Jiang Feng won, whether it is the process or the result of this battle, there is no suspense at all.

The middle-aged monk can be described as a fiasco, no matter who it is, everyone can see it, if it weren't for the rules, at this moment, the middle-aged monk is a dead man.

It's just a sword!

With the cultivation of the Great Perfection in the late Yuan Infant period, the monks of the Great Perfection in the late stage of the Battle Transformation God were defeated in an instant, and the middle-aged monks were scattered, and even Jiang Feng's sword could not be resisted.

Such a scene happened under the nose, even if it was not completely unprepared, such eyelids were still irrepressible, beating for it, Li Tianhong stared at Jiang Feng, and in the depths of his eyes, there was quietly a little more indescribable deep meaning.

This kind of swordsmanship can only be understood, not spoken, and there are traces of Dao Yun circulating, even with his cultivation, under the situation that Jiang Feng seems to have a sword in his hand, he also feels a strong threat.

"What kind of identity is this?" Li Tianhong whispered in his heart.

Before that, Jiang Feng was just a chess piece in his hand, just to fiddle with, and Li Tianhong didn't care about Jiang Feng's identity and origin.

But Jiang Feng was as strong as he was, and he was unexpected, but he couldn't help but be a little more curious about Jiang Feng.

"How so?"

"So strong?"

……

The battle between Jiang Feng and the middle-aged monk, because of the-for-tat confrontation between Li Tianhong and the others, did not start quickly, but ended too quickly.

didn't react at all, the battle was set.

Everyone looked at the middle-aged monk one by one, and it was inevitable that there was a slight look of horror in their eyes.

It was not only Li Tianhong who was surprised, but it was not only Li Tianhong who felt the potential threat of Jiang Fengzhi.

At this time, whether it was Murong Lan and Zhuo Xiangyun, Lu Yiming and Cai Hexiang, the eyes they looked at Jiang Feng one by one changed.

After all, who would have thought that Jiang Feng, who seemed to be the most inconspicuous, was the most terrifying and difficult existence to control!

You must know that the middle-aged monk, looking at this place, is only inferior to the five of them, which undoubtedly means that Jiang Feng already has the qualifications to fight against the five of them!

"It turns out that this is your reliance!" Zhuo Xiangyun said in his heart, his eyes flickering.

Zhuo Xiangyun has always thought that Li Tianhong has relied on, but now, he regards Jiang Feng as Li Tianhong's dependence, there is no doubt that judging from Jiang Feng's performance, Jiang Feng has such qualifications.

The light in Lu Yiming and Cai Hexiang's eyes was obscure, before the battle began, the words they had said were like two slaps on their faces, making them inevitable, and their old faces were dull.

"No wonder, Li Tianhong has no fear. The two of them thought to themselves, sometimes glanced at Li Tianhong, sometimes glanced at Jiang Feng, but they didn't say much.

This was a counterattack battle, and those who were invited, dozens of glances fell on Jiang Feng's body, especially He Ming and the others, who were inexplicably frightened and sensed the great horror.

Win all seven battles!

By the end of Jiang Feng's battle, Li Tianhong's side had participated in a total of seven battles, and in the end, they won all seven battles.

The gambling contract is naturally a bet, so that the interests of the rest of the people are therefore touched, but

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