extremely weird. Fang Lin couldn't get rid of it even if he pulled it with his hands or shook it with his inner strength.
It seemed that the golden thread was like a tarsal maggot, entangled in Fang Lin.
"Now, let's see how you perform that weird movement again!" He Jinfeng opened his eyes, and the crack on his forehead disappeared and returned to normal.
But in this way, it can be regarded as cracking Fang Lin's Jiuzhongtian footwork in disguise.
Fang Lin took a look at the golden thread on his feet. This thing was very strange. It seemed to be connected to the qi of the Hejin Peak. It was probably something refined by the Hejin Peak's own flesh and blood.
"I thought you would use some means, but it turned out to be nothing more than this." Fang Lin said lightly.
He Jinfeng's face was expressionless, and as soon as he stepped forward, Fang Lin felt an incomparable force coming towards his face.