The power was discharged wildly with the soft sword, but Beichen Incheon's eyes were full of disbelief, he didn't understand, how did Ling Feng do all this?

Ling Feng leaned close to his ear and whispered, "What you slashed was just an afterimage of mine, understand?" Actually, you don't need to be so surprised, because killing you is no different from slaughtering a chicken for me, so if you go slower on the Huangquan Road, your master will catch up immediately, don't worry, I will send you master and apprentice to see Afun together! ”

At this moment, Beichen Incheon finally understood, it turned out that Ling Feng didn't take himself seriously at all, and kept playing himself as a monkey, and the reason why Ling Feng did this was completely to lure his master to the stage, and then cut off the troubles!

"You, you ......" Thinking of this, his body couldn't help but tremble violently, wanting to warn the master, but his vitality was leaking out like a bucket that had leaked to the bottom, and he didn't even have the strength to open his mouth.

"Incheon! Eight squares...... Pig ...... China"

All this happened so fast that even Beichen Wasteland didn't have time to react, and when he came back to his senses, Ling Feng's sword had already penetrated Beichen Incheon's body!

For a while, the Beichen Wasteland was about to crack, and people pounced on the protective fence of the ring like a mad tiger, the old devil had strong internal strength, and the steel bar the size of his thumb was like a noodle in his hand, and without a single effort, the protective fence had been dismantled by him.

While rushing in, Beichen Wasteland shouted anxiously: "Incheon, you hold on, Master has saved you!" ”

Beichen Incheon condensed the last of its strength, and was finally able to make a voice: "Shi ......"

The corners of Ling Feng's mouth made a cold arc, and with a wave of the soft sword in his hand, a cold light flashed from Beichen Incheon's neck in an instant, his voice stopped abruptly, and blood burst out......

Beichen Incheon's head drew a perfect parabola in the air and fell directly into the arms of the rushing Beichen Wasteland.

"Incheon!"

Seeing Ling Feng slashing Beichen Incheon in front of his eyes, Beichen Wasteland was almost going crazy! Just as everyone was looking at them in fear, I saw him throw the head in his arms, which had no meaning at all, on the ground, and wanted to rush up and cut Ling Feng into two pieces......

"Bang dang!"

An iron gate fell, separating the Beichen Wasteland from Ling Feng again, and the muzzles of the automatic rifles in the hands of more than a dozen masked men were all aimed at him.

"Mr. Beichen, please follow the rules!"

Beichen Wasteland is worthy of being the master of the sword path of the island country, and when he saw that the matter was irreparable, he immediately calmed down and slowly withdrew from the ring.

"The knife seems to be okay...... Ling Feng picked up the Onimaru knife on the ground, and with a flick of the blade, the Onimaru knife made a crisp sound of "clang", which made the corners of Beichen Wasteland's mouth twitch.

Beichen Wasteland gritted his teeth and secretly warned himself: "I must not be angry, show this person that this is the Onimaru Knife!" ”

The Onimaru knife itself is not only included in the top ten famous knives in the island country, but also a symbol of the Beichen one-knife knife man, if the knife is gone, then the Beichen one-knife will be completely reduced to a laughing stock in the island country!

Looking at Beichen Incheon on the ground, his heart was like a knife, this is an immortal genius who stepped into the unity of man and sword at the age of twenty-one! If there are more than ten years, then this genius will inevitably shine brightly, and if ...... It's a pity that genius has been folded, and there is no if.

Whether it's a genius or a mediocre talent, it makes no difference if you're dead, it's all a hundred or dozens of catties of stinky meat, compared with the Onimaru Knife, it's not worth mentioning! Therefore, the mood of the Beichen Wasteland has quickly calmed down.

On the surface, he looked angrily at Ling Feng, who was light and breezy in the ring, gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "Eight grids, Zhina pig, I want to use your head to sacrifice the Incheon Heroic Spirit!" ”

He spoke in the island language, so naturally few people could understand it, so he immediately came to his senses and said to Yamaguchi Mie: "Mie, you ask that Shina person, do you dare to fight with me in the next battle!" ”

When Mie Yamaguchi heard this, she suddenly woke up like from a dream, opened her cherry mouth, her bright eyes were full of surprise, Beichen Wasteland felt that her eyes were all on Ling Feng, and couldn't help but be even more angry, but there was no way, he had to repeat it......

"Ling Fengjun, our island country sword master Beichen Wasteland has sent you a duel, will you accept it?" Mie Yamaguchi thought about it, and still said it to Ling Feng as he meant.

There was disdain in the eyes of everyone present! If you beat the little one, you will come to the old one, this old devil is too shameless, is it true that the life of his apprentice is life, and the life of others is not life?

"Hmm......"

Beichen Wasteland looked at Ling Feng nervously, but seeing that Ling Feng hesitated, he couldn't help but scold angrily: "Ba Ge Yalu, are you all cowards?" ”

Naturally, Mie Yamaguchi wouldn't help him translate, but everyone present knew that this old devil would definitely not say anything good.

Ling Feng smiled coldly at the Beichen Wasteland, and then said indifferently: "Yes, but I have one condition......"

A hint of complexity flashed in Yamaguchi's eyes, and then she translated the words, Beichen Wasteland nodded, and then she asked, "What conditions?" ”

"I heard that Beichen has countless industries in the island country, so it's okay to duel, but I want Beichen Wasteland to transfer 300 million meters of gold to Zhang Zhidong's account, if I win, the 300 million meters of gold will be mine!"

"And what if you lose?"

Ling Feng smiled and said lightly: "If I lose, I won't even have my life, what else does he want?" Of course he can say 'no', but I just had a fight, and now I have a duel with a long-established sword master, is it fair to me? ”

Mie Yamaguchi translated Ling Feng's words directly to Beichen Wasteland, and he didn't even think about it and asked Mie Yamaguchi to agree, because he thought that he couldn't lose, and there was no difference between killing Ling Feng and slaughtering a chicken!

What's more, Ling Feng is right, it's okay, what are people fighting with you with their lives? What's more, the Onimaru Knife is still in Ling Feng's hands, and if he doesn't take it back, he won't be at peace for a day.

"Master Wasteland has agreed to your terms!" When Mie Yamaguchi said this, she lowered her voice and said, "Ling Fengjun, Master Wasteland is one of the few sword masters in our island country, aren't you?" ”

Ling Feng waved his hand, interrupting her, and then said with a smile: "Thank you, Miss Meihui, no need, you tell that wasteland master, he will stay for half an hour after he finishes transferring...... I'll fight him to the death on stage! ”

Mie Yamaguchi wanted to say something, but Ling Feng had already closed her eyes, so she had to shake her head and said secretly: "Arrogant, I really don't know whether to live or die!" The Master of the Wasteland has reached the realm of 'no vain'......"

"Meihui, this is what I usually talk about with you, Brother Feng, hehe, Meihui......" Zhang Zhidong walked over with a fart, but unfortunately Yamaguchi Meihui didn't even look back, so she walked straight back to the Beichen Wasteland.

Although Ling Feng killed Beichen Incheon, who broke through the "unity of man and sword", Ling Feng had agreed to a duel with Beichen Wasteland, and for Mie Yamaguchi, he was already a dead man, so what else could he introduce?

Ling Feng said to Zhang Zhidong playfully: "Xiao Dongzi, you are sticking your hot face on someone's cold buttocks, hehe, it seems that you are unrequited love!" ”

"Brother Feng, what we enjoy is the process, do you understand what the process of pursuit is?" Zhang Zhidong smiled, his face full of confidence, but no matter how Ling Feng looked at it, he felt that he was smiling very cheaply.

"Brother Feng, although I am better at picking up girls than you, but you are still wise in other things, hehe, I can't imagine that the old devil is really fooled, and the money is in place! Also, almost everyone is betting on the devil, and this time we're really going to make a fortune. ”

Ling Feng was stunned, his gaze was firmly locked on the Oni Pill Knife in his hand, and a thoughtful look appeared on his face, he suddenly felt that this knife seemed unusual......

PS: I wish my friends a happy Zongzi Festival and peace and security! (To be continued.) )