The two stood staring at each other.

There is no immediate life-and-death struggle, calm as water, as if old friends are together.

"You are a person to be admired. ”

Xu Feng walked out of the gate of the Hojing Ling Yamen like this, and the middle-aged man was surprised.

Xu Feng said: "Revenge?"

"Snow shame!"

In the thinking of middle-aged people, the man in black bets against others, his skills are not as good as others, and he has a life and death. But the shame of the master must be washed away, and the disciples who practice the sword can lose, but they can't be so coveted and stupid.

Therefore, the middle-aged man ignored the laws of the Great Zhou Dynasty and openly intercepted Xu Feng on the street.

Xu Feng said, "Killing an Extreme Realm cultivator is a shame for you?"

"Snow shame, nature is fair. ”

The middle-aged man tore open his clothes, and there was a yellow charm on his chest, which was nailed by a milky white bone nail.

"This is the Locking Spirit Talisman, which is fixed on the chest by a bone piercing nail, intercepting the flow of Qi Yuanhai True Qi, I will fight against you in the extreme realm. ”

"You are also a person who deserves respect. ”

Xu Feng didn't expect that the knife practitioners were all ruthless.

The spirit talisman and the bone piercing nail were all used by the Great Zhou Dynasty to suppress the monks who had serious crimes but cultivated to be profound.

Once used, the unfathomable cultivation must be limited to the extreme realm.

The middle-aged man said, "Do you have a last wish? I will help you fulfill it." ”

Xu Feng said, "Your name?"

The middle-aged man said, "Does it matter?"

Xu Feng said: "After you die, I can erect a monument for you." ”

The middle-aged man said: "Wang Mazi." ”

This is a vivid name, so much so that Xu Feng stared at the middle-aged man's face for a while, trying to find the origin of the name.

The middle-aged man was not annoyed, as if he had long been accustomed to this scene, and said: "I don't have pockmarks on my face, my family was poor when I was a child, and my parents were illiterate, so I gave it such a name." ”

is really an upright middle-aged man, Xu Feng thought that if the last word of the middle-aged person's name was removed.

Wang Ma, who kills people like hemp, is still a bit domineering.

"When you die, I will also erect a monument for you. ”

Wang Mazi slowly raised the knife, holding the handle of the knife in his right hand, his eyes were like eagle falcons, staring at the prey.

The knife of a Dao realm master, even if it has no sword intent, is still terrifying.

Xu Feng was so engrossed that he didn't dare to be careless, the knife he gambled with the man in black was a kind of spiritual confrontation to some extent, and each other's knives did not fall on each other's bodies.

Wang Mazi is different, his knife is really going to cut the opponent's throat.

Suddenly, Wang Mazi took out the knife, he held the scabbard in his left hand, and pulled it hard, and the scabbard was like a meteor, nailed directly into a wall.

He held the knife in his right hand behind his back, and the steps under his feet were strange but fast, in an instant, close at hand, and swung a knife towards Xu Feng's throat.

This knife is sharp and fast, the blade is flickering with cold light, if it is an ordinary Extreme Realm monk, this knife will also be in a different place.

In the battle of the same realm, Xu Feng never flinched, and his golden fist smashed down against this blade.

Bang!

The blade collided with the fist, but it made a metallic sound.

Wang Mazi was shocked back a few steps by this punch, his face shocked, and no monk had ever used his fist to flick his blade away.

Pickaxe Jing Ling Yamen, a group of people are also confused, it seems to have walked into the teahouse, in the story of the storyteller, they are not monks, but they also know a truth, no matter how hard the fist is, it is not as hard as a steel knife.

Especially Steward Wu, he still wanted to call the soldiers to help, but now it seems to be redundant.

This time of collision, Xu Feng also took a few steps back, and there was a trace of blood on his fist.

"With some ability, he is not wronged when he loses in your hands. ”

Wang Mazi's face was solemn, he had fought with a Zen master in Mount Meru, and that Zen master did not dare to touch his blade with his fist.

The monk of Mount Meru was known as the bodhisattva of the flesh when he was in the extreme realm, and he was famous for his strong body, but it was not as good as the body of the young man in front of him.

Another knife!

Wang Mazi slashed out with more than a dozen knives in a row.

Fast as lightning, there are afterimages in all directions, and the movements of each afterimage swinging the knife are different, but they are extremely real, and you can even feel the cold light on the blade of the afterimage.

For a while, more than a dozen Wang Mazi slashed with knives, but they couldn't tell the truth from the false.

This is the knife practitioner who created a split-petal plum blossom knife in the extreme realm.

It is said that the knife practitioner once killed many opponents with this knife method, because the opponent could not distinguish the true from the false, and as long as he chose the wrong one, he would die.

"Carving insect skills!"

The core of the split-petal plum blossom knife is fast, as fast as lightning, which is naturally difficult for ordinary Extreme Realm monks to deal with, while Xu Feng's physical body is as strong as a diamond rock, and his grasp of strength and speed is also extreme.

Bang! Bang!

Xu Feng's punch was like a horse galloping, each punch was aimed at an afterimage, and in an instant, his fist seemed to be a dazzling eye.

There are as many afterimages as there are Xu Feng punching.

The last punch was blasted, and Xu Feng actually collided with Wang Mazi's real body.

With a snap, Xu Feng clasped his hands together, and the blade of the knife rubbed brilliant sparks with the palm of his hand, directly clamping the knife.

Wang Mazi saw that the knife was fixed, and raising his foot was a whip leg.

This kick is menacing, straight to the head, and it can't be dodged,

If Xu Feng chooses to hit him hard, Wang Mazi is confident that he will hit him hard, and if Xu Feng pulls his hand to block, he will take the opportunity to advance and stab him in the chest.

This is an unsolvable situation, Wang Mazi thinks that he has the chance to win, but he is unexpected.

Xu Feng's body rotated to the side like a grinding disc, and at the same time, the knife that was holding between his hands was suddenly broken.

Wang Mazi fell short with one kick, his body was unstable, and Xu Feng took the opportunity to turn around and punch out.

Bang!

This punch hit the ribs, and Wang Mazi staggered back six or seven steps at once, his face turned pale and his breath was not smooth.

"Such a strong body is also outstanding in the same realm. ”

Xu Feng was shocked, if his punch hit an ordinary Extreme Realm cultivator, his skin would immediately open and his bones would be broken.

"You're good, really good. ”

Wang Mazi was very excited, as if he had met an opponent for a long time.

He has cultivated so far, the road is bumpy, and he is invincible without the pride of the sky, but he has the last laugh and has witnessed the rise and fall of many young heroes.

There were bloody battles all the way, there were escapes, there were soaring forwards, and there were life and death fights, but Xu Feng was the only one who broke the knife in his hand.

Click!

Wang Mazi was really angry, and the broken knife was shattered.

At this moment, he uses his hand as a knife and Yu Zhenqi as a blade, which is the sharpest knife in the world, an invisible substance.

Using the true qi condensed in the palm of the hand as a knife, although it is not like the flying of the sword of the Dao realm, it is flexible and changeable, but it can also cut gold and jade.

Xu Feng took a few steps back as if he was facing a great enemy, even if his body was strong, there was also a trace of palpitations.

Wang Mazi rose in the air and waved his hand to split, rolling like a mountain and rock, and the momentum was terrifying.

Rumble!

Xu Feng dodged the knife, the dust was flying, but a crack was split on the ground.

Immediately, Wang Mazi chased after him and swung out another knife.

The knife almost slashed against Xu Feng's throat, and the blade was as cold as water, leaving a trail of blood on his neck.

Xu Feng retreated, until there was no way to retreat, and finally a punch was thrown.

The golden light exploded like a water bottle, and it seemed to be a brief golden rain.

With this punch, Wang Mazi was shocked back again, and the same Xu Feng's fist was fleshy and fleshy, and the blood flowed like an infusion.

The situation on the battlefield was reversed at once, and Xu Feng was as solid as a rock diamond.

Under Wang Mazi's attack with his palm as a knife and his true qi as a blade, he also seemed powerless.

"I'll pick a good cemetery for you. ”

Wang Mazi's voice was cold, even if he was self-proclaimed realm, he was also at the peak of the extreme realm, and the Qifu Yuanhai was really full of qi.

And Xu Feng's Qifu Yuanhai only has a trace of extremely pitiful true qi, compared to Wang Mazi, there is no chance of winning.

"So, I want to thank you. ”

Xu Feng was stalling for time, and the injuries on his hands were slowly healing.

This is the mystery of the Heavenly Heart Divine Technique, even the scars burned by the Phoenix Heavenly Fire can heal overnight.

"No thanks. ”

Wang Mazi also seems to be aware of this.

Between the palms of his hands, the true qi condensed like a match, slashing down, leaving no respite for the opponent.

The blade was coming in an instant, close at hand, at the moment of life and death, Xu Feng couldn't take care of the wound, and condensed the trace of true qi in the Qifu Yuanhai into his fist.

Punch out!