Chapter 121: Killings

These words immediately alerted the ghost-faced man, and he was silent for a moment, unable to see what the expression under the mask was, and then suddenly threw a serrated short knife from his body.

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, if you really want to follow me, use this knife to kill your former master, and use his head to show loyalty."

Yang Baohu took advantage of the situation to find this knife, looked at the serrations and materials of the knife, nodded and praised: "What a knife!" Look at this luster, it's made of meteoric iron! Bullets hit it without leaving any traces! Even diamonds can be split with a single knife! There is also this bloodletting tank, which is covered with blood, and it seems that many people have been killed. ”

Yang Baohu sighed as he spoke, then looked up at Qin Feng and walked slowly towards Qin Feng.

Everyone thought that Yang Baohu was going to make a move against Qin Feng.

But at this moment, Yang Baohu suddenly stopped, made a look back, grasped the handle of the knife, turned around and slashed at the ghost-faced man behind him.

'Whooh! ’

The blade slices through the air, sending a screeching current.

Although the ghost-faced man was stunned, he still reacted, and his body stepped back a short distance, and the knife failed to hit him, but only slashed through the black mask on his face, wiping out a brilliant spark.

Yang Baohu didn't expect that this knife would be dodged.

He wanted to make a second cut.

"You don't have a chance."

The ghost-faced man suddenly made a move, grabbed Yang Baohu's wrist in the air, and then kicked Yang Baohu in the abdomen like lightning.

'Poof! ’

Yang Baohu vomited blood on the spot, and even flew out more than ten meters backwards with a knife, and his body smashed heavily on the wall of Room No. 1, smashing the wall, revealing the steel structure inside the cement.

The second main god of the Peerless Hall was seriously injured by a kick, collapsed in the corner of the wall, vomited blood, and muttered: "Master Qin, I, I tried my best... I can't beat it..."

"Hmm." Qin Feng finally responded and nodded.

"Xiaohu, you can rest, and leave it to me next."

Then Qin Feng slowly stood up, although after recuperating just now, there was too little time, his face was still very pale, and there was blood dripping down his wrists.

But he didn't care about these at all, his face was gloomy, he looked at everyone, and said lightly: "Since you want to kill me, let's go together, otherwise you won't have a chance at all." ”

Everyone looked at each other, their eyes full of fear.

Even if Qin Wushuang was injured, he was still the hall master of the Wushuang Palace, a god-like existence.

"I'll take the lead!"

The black strong man who fought with Yang Baohu before took the lead in taking a step forward.

He clenched his hands and stomped his feet violently, the ground under his feet cracked, and his whole body flew several meters high, raised a huge iron fist, and smashed towards Qin Feng.

The fist is roaring, and the momentum is compelling.

This punch, with at least thousands of catties of power, can easily smash the wall and even smash a giant elephant to death.

It turned out that in the previous duel with Yang Baohu, the black man kept his hand and did not use all his strength.

Qin Feng stood motionless in place, facing the iron fist that fell from the sky, he raised his right hand unhurriedly, opened his five fingers, and then shook it in the air and directly caught the fist.

"That's it?" Qin Feng narrowed his eyes and sneered with disdain.

The oncoming black man was stunned.

This was the strongest punch he had ever taken out of all his strength, and he was confident that even if he couldn't kill Qin Feng with one punch, he would be able to hurt him.

As a result, Qin Feng caught his trick without injury.

It's terrifying.

"Run!"

That was the first reaction in the black man's mind, and then he turned to run away.

But less than half a meter after running, Qin Feng's fist pressed on his back, knocking his back into a depression, and at the same time, a fist mark protruded from the equal position of his chest.

"Good, so strong!"

The black vomited blood, and as soon as he had finished these two words, he fell to the ground with a puff, motionless.