Taking off the iron knife on his back, Qin Feng slowly pulled the knife out of its scabbard, the moonlight was like water, shining on the black and dull knife surface, and a trace of light traveled on the knife surface, and it actually made a soft sound.

"You are waiting for me alone, and you are naturally very confident, why do you say these things to confuse my mind? It seems that your faith is not enough! Qin Feng raised his head and looked at the other party, a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"No, it's not that you don't have faith, have you ever seen a cat and a mouse? The cat caught the mouse, how could it bite him to death at once, naturally he had to have a good teasing first, so that there was enough pleasure! Bian Zheng laughed: "Qin Feng, we know you so well that you can't imagine. Since five hundred years ago, the first sect of the Tang Dynasty, Nantianmen, evaluated the world's martial artists and demarcated the level of martial artists. The reason I'm here is because I'm able to overcome you. ”

"Really?" Qin Feng sneered.

"As far as you are concerned, you only have the strength of a fifth-level martial artist, but if you are in the army, with your soldiers, you can indeed have a super-level performance, and even be able to exert the strength of the sixth or even seventh level, but if you fight alone, you really can't get on the stage." Bian Zheng smiled and said: "And I, Bian Zheng, have the strength of the seventh level, you say, can I defeat you steadily?" Otherwise, why isn't someone else waiting for you here, but me? ”

"If this so-called division of ranks is really 100% accurate, then what kind of strength do the martial artists in this world have? Everyone takes a card distributed by Nantianmen, and when they meet each other, they show a sign, the higher one wins, and the lower one loses, isn't it the peace of the world? Gao Yuan laughed, "Dare to ask the eight of you Bian disciples who died in my hands, are they taller than me?" ”

Bian Zheng's face flashed slightly, "Death is on the verge of death, but you are still sharp-toothed and sharp-tongued, let you see today, how the seventh-level martial artist crushed you?" ”

The air suddenly seemed to become viscous, and the sound of the wind that was still whistling slightly in his ears just now disappeared suddenly, Qin Feng looked up at the sky, and the silver moon hanging high in the sky seemed to become a little unreal, and the mountains in the distance were like a painting reflected on the water, and it actually rippled slightly.

Qin Feng's heart sank slightly, no wonder the enemy in front of him was so proud, he did have the ability to be proud. Qin Feng, who was in the military camp, rarely fought alone, and more often commanded the army to resist the enemy together, and in the battle, he even encountered Western Qin generals who were more powerful than Bian Zheng, but it was a group fight, and the pressure he felt was far less than today. In the army battle, thousands of soldiers were combined together, and the combat effectiveness formed by the military formation was not inferior to the ability of a high-level martial artist, just like a few days ago, he only used the combined force of a hundred soldiers to block Zuo Lixing's angry roar.

But today, he has to face it alone.

The evaluation of him by the people of Western Qin is quite accurate, Qin Feng has always shown strength, and he is only involved in the level of five to six levels, but because of the domineering internal force he has learned, he can always show superhuman combat effectiveness, and it seems that the mixed yuan magic skill he practiced is set up for the battlefield. On the battlefield, when the aura of the Mixed Yuan Divine Skill spreads, the fierce aura contained in it can stimulate and infect the soldiers around him, driving their abilities to rise by more than one level.

However, what the Western Qin people miscalculated was that Qin Feng's strength was far more than that, due to the appearance of Shu Changshu Maniac, the medicine he refined expanded Qin Feng's meridians and dantian, greatly increasing the breath of its contents, and Qin Feng, whose internal force was getting stronger and stronger, did not dare to exert his full strength in the battle, because once he used his full strength, he was very worried that he would not be able to control the backlash of his skills, that kind of ******** taste, Qin Feng did not want to try.

Qin Feng couldn't help but shudder at the thought of his skill backlash, burning like a burning man on the battlefield, and becoming a humanoid torch that illuminated the battlefield.

In the past, as the captain of the death battalion, Qin Feng basically faced martial artists between the fifth and seventh levels, and the opponents above this level were not enough for him to exert his full strength, on the contrary, he combined with the strength of the soldiers, he only needed to take out half of his strength, which was enough to control the form steadily, and if a higher-level martial artist appeared, he would naturally have a higher-skilled general to make a move, just like Lin Yifu.

Qin Feng's performance on the battlefield gave the Western Qin people a wrong evaluation, and in the past two years, there have not been many battles, which has also made the Western Qin people lose the opportunity to further judge Qin Feng's strength.

There was a slight tingling sensation on the skin, it was the opponent who was attacking, and by this stimulation, the internal breath in Qin Feng's body immediately reacted, and the iron knife in his hand was dark and inconspicuous, and a pool of autumn water swam back and forth on the iron knife, and the sound of the iron knife became louder and louder.

Qin Feng raised his head and looked at Bian Zheng ten steps away in front of him, just like the Silver Moon Mountains he saw, Bian Zheng on the opposite side also seemed to be very vague and unreal, the tingling sensation on his skin became stronger and stronger, Qin Feng raised his legs and took a step forward.

With such a step, he simply walked out, everything in front of him returned to a normal scene, the iron knife was raised, Qin Feng looked at Bian Zheng sarcastically: "Is this the technique?" Are you really going to be the ninth? ”

Bian Zheng looked at Qin Feng who was standing opposite him easily in shock, just now he was using the secret technique of the clan, making the opponent lose the accurate judgment of the opponent's position in an instant, cutting off its echo with the vitality of heaven and earth, with his seventh-level strength, it should make the opponent who is not at the fifth level unable to deal with it at all, at most, he can only hold on to the defects, hold his mind steady, and passively meet the fatal blow that comes one after another, but Qin Feng walked out of his attack range so easily, and the timing of stepping out was the most fatal moment, At the moment when he was about to make a move, he didn't make a move.

The heart was shocked, and the full force of the accumulation was affected, and the iron knife on the opposite side was already slashed head-on.

When the head is chopped, there is nothing fancy. Just like Qin Feng faces any enemy on the battlefield, whether you are a general or a small soldier, it is this slash.

Bian Zheng screamed, his right hand Huo Ran raised, and with a bang, the cold light flashed in his sleeve, and a sword appeared in his hand, blocking the knife.

The body suddenly flew backwards, and the power from the knife greatly surprised Bian Zheng, even though his block was a hasty move, and his strength was less than seven or eight percent, but the opponent's strength obviously shocked Bian Zheng, and he was completely unable to stabilize his body to block this blow.

Strength is secondary, the most important thing is that the scorching breath of silk threads from the opponent's knife, like thin lines, is invading his body everywhere, burning everything wherever he passes, and actually burning his internal qi yuan power to nothing.

What kind of exercise is this? Bian Zheng was shocked. Qin Feng in front of him roared angrily and chased after him, and the iron knife slashed, chasing after him several times.

When the loud sound of Dangdang was endless, Bian Zheng kept retreating, his back smashed on the tree, and the big trees broke off from it, and after a dozen blows, the long sword on his right hand could no longer bear the huge force, and the spider pattern on the sword body expanded rapidly, and with a snap, under Bian Zheng's frightened eyes, it turned into flying fragments.

"Die!" Qin Feng flew violently into the sky, his head and feet, and the big knife in his hand slashed head-on again. In Bian Zheng's eyes, at this moment, Qin Feng in the air was like a burning man, his whole body was surging with golden flames, as if he was draped in a layer of dazzling golden armor on his body, the knife had not yet arrived, and the ground was already dusty, and countless gravel, residual leaves, and grass stalks were all stirred up.

A moment of life and death. Bian Zheng let out a low roar, his hands folded, his body curled inward, and when he unfolded again, a visible air shield appeared around his body.

There is no way to avoid it, you can only take it hard, at this moment, Bian Zheng's intestines are repentant, the strength of the opponent far exceeds that of the military, and the evaluation given by the family, he is not a fifth-level martial artist who can be crushed casually, his skills are far higher than his usual performance.

With a crisp snap, Qin Feng bounced up like a leather ball, his body crossed the tall trees, and then rushed up for a distance before falling, as soon as he landed, Qin Feng's body stumbled slightly, and the internal breath in his body churned like boiling water, which was extremely bad!

Qin Feng secretly screamed in his heart, just one blow, he had almost exhausted all his strength, the opponent's strength was really strong, he didn't dare to entangle with the opponent for a long time, after a long time, the domineering internal breath in his body might rebel, and at that time, he was really a fish on the felt board.

He could only fight quickly, but even so, the feeling of burning inside his body at this time made him feel extremely uncomfortable, and he quickly reached into his arms, took out a vial, took out a pill and threw it into his mouth.

A coolness quickly spread throughout his body, and the feeling of burning all over his body gradually faded, Qin Feng breathed a sigh of relief, slowly stood up straight, and looked at his opponent.

Where Bian Zheng was still standing, he looked at Qin Feng with a look of disbelief in his eyes.

Gradually, a trace of blood oozed from his forehead, and the blood stain expanded rapidly, and with a snap, Bian Zheng was split in half and fell to the ground, the blood mist was filled, and the smell was terrible.