Yes, in Feng Weizheng's eyes, Chen Liang, like He Xiangqing, is his own fish on the board. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It's just that He Xiangqing has already placed it, and all kinds of knives have fallen on it, and Chen Liang has not yet put it on the table.

But it's also fast.

So what kind of capital does a fish who is about to be held in his hand talk to himself, or even ask himself such a question.

What's more, after not getting an answer, he is still asking.

It's ridiculous in my own eyes.

Feng Weizheng came out of this and said, "It seems that you still haven't recognized your situation." ”

"You think that you can save the guy surnamed He with just you, then you are underestimating our West Factory."

Chen Liang frowned and said loudly: "Until everything really comes to fruition, these are just your wishful thinking. ”

"Then it seems that you still don't have a little self-knowledge!"

Chen Liang didn't answer, but directly swung his sword.

When he was talking to Feng Weizheng, Chen Liang had already silently gathered the sword momentum.

Since there is no need to talk about it at this time, then they will face each other with their swords.

Anyway, Chen Liang never thought that he could rescue Lao He with just lip service.

In a tribe like Xichang, it is naturally the sword in his hand and the clenched fist in his hand.

Chen Liang swung his sword cleanly.

He had guessed that the man in front of him was the bearer of the West Factory Jinyiwei, and in the later conversation with the man, he was able to determine this.

If you break into the West Factory directly, I'm afraid it will be difficult.

But if you can hold Feng Weizheng in front of you, the difficulty will naturally be reduced.

Capture the thief and capture the king first.

However, it is not easy to hold Feng Weizheng.

After all, the gap in realm strength between the two sides is there.

The air around Chen Liang suddenly froze.

Invisibly, a coercive force slammed towards Feng Weizheng.

Feng Weizheng, who was standing not far away, could naturally sense this invisible pressure.

In fact, as early as when he stood in front of the root of the wall, he sensed this force of bombardment.

At that time, it was just a sword like that, and it shook back the nearly fifty black long umbrellas.

At that time, Feng Weizheng knew that this sword momentum was extremely not simple.

So at this time, when Feng Weizheng was real, he didn't dare to take it lightly.

Feng Weizheng still punched.

He was not armed with any weapons.

So at this time, he can only punch.

Feng Weizheng, as the leader of the West Factory, naturally could not lack weapons on his body.

No matter how much he tried to honor his fists, it was impossible for him not to have a weapon that was worth it.

It can even be said that his weapon is naturally the most powerful weapon in the West Factory.

Indeed, Feng Weizheng had a weapon, the black umbrella that he had gently put away and placed at the base of the wall earlier.

Although the black umbrella itself is very ordinary, it is in the hands of people like Feng Weizheng.

It's a very good weapon.

It can even be said to be more powerful than any weapon in the West Factory.

But Feng Weizheng didn't bring it out, and put it under the corner of the wall smoothly.

Because Feng Weizheng felt that he was dealing with an opponent of Chen Liang's level.

There is no need to bring any weapons at all.

Because his fist is enough.

Even if he saw Chen Liang's sword swing before, he slashed out this dropping sword momentum.

He still does.

Feng Wei is punching.

The fist stirred up the air around it, and the rain level on the ground that had just fallen was no longer visible in the slightest ripple of the wind.

The Wind Knows the Grass!

Feng Weizheng's punch is the boxing method that he realized after combining several boxing masters, and it has the speed of the wind, and naturally there is the momentum of the wind.

Before the fist arrived, an extremely strong wind had already hit Chen Liang's face first.

This strong wind cut two or three times like a blade on Chen Liang's face.

Then, a fist with the power of the wind slammed into the void.

In the eyes of everyone, Feng Weizheng's punch was smashed out of the air.

There is no real emptiness.

But in the eyes of those who have reached a certain level of strength in the real realm.

Or rather, in perception, the void where the fist settled.

There was an invisible force of bombardment, like a big wave crashing against a river.

One punch is really against this bombardment force.

That is, the falling drop sword momentum that Chen Liang slashed out.

Out of thin air, there was a deafening sound.

The ground trembled as if it had undergone a miniature earthquake.

Feng Weizheng withdrew his fist.

There was no injury on the fist.

It's just that the clothes were a little messy by the vibration just now.

Feng Weizheng's figure stood there, like a big mountain, no matter how much wind and waves were set off on the opposite side, it was already standing here.

And Chen Liang on the other side did not have Feng Weizheng's treatment.

The previous roar, the main target was Chen Liang.

Because Feng Weizheng's punch smashed on the Luodi sword momentum, after the Luodi sword momentum was shattered, the remaining fist power would bombard Chen Liang no matter what form it became.

The roar before had formed a substance that was enough to kill people.

And this essence is to bombard Chen Liang.

Chen Liang could only swing his sword to block.

The incomparably hard Soul Breaking Sword was naturally able to resist the attack of the essence, but it could not stop this momentum in the slightest.

So Chen Liang was shocked by this momentum, and he retreated a few steps before he settled.

The hair on his forehead has been scattered all over his face.

Chen Liang stretched out his hand and gently brushed aside the hair that was covering his eyes.

Then he stood up and handed out the long sword, pointing at Feng Weizheng.

Seeing Chen Liang's defeat and retreat, Liu Xueji did not hesitate at all, jumped up out of thin air, and handed out several blades to Feng Weizheng.

The blades that flew away were like blades, hissing as they rubbed against the air.

These seemingly incomparably soft and even ordinary visible blades had killed dozens of brocade guards alive just now.

Pieces go like a knife edge into the throat.

Feng Weizheng's ears were the first to sense the attack of these blades.

So my eyes fell on the leaves.

The blades are coming!

Feng Weizheng was still expressionless, this time he didn't punch, no matter how powerful and strong his fist was, he couldn't deliver three punches in a row in such a short period of time.

Moreover, these blades are not simple.

Feng Weizheng raised the cuff between his right hand.

When the blade is swinging, the long sleeves are just raised.

The blades are slashed over the cuffs.

Or should it be said that the cuffs cover these blades.

Those who are a little farther away may not be able to hear it, but those who are a little closer to Feng Weizheng can hear it clearly.

There was a hissing sound in the cuffs that were covered.

It was the sound of the leaves.

I don't want to be swept down like this.

So there was a hissing sound similar to a protest or even a struggle.

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