The scabbard was simple and dark, revealing a metallic luster, and a cold and ferocious momentum rolled out from the young man's body.

Ye Feng stopped, his eyes were full of surprise and solemnity, normally speaking, his current strength was enough to crush a fourth-level martial artist. But the young man in front of him gave him a sense of danger.

The young man's expression was grim, like an ice cube, and his narrow eyes were filled with a fierce light, like a wounded lone wolf.

"Dude, I have no ill will towards you!" Ye Feng shrugged and spoke.

"Get out of the way!" The young man's voice was as cold as ice.

"Okay!"

Ye Feng pursed his lips and took two steps to the side slightly, he didn't want to fight with the young man inexplicably.

The young man held the handle of the knife tightly in his right hand, his eyes were sharp, and he slowly walked past Ye Feng.

Looking at the young man who was slowly leaving, Ye Feng thought for a while and asked, "Dude, what's your name?" ”

It's a pity that the young man didn't seem to hear Ye Feng's inquiry, his steps were constant, holding the handle of the knife, and he walked forward quickly.

"What a tsundere!"

The corners of Ye Feng's mouth flashed with helplessness, looking at the young man who was gradually moving away, he suddenly laughed, "This world is actually quite interesting, it allows me to meet many characters in film and television dramas." ”

With his arms stretched out, Ye Feng's eyes were once again covered with white light, his fangs exposed, and he once again tracked Long Xiaoyun's breath.

……

Away from Ye Feng for more than a mile, the young man let go of his right hand that was gripping the handle of the knife, and a solemnity appeared on his cold face.

Although Ye Feng did not show any malicious intent, the invisible coercion and momentum made the young man extremely nervous.

With a complicated look in his long and narrow eyes, the young man took a deep breath, "My strength is not enough, I still need to strengthen my experience!" ”

Looking down at the unscabbarded sword, the young man's cold eyes showed a touch of tenderness.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, the young man's eyes narrowed, and his right hand was like lightning, and it instantly fell on the scabbard, "Get out!" ”

"Boom!"

As the young man's voice fell, figures emerged from the ground.

Thirteen figures were lined up, each with a cold expression, staring at the young man with a fierce expression.

"Hand over the magic knife!"

The middle-aged man at the head was wearing a brown suit and staring at the young man with a solemn gaze.

"Whoa!"

The middle-aged man's pupils contracted suddenly, he didn't expect the young man to be so decisive, without saying a word, he directly drew the knife.

The sword is shining, like a spring breeze, and like lightning.

The middle-aged man only felt a flash of white light in front of him.

"Poof!"

Blood sprayed!

"How is that possible?" A look of disbelief appeared on the middle-aged man's face, and he looked down at the chest with blood gushing, "Why, why is this happening?" ”

"Deputy Hall Master!"

"Kill him!"

"Avenge the deputy hall master!"

The expressions of everyone present changed drastically, he didn't expect the young man to come out with the knife so quickly, so fast that they didn't have time to react. More importantly, the middle-aged man who was killed by the young man with a knife, but the strongest existence among them was a third-level martial artist.

The sword is in its sheath as if it had never been unsheathed.

Seeing the remaining twelve masters attacking and killing, the young man's face was as usual, and his right foot took a step back slightly.

"Whoa!"

It was as if death had danced its scythe, and the brilliant cold light reappeared.

"Poof!"

Blood surged, and a head soared into the air.

At the same time, Ye Feng's figure also appeared in the distance.

Smelling the smell of blood in the air, Ye Feng couldn't help but stick out his tongue and lick his lips, which were a little dry.

"This speed is too fast!"

The young man barely showed his skills, and each time he struck only one blow, that is, he drew his sword.

However, the young man's speed of drawing the knife was too fast, so fast that Ye Feng could only capture the blurred knife shadow.

"His speed is thirty-nine, does this mean the speed at which he draws his sword, not the speed at which he moves? With the blessing of his internal force, the speed of this sword drawing is already close to fifty! ”

"If I were in a normal state, I wouldn't seem to be able to stop his sword drawing technique!"

The young man's knife is drawn too fast, as fast as lightning, and every time he draws the knife, it will take your life.

Unfortunately, youth also have a fatal weakness.

That is, every time he draws his sword, the sword has to be unsheathed.

Those martial artists were the weakest and fifth-level, and they quickly sensed the weakness of the youth.

"Whoa!"

"It's now!"

"Kill him!"

As the young man once again performed the sword drawing technique, the other warriors showed their absolute expressions one by one and shot in unison.

"Boom!"

The palm prints were like mountains, carrying rolling energy, and blasted towards the back of the young man's head.

The white horse galloped, as if it were substance, and its front hooves were raised, and it stepped fiercely towards the young man's chest.

All of a sudden, the remaining six martial artists all displayed their strongest martial arts.

The sword was shining, cutting off the phantom of the white horse that came from the attack, and slashing the opponent's neck with one sword.

"Poof!!"

"Boom!"

In the blink of an eye, all the other attacks fell on the young man.

Blood sprayed, and the young man strode back, his face as pale as paper, his right hand trembled, and the sword was already in its sheath.

"Huh!"

The remaining five people froze, looking at the sword that had been sheathed, and their faces were full of fear.

"Fu Hongxue, hand over the magic knife, otherwise, even if you kill us, you won't survive!"

"A mere fourth-level martial artist, if you dare to touch the magic sword, you really don't know whether you are alive or dead!"

"Fu Hongxue, as long as you hand over the magic sword, Wanma Hall can give you the position of deputy hall master!"

Greeted with a pair of greedy and fearful eyes, Fu Hongxue's expression was still the same, and a hint of sarcasm flashed in those eyes.

Looking at Fu Hongxue's indifferent gaze, the remaining five people were furious, and one of them quickly ran to the corpse of the middle-aged man who was killed first, and took out a talisman from his pocket.

Pinching the rune, the fear in the young man's heart dissipated a little, stared at Fu Hongxue who was holding the hilt of the knife, and said in a cruel voice, "Fu Hongxue, you are indeed very strong. But you're still going to die! ”

"Surround him, I activate the runes!"

"Good!"

Fu Hongxue's face showed a solemn look, staring at the young man with a cruel smile on his face, pouring his internal strength into the rune, and holding the handle of the knife with his right hand a little harder.

"Smack!"

Just as Fu Hongxue was about to draw his sword, the young man who was activating the rune stiffened, and a big hand suddenly landed on his neck.

"Click!"

Before the young man could speak, a strong force suddenly poured out, directly breaking his neck.

"Y-Who are you?"

"We are members of the Ten Thousand Horse Hall, are you going to fight against the Ten Thousand Horse Hall?"

Under the horrified gaze of the other four, Ye Feng unslowly took the rune in the other party's hand, and immediately threw his body aside, grinning, "You go on!" ”

With that, Ye Feng stuffed the rune into his pocket, turned his head and left.

The remaining four looked at each other, what kind of thing was this?

"Run!"

"Fu Hongxue, next time, you will definitely die!"

Losing the talisman shock, the remaining four people dared to stay, and they turned around and ran away one by one.