128: The threat of death keeps coming!

Feng Ming was stunned, turned his head to look, and understood instantly.

At the same time, the dagger whistled past Feng Ming's head.

Feng Ming used all his strength to leap forward, reaching out to grab the dagger.

Unexpectedly, he was still a step too slow; just as he closed his palm, the dagger flew past his fingertips.

The blade even left two wounds on his fingers.

Seeing the dagger pass through the crowd and head straight for Lu An'an, Feng Ming's eyes turned red with urgency.

"Go!"

He raised his hand and fired off a Sword Finger.

Previously, this Sword Finger wouldn't have done much, because even if it shattered the dagger, the force wouldn't stop.

It would become a new force harming Lu An'an.

In the end, Lu An'an wouldn't have died from the dagger's attack, but from his Sword Finger.

Fortunately, Feng Ming had a Breakthrough yesterday; not only did his strength reach the Golden Core Realm, but his comprehension of the Sword Dao had reached the stage of Mastery.

The most direct difference was that the Sword Finger Feng Ming shot out could not only instantly shatter the dagger...

...but under the influence of Feng Ming's Sword Intent, the Sword Finger deviated from its original trajectory.

At the last moment, the Sword Finger shot past the side of Lu An'an's cheek.

Finally, it blasted a thumb-sized hole in the wall.

Even so, Lu An'an was still frozen in place with fear.

Feng Ming's eyes were filled with anger as he turned to look at The Two Elders of Gui Mei and shouted furiously.

"You're courting death."

At this moment, The Two Elders of Chi Mei had just barely managed to block Ye Feng's Giant Net of Cold Beams.

Just blocking the attack had already exhausted their strength.

Their bodies were now covered in wounds, with blood gurgling out in some places.

But they only feared Ye Feng; as for Feng Ming, they didn't care at all, viewing him as just a novice who had recently promoted to the Golden Core.

Nothing to fear.

Thus, the Black-Robed Person snorted upon hearing Feng Ming's words, "Arrogant child."

"Stop your blustering; you're lucky today. We'll spare your dog's life for now!"

"Let's go!"

After saying that, the Old Man in Black Robe wanted to leave with his brother, but Ye Feng laughed.

"With me here, do you think you can leave?"

"You actually dared to attempt a sneak attack on my Young Miss. If even one of you manages to leave alive today, I won't be called Ye Feng."

After saying that, Ye Feng looked at Feng Ming and said with a smile, "Jeff, don't worry. With me backing you up, you can focus on avenging the Young Miss."

In truth, this was also Ye Feng giving Feng Ming a chance, a chance to perform well.

Feng Ming was naturally not stupid and understood that Ye Feng was giving him a hint.

After all, everyone in the City Lord's Mansion surely knew about him and Lu An'an.

Today, Lu An'an was in danger and almost died at the hands of these two old fogies.

If he couldn't show the attitude and strength sufficient to protect Lu An'an, the City Lord would definitely not approve of him.

Naturally, he wouldn't feel at ease marrying his daughter to him.

Ye Feng's words were actually telling him that his father-in-law was waiting to see his performance.

If he couldn't vent Lu An'an's anger for her, he could forget about becoming the City Lord's son-in-law.

Feng Ming naturally understood this as well.

Feng Ming's eyes were cold as he said to the two Black-Robed Persons, "Today, you must die!"

Seeing that it was Feng Ming and not Ye Feng who was taking action, the Black-Robed Persons couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

They also sneered.

"What kind of thing are you, to dare covet the lives of us two brothers?"

Feng Ming's eyes turned cold, and without any nonsense...

...he shot a Sword Finger directly at the Old Man in Black Robe.

This was no ordinary Sword Finger; it contained not only Sword Intent but also the Intent of Cold Ice.

Wherever the Sword Beams passed, even the air was instantly frozen.

The Old Man in Black Robe frowned and raised his hand, striking out with a burst of black Qi.

The frozen air collapsed instantly, and the Sword Beams inside were also shattered.

"Hmph! Overestimating yourself!"

"Just a Golden Core who just broke through, and you want to be our enemy? Do you really think you're the Chosen One?"

Feng Ming remained expressionless.

The two people in front of him were merely at the Golden Core Stage.

With his current strength, he had no fear at all.

"Whether I'm the Chosen One isn't important, but next, I will let you know the meaning of despair!"

After saying that, Feng Ming extended both hands, and then he was seen drawing both hands like a bow.

In an instant, "swish swish swish," streaks of Sword Fingers shot out like a rain of swords toward the Old Man in Black Robe.

The number of Sword Fingers was vast and dense.

In an instant, the dense power of cold ice actually frozen the street where the two were standing.

Feng Ming's idea was simple: since one Sword Finger couldn't hurt the opponent, he would use quantity to cause a qualitative change.

He didn't believe that with hundreds of Sword Fingers, the opponent could still remain unharmed.

If a hundred or a thousand weren't enough, what about ten thousand or tens of thousands?

With the Chaos Scripture, all the power in Feng Ming's body could be converted into one another.

In other words, he had inexhaustible power.

With the consumption of the Sword Fingers, the power in his body would never run out.

At this moment, the Black-Robed Person's expression changed.

With the Sword Fingers coming from all directions, he no longer had his previous arrogance.

Dense black Qi surged from his entire body, forming a barrier in front of him.

However, countless Sword Fingers rushed toward him and crashed into the black barrier.

The black barrier immediately began to collapse.

Yet, the Intent of Cold Ice condensed a layer of ice crystals on the surface of the black Qi.

Seeing that so many attacks hadn't landed on him, the Black-Robed Person immediately wanted to mock him.

However, the words stopped at his lips.

Because he discovered that as too many Sword Fingers shot over, his black Qi had been frozen solid.

But the Sword Fingers didn't stop.

In just a few breaths, the black Qi had blocked over a hundred Sword Fingers.

Accompanied by the attack of countless Sword Fingers, his barrier finally couldn't hold on, and with a crack, a fissure appeared.

Then, the crack became more serious, expanding rapidly, and shattered in the blink of an eye.

Feng Ming's hands didn't stop, and countless Sword Fingers shot over densely, heading straight for the Old Man in Black Robe who had lost his barrier.

"Brat!"

The Old Man in Black Robe grew anxious and quickly took out his weapon.

It was a Whisk.

With a flick, the white silk threads filling the sky instantly formed a large net, blocking his path.

However, this hastily formed net was clearly even worse than the black Qi.

After holding on for less than ten breaths, it was sliced into a sky full of broken white threads by the Sword Fingers.

At this moment, the Old Man in Black Robe finally felt the threat of death.

His eyes widened in disbelief.

"How is this possible? He clearly just broke through to the Golden Core, how can he be so strong?"

"Big brother, get out of the way!"

The other Black-Robed Person shouted.

Unfortunately, it was too late; just as the Old Man in Black Robe jumped into the air to avoid the Sword Fingers...

...he was surrounded by Sword Fingers.

There was no way around it; Feng Ming's offensive power was simply too strong, like an endless stream of power, covering the sky and everywhere.