"Listen up, old man."

Leng Feng cleared his throat and said.

"First: I have such a big title of "master of the world" on my head, you are not a little surprised to see me, and you don't even ask a word, which is obviously deliberately disguised! ”

The third master's face was stagnant, what Leng Feng said was indeed a big flaw, and he kept reminding himself that he was an ordinary passerby, naturally, this became the biggest joke!

Now is the time! The cold wind seems to be calm, but the Tai Chi Heart Sutra has not stopped since it started running, and it has been running at a high speed!

Yuyu shuttle! The cold wind used the extreme speed of the world, holding the red fire sword in his right hand, and frantically using Tai Chi fist in his left hand to blast towards the old man's chest.

"You。。。 Attack the heart. ”

The third master was still immersed in his idiot's mistakes, and Leng Feng suddenly made a move, almost instinctively raised the bronze scythe, blocking the first sword. His chest was pierced by a cold wind punch, and the strong fist wind was violently tearing his wounds, which was the most fatal injury.

Looking at the old man's surprised and depressed eyes, Leng Feng withdrew his arm and said in the third master's ear: The biggest joke is that your sickle is still engraved with the word evil god, hehe.

The third master glanced at the bronze sickle in despair, for the first time in his life, he felt that the word evil god was so dazzling, he spat out the last mouthful of blood in his mouth, and fell to the ground and died.

"Boy! You dare to kill the third master! Don't try to get out of here alive today, I'm going to break you to pieces! ”

The man who spoke just now had a frightened face, and then said through gritted teeth.

"If you weren't from the Evil God Clan, I might have spared your lives today, but don't even think about leaving now!"

Leng Feng's face was gloomy, the people of the Evil God Clan killed his mother, and the revenge of killing his mother was not shared!

"Joke! Brothers, give it to me! ”

Eight sixth-level masters took the lead in surrounding them, and the sword light and sword shadow almost submerged the area where the cold wind was.

The cold wind used Yu Yu to shuttle through the world with extreme speed, holding the red fire sword in his right hand to seal the throat of the nearest sixth-level master, and his left hand formed the head cannon in Taijiquan to beat another master to vomit blood.

"Six seals and four closures!"

The cold wind burst out, and the pale yellow light film shrouded him tightly, and the six sixth-level masters attacked with all their strength, but they only deformed it, and they could not break through.

"Ahh The master who was beaten by the cold wind and vomited blood just now was pierced through the chest by a sword, and hung up with a scream.

The remaining six people were completely stunned, and eight people besieged one and even killed two, which was a great shame!

Leng Feng simply put away the Red Fire Sword, and cast Tai Chi with both hands in the crowd, colliding with the six masters one after another, frantically harvesting the lives of those below the sixth level, a large amount of experience poured over like a waterfall, and the cold wind that was about to upgrade rose to the eighth level in one go!

"Disperse!"

Feeling that the cold wind was getting stronger, the sixth-level master burst out and besieged the cold wind again.

The level was raised to level eight, and I felt the frenzied energy in my body, the cold wind frantically operated the Tai Chi Heart Sutra, the bones were roaring, and the blood was monstrous.

The eighteen styles of Taijiquan essence were frantically beaten out by the cold wind, and the moves were linked, containing the perception of countless sages on heaven and earth, and the power was endless!

The six masters were beaten by the cold wind and vomited blood, they were all shocked, although the cold wind was stronger than them, but that was only for individuals, so many of them joined forces, according to common sense, the cold wind should be cut into pieces in an instant, and it was completely impossible to imagine how the cold wind could be so strong.

"Retreat!"

The six masters glanced at each other, and they could all feel the disbelief of their companions, and the general trend had gone, and they hurriedly ordered a retreat.

"Don't you think it's too late to get up and run away now? As I said, none of you can leave! ”

Leng Feng sneered, the Red Fire Sword was held in his hand again, and with a sword, he broke the chest of a sixth-level master, and slashed another master in half without stopping, harvesting life quickly, like killing a chicken.

"Huh? Run, he, he's not human! ”

The remaining four sixth-level masters completely collapsed in their hearts, the weapons in their hands were all born, and they fled in a panic, and the rest of them stumbled and crawled away, their expressions were full of disbelief and incomparable fear, and they no longer had the vigor just now.

Under the feet of the cold wind, he stepped on the rare divine boots, blessed Yuyu to shuttle the world at great speed, shrinking into inches, the red fire sword and sword flowers continued, and the sword and sword were killed, just like hooking the soul, everywhere he went, there was no piece of armor left!

The only four remaining sixth-level masters were also mercilessly harvested by Leng Feng, who in their eyes was the embodiment of the devil at the moment, with endless power and a vicious heart.

As everyone knows, if the cold wind falls into their hands today, I'm afraid that even death will be a luxury.

"Ahh

With a scream, the last of the Evil God Clan was also slashed by the cold wind.

"Hahaha, poof!"

Leng Feng laughed weakly a few times, lowered his head and coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale.

Although he has the protection of six seals and four closures and rare armor, Leng Feng is alone after all, and he has resisted the combined attacks of many sixth-level masters many times, shaking him out of internal injuries.

There are wounds on the calves, outer thighs, back, arms, etc., and the whole body is dripping with blood, not that there are pieces of minced meat falling down, and it has long been impossible to tell whether it is the enemy's or Leng Feng's own!

I didn't dare to be distracted by killing the enemy just now, but now as soon as I relaxed, an endless sense of exhaustion rushed to my brain crazily, and the cold wind stumbled forward a few steps, and my feet slipped and fell down the cliff.

"He's something, Lao Tzu is estimated to be the first world No. 1 to fall to his death" Leng Feng lost consciousness.

Under the cliffs, birds and flowers are fragrant, and quiet paths are crisscrossed with each other, and an inconspicuous mountain village is located in it.

Yinle Village, a secluded small mountain village, is composed of systematic characters of the chicken game, but the difference is that the people inside do not have any specific jobs, are self-sufficient in food and clothing, and are isolated from the world. It doesn't seem to have any meaning in the game, but it just exists.

An old man stood at the entrance of the village and moved his body slowly, his moves were coherent but not long, and he was extremely charming, and there were several old people playing chess in the village behind him, women were busy washing clothes, and several naughty children were chasing each other, all peaceful.

"Grandpa the village chief, grandpa the village chief"

A slender girl, with a delicate face and bangs, with a braided hair on her chest, resting on her shoulders and a bloodstained man's arm, stumbled towards the village.

"Xiaoyu, who is this?"

The old man's footsteps moved, seemingly slow but shrunk into inches, and in a blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Xia Yu and helped support the injured man.