Li Fu's strength is only at the C-level level, and he can't even count as Ming Jin's mid-term, how can he be the opponent of this little leader of the Golden Dragon Gang?

Sure enough, in the face of Li Fu's dagger, Zhu Qiang only turned slightly to the side and avoided it, and then Zhu Qiang stretched out his palm and changed his fingers, and stabbed Li Fu's throat with a swish.

At the same time, a flying knife also stabbed at Zhu Qiang's temple with a thud.

"Who is it?!" Zhu Qiang's body slammed, and the flying knife grazed the tip of his nose, and it snapped into the mahogany wine rack not far away.

This flying knife scared Zhu Qiang out of a cold sweat, he quickly took a few steps back, looked at Xiang Feng who came over with sharp eyes, and said in a deep voice: "I didn't expect that there is a secret weapon master in our Qinglan City." ”

Saying this, Zhu Qiang suddenly seemed to think of something, and exclaimed: "You are the one who killed Wang Zhen!"

Xiang Feng played with the flying knife in his hand and walked in front of Li Fu, when he saw that it was Xiang Feng, Li Fu couldn't help but be overjoyed, his pretty face was full of joy, and shouted: "Senior brother, why are you here." ”

Xiang Feng smiled and said, "I wanted to come over for a drink, but I didn't expect to encounter a group of mad dogs to make trouble." ”

Zhu Qiang, who was on the side, was furious when he heard this, and he said angrily: "Good boy, you are not small, you dare to be disrespectful to our Golden Dragon Gang?"

"Hmph, I'm not interested in any dirt dog doors. "Xiang Feng is now a lot of lice and is not afraid of itching, killed Wang Zhen, killed the small leader of the Snake Hand Martial Arts Gym, and broke the legs of the three young men of the Wei family, Qinglan City for so many years, Xiang Feng is definitely the first person who has offended the Golden Dragon Gang thoroughly.

"Give me death!" Zhu Qiang put on a Shaolin Five Elements Fist posture, and smashed a straight fist into Xiang Feng's chest, this punch contained the charm of Dragon Boxing and Leopard Boxing, and a punch was punched, and a slight sound of breaking the air could be vaguely heard.

"Childish!" Facing Zhu Qiang's moves, Xiang Feng did not retreat but advanced, blinking, the faces of the two were less than ten centimeters apart, Zhu Qiang obviously didn't expect Xiang Feng to suddenly rush over, and in a moment of stunnedness, Xiang Feng's knee had already hit Zhu Qiang's crotch.

It was a sharp pain from the soul, Zhu Qiang, as a peak powerhouse of Ming Jin, was hit in the crotch mercilessly for the first time, and his kung fu was completely useless at this time.

Seeing Zhu Qiang leaning over on the ground, Xiang Feng picked up a mahogany stool with an expressionless face, and the muscles of his hands and arms contracted rapidly, only to see Xiang Feng pick up the stool violently, and fell on Zhu Qiang's head with a bang, and the mahogany stool, which was as hard as iron, was smashed to pieces.

The blood flowed to Xiang Feng's feet, but it did not extinguish the flame in Xiang Feng's heart, he picked up a mahogany chair again, slowly walked in front of Zhu Qiang who fell in a pool of blood, and laughed softly: "Before you came, did you think you would die?"

Zhu Qiang lay on the ground, the threat of death made him suddenly have a trace of strength, he looked up to the sky and shouted: "Second Shao, save me!"

"Rubbish!" In the corner of the doorway, a feminine young man slowly stood up and threw the wine glass in his hand on the ground with a crisp cracking sound.

Xiang Feng turned his head, looked at the feminine young man and the beggar holding the sword who stood up, and suddenly smiled: "You finally showed up, what do you call you?"

"My name is Wei Dongping! Hmph, you are so bold, I don't know if you dare to leave your name. The feminine young man snorted with a rebellious face.

Xiang Feng nodded, with a harmless smile on his face: "You Wei family kids, are all of them this virtue? Are you also planning to threaten me with the Golden Dragon Gang? ”

"Xiang Feng?" Wei Dongping was slightly stunned, his eyes looking at Xiang Feng became trance-like, his tone was a little flustered, and he roared: "You are the guy who angered my eldest brother and beat my fourth brother?"

"That's right, after today, I'm still the one who you off. After saying this, the mahogany chair in Xiang Feng's hand slammed down, and all the huge force was released in an instant.

Burst!

The mahogany chair smashed Zhu Qiang's head, and in an instant, his brain burst.

Zhu Qiang may be the most Jianghu person who died, and Xiang Feng didn't have a chance for him to show his strength at all.

"You!" his only cronie died in front of him, Wei Dongping was suddenly angry, he took half a step back, and said to the sword-hugging beggar beside him: "Nine Swords senior, I'm sorry for you." ”

The sword-hugging beggar nodded slightly, holding his broken sword and slowly walking towards Xiang Feng.

Before the sword was unsheathed, Xiang Feng had already felt an overwhelming sword intent, and the beggar holding the sword himself was a peerless fierce sword.

"How is this possible?" Lin Nisheng's face on the side changed greatly, and she shouted at Xiang Feng: "Li Fu, quickly take your friend out of here!"

Lin Nishang shouted while rushing to the beggar holding the sword, and as soon as she raised her hands, a soft sword as thin as a cicada's wings had already appeared in her hand.

"Hahaha! Lin Nishang, don't you really recognize me?" The sword-hugging beggar let out an ugly laugh, and the broken sword in his hand was unsheathed.

The tattered hilt, the tattered scabbard, but with a blade like autumn frost.

The sword-hugging beggar barely made any fancy movements, he simply drew his sword and stabbed the sword, the sword was very slow, but Xiang Feng and Lin Nishang both felt that they couldn't escape the attack range of this sword.

"Stinky old nine, stop!" At this critical moment, a young man's shout came not far away, which made the beggar holding the sword forcibly accept the sword in his hand.

The tip of the sword was between the throats of Lin Nishang and Xiang Feng, as long as the beggar holding the sword flicked his wrist, the tip of the sword would definitely easily cut through the throats of the two.

From the moment he stepped into the mercenary world, it was the first time that Xiang Feng was so close to death, and the proximity made him almost desperate.

The sword-hugging beggar still maintained the movement of the sword, but his eyes were on one person.

It's Lu Yang.

"Little ...... Little master?" The voice of the sword-hugging beggar stammered.

Lu Yang had a calm face, walked to the beggar holding the sword, and shouted angrily: "Stinky Lao Jiu, it's really you!

Lu Yang walked up to the beggar holding the sword and raised his leg with a kick.

The beggar holding the sword was kicked by Lu Yang, and he didn't even dare to hide.

The strength of the sword-hugging beggar is the strongest master Xiang Feng has seen so far, in Xiang Feng's heart, the strength of the sword-hugging beggar is probably up to the SS level, in his understanding, such a master should be proud of the world, and no one should pay attention to it, but ...... the picture just now?

Seeing Lu Yang coming over again, the beggar holding the sword hurriedly knelt on the ground, his body trembled, with a hint of pleading in his tone, and said, "Little master, you listen to my explanation, I ...... I have a grudge against Lin Nishang for killing my wife and son, I have been practicing swordsmanship for the past few years, just to wait for this day, this revenge will not be avenged, and I will not turn a blind eye. ”

In front of everyone, the beggar with the sword knelt on the ground and began to cry.