Bursts of exclamations came and went, sounding one after another, Ning Xiaoxi, Luo Lan, and Li Xiaolu listened to these exclamations in their ears, and they all looked at each other, looking at the bloody figure like a god of war standing in the field.

They were blown away again.

"No, what can you do with me!" Liang Yansen showed two rows of snow-white teeth, which looked particularly gloomy on the bloody head.

"If you don't give it, the price is very serious. As he spoke, Qin Feng stretched out his hand, grabbed Liang Yansen's neck, and lifted him in the air, "Are you sure you won't give it?"

Liang Yansen's legs swayed helplessly in the air.

But he was completely speechless.

His neck was choked by Qin Feng.

No sound at all.

At the beginning of Qin Feng's fight, he didn't want to give him a chance to speak.

"Stop!" Just as everyone was holding their breath and watching quietly, suddenly, an angry roar came from a distance, and a figure jumped from a distance and fell from the sky.

This jump is a distance of 100 meters.

There was a loud bang.

A huge figure landed in front of Qin Feng.

The ground shook, the dust filled the sky, the smoke billowed out, and the scene was shocking!

The smoke cleared, and a strong body appeared in front of everyone.

"Huang Junpeng! It's him!" Seeing the faces of the visitors clearly, everyone outside the venue suddenly became lively.

Huang Junpeng ranked tenth on the Yang List.

He is a martial artist-level powerhouse of the Four Heavens of the Star Wheel Realm.

Seeing the sudden Huang Junpeng, Qin Feng's face turned cold.

Huang Junpeng is like his person, standing there, the huge muscles of his back stretched, as if Dapeng spread his wings, at this time, he only wore a half-amputated sleeve, revealing huge muscles.

"This guy ...... Can Qin Feng fight again?" Li Xiaolu said with a frown.

Huang Junpeng is one of the five tiger generals of the Thunder, with the strength of a fourth-order martial artist, if he simply competes according to his strength, this Huang Junpeng is fully capable of ranking in the top six of the yang list. However, because of the problem of the internal points distribution of the Thunder team, his ranking has been in the tenth place of the yang list.

As a member of the Thunder League, it is self-evident what he wants to do when he comes here at this moment.

"These two people were defeated at your hands?" Huang Junpeng said with a frown.

"The strength is too poor, and it's normal to lose to me. Qin Feng said lightly, casually throwing Liang Yansen aside.

Poof!

Liang Yansen fell to the ground, covered in blood and dying.

"I'm here, naturally I won't allow you to be arrogant! Fight!" Huang Junpeng said coldly.

At this moment, Huang Junpeng's momentum rose sharply, and the battle was thick.

His voice reverberated through the air, clearly in everyone's ears.

At this time, there were as many as three or four hundred onlookers in the jungle, bright or dark. In the Yin Yang Sect, the outer disciples of the Yin Sect and the Yang Sect add up to about three thousand people.

Here, about one-tenth of the members of the outer sect gathered to watch the battle.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Qin Feng's body.

They wanted to know Qin Feng's attitude.

So many battles were fought in a row.

Does he have the strength to fight again?

In the eyes of everyone, even if Qin Feng chose to surrender at this time, he would still be defeated and honored.

Everyone's hearts are deeply imprinted with the figure of the furious god in the wind.

Since this morning, Qin Feng has encountered ten ambushes one after another, defeating ten members of the Thunder team in a row.

Such a record is dazzling enough.

Right now, Qin Feng directly beat Li Chaocong and Liang Yansen to serious injuries, and now it seems that the contradiction between Qin Feng and the Thunder team will become deeper and deeper, and it will become more and more difficult to resolve.

Even, it is possible that there is an immortal existence.

Facing Huang Junpeng's battle contract.

Is Qin Feng fighting? or surrendering?

Or is it running away?

"Thunder is really shameless! Wheel battle, and don't give people time to rest, now send a fourth-order martial artist to deal with an eighth-order martial artist, disgusting!" In the crowd, a person shouted loudly.

"Who! come out for me!" Huang Junpeng shouted viciously.

Everyone shrank back, and no one dared to admit it.

"Now Qin Feng is in danger. Luo Lan sighed deeply.

Ning Xiaoxi, on the other hand, had a cold face and squinted at Huang Junpeng in the field.

Li Xiaolu stuck out his tongue and glanced at Luo Lan, only to find that Luo Lan also had a worried look on his face.

The two of them know Ning Xiaoxi very well, and Ning Xiaoxi at this time is on the verge of breaking out, which is very dangerous.

Looking around, Huang Junpeng said coldly: "Whoever is gossiping again, be careful that I pull out your tongue!"

After speaking, he looked at Qin Feng again: "What, don't you dare to fight?"

Qin Feng was silent.

In just a moment, the true element in his body had only recovered by two percent.

There is not much physical strength left.

Now we should fight, and there will be more evil and less auspicious.

But is he Qin Feng the kind of person who retreats from battle?

No!

Qin Feng took a deep breath and said expressionlessly:

"Fight!"

A simple word, indicating the attitude.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the venue froze, and the people were out of breath.

"Hiss......"

Hearing Qin Feng's answer, the onlookers all gasped, and their hearts were shocked.

Qin Feng still has to fight?

Does he have the strength to fight again?

It's horrible!

What an exaggeration!

Right now, the fourth-order martial artist Huang Junpeng is the most powerful martial artist in the field.

No matter how strong Qin Feng is, it is impossible for him to fight Huang Junpeng again after defeating the two martial artists.

"I heard that you have always carried a sword on your back, but you have never used it, and today you won the two of them, presumably you have also reached the end of the crossbow, and you still don't draw your sword?" Huang Junpeng did not rush to make a move, but said indifferently.

His gaze was firmly fixed on the black hilt of the sword behind Qin Feng's back.

With Huang Junpeng's words, everyone's eyes were also locked on Qin Feng's body.

They are also curious.

Why have you never heard of Qin Feng drawing his sword.

If he wasn't a sword cultivator, what did he usually do with a sword on his back?

"Yes, I heard that this guy has always carried a sword on his back, but he has never used it!" Li Xiaolu also said in surprise.

"Could it be that he still has a trick that he hasn't come up with?" Luo Lan said softly.

Everyone was waiting for Qin Feng's answer, wondering why this was, carrying a sword on his back, but never drawing it, which was also too mysterious and weird.

Qin Feng stretched out his hand and touched the hilt of the sword.

"You are not worthy of me to draw my sword. ”

Qin Feng's voice was faint and soft, but it spread to every corner of the clearing.

The crowd was in an uproar.

"You!" Huang Junpeng's face turned red, turning the color of pig liver.

"Xuanyang Palm!"

With both hands in the palms, his body turned into cannonballs, and he slapped directly towards Qin Feng.

"Stacked Waves!"

Not to be outdone, Qin Feng used the only remaining true yuan force in his body, formed a wave of energy, and took over head-on.

Four palms facing each other.

Qin Feng flew out upside down, more than thirty meters long, before the harrier turned over, took a few steps back, and stabilized his figure.