No longer retreating, Han Feng unexpectedly rushed directly forward, and the thunder sword in his hand flew in all directions. "Ethereal Fall!"

Although the moves were simple and the power was average, after Han Feng comprehended the sword killing intent, each sword move had a more or less faint hint of murderous aura, making the opponent shudder.

Seeing Han Feng attacking with his sword, he set up his weapons for the first few members of the God Guild to meet him. In a single shot, Han Feng's Thunder Sword abolished the opponent's three weapons and stabbed one person to death, while Han Feng was just hit by a long stick in his left arm, glowing with a little milky white light, which was the effect of the Iron Cloth Shirt Technique.

If you compare the sharpness of the weapon, Han Feng's Thunder Sword is second, and the people in the entire current Southeast Territory dare not say first. The famous weapon of the lone ranger Lu Dafeng was by no means a waste of fame. Many of these members of the God Guild are just some temporarily recruited casual players, but their cultivation is relatively high, but after all, they are scattered people, and they don't have such a strong backing strength, and they can't keep up with their weapon skills, so they can only be regarded as relatively hard-working at most. And Han Feng is hardworking and blessed by heaven!

Han Feng saw that he had a great advantage in weapons, and he was also a master of the arts, and after a few ups and downs, he spread out and stepped into the middle of the crowd, and the long sword in his hand stabbed in a circle, and the Thunder Sword swept through with a little bit of coldness, making everyone retreat one after another, and they didn't dare to step forward again.

"What are you afraid of! He's just a man! 100,000 dollars! The man who spoke was almost 1.9 meters tall, with bulging muscles showing super explosive power, carrying a large knife with a pitch-black body on his shoulder, looking at those scattered people who did not dare to step forward with contempt. I thought that if it wasn't the core of my guild, I wouldn't be able to do it, if it weren't for the stimulation of the 100,000 yuan, it is estimated that these rabbit cubs would have run away a long time ago.

The man is a rare master of the God Guild, and like Shan Tao, he is a black tiger who is loyal to the God Guild, because of an adventure in the game, his cultivation has been practiced to the eighth level of the refining period, which is a rare master.

Thinking of this, the man's face was bloodthirsty and gloomy, staring at Han Feng, who was standing in the crowd with his sword.

If Tang Huo is a martial idiot, then Black Tiger is a martial demon. Tang Huo just likes to learn from the masters, enjoying the excitement of improving and the happiness of meeting friends after passing the competition, while the black tiger sees the masters, he has only one thought, and he will erase them all!

The black tiger is waiting for the opportunity, what he has to do is not to defeat the opponent or be defeated by the opponent in an open manner, he just needs to wipe out the opponent, wait for the opportunity, regardless of the process, only seek the result!

"Kill him! Otherwise, don't blame me for the ruthlessness of the black tiger! ”

The black tiger obviously has a very high status in the God Guild, and when an order was given, everyone could only surround it.

Han Feng stood in the middle, his face was fearless, or he had completely put his life and death out of the way, and the thunder sword in his hand was like a bull-headed horse-faced soul hook, pointing to a life!

In front of money, coupled with the surveillance of the black tiger behind him, the people of the God Guild besieged Han Feng like crazy.

Han Feng's long sword blocked, blocked the long knife attack of a man on the left, flew up with a kick, kicked the player who raised the stick on the right, and with a fierce force of his left leg, he unleashed a leap of treading clouds and waves, dodging the attack of the player behind him, and rose into the air.

Seeing Han Feng soaring into the air, the black tiger knew that the time he had been waiting for had finally come, he let out a loud shout, the tip of the knife dragged the ground, and several strides rushed to the periphery of the crowd, and stepped on the shoulder of the last member of the God Guild with an arrow step, jumped up, and then stepped on the heads of several players in a row, rushed to Han Feng's body, and saw the opportunity, picked up with a knife, and slashed out heavily.

"Break the mountain!"

The pitch-black back of the knife, with a piercing sound of breaking the air, slashed towards Han Feng's waist and abdomen. It seems that Black Tiger's idea is to split Han Feng in half with a single sword.

Han Feng had been paying close attention to the black tiger standing on the periphery from just now, because from the black tiger's body, Han Feng felt danger, extreme danger. Because when the black tiger faced himself, the killing intent he exuded was too strong and too strong!

Han Feng, who had been prepared for a long time, quickly ran the Iron Cloth Shirt Technique to the maximum, his body was covered with a milky white halo, and with a long sword, he took the lead in attacking the black tiger's face door before the black tiger's black knife.

"Drink!"

The black tiger forcibly changed direction in mid-air, forcibly dodged Han Feng's sword, and landed on the side and stood firmly. Han Feng, on the other hand, took the opportunity to scatter the enemies below him before falling to the ground, staring at the black tiger in the distance.

When the black tiger landed, because he didn't see the situation under him, the black knife in his hand actually slashed a member of the God Guild directly from head to toe, and the sharp black knife even cut through the person like cutting tofu.

The blood flowing on the black knife was quickly absorbed by the black knife. The black knife that had absorbed human blood was faintly glowing with black and red.

Bloody: The famous knife of the bloody knife madness, the knife spirit is bloodthirsty, can affect the user's surname, and is domineering and fierce.

After reading the introduction of the black knife in the black tiger's hand, Han Feng clenched the Ben Thunder Sword in his hand.

The other members of the God Guild had already taken a few steps back to make room for the two of them when they saw the black tiger move. At this moment, seeing that the blood demon in the black tiger's hand had actually absorbed the blood, he retreated far away, with a posture that he didn't care about himself, and even threw away the reward of 100,000 yuan.

Because they knew that the black tiger who had coincidentally obtained the inheritance of the Blood Demon Knife Maniac would be a terrifying killing machine once it was affected by the Blood Demon. It seems that the Black Tiger has already seen that it is impossible for everyone to defeat Han Feng, but it is only through the fact that everyone is consuming Han Feng's physical strength, or that the Black Tiger is looking for a suitable opportunity to kill him in one fell swoop.

Han Feng, who had landed, was also wondering why the other members of the God Guild didn't follow closely to surround him, and when he saw the strange changes in the blood in the hands of the black tiger, he suddenly understood.

It seems that they are also afraid of the black tiger!

Looking at seventy or eighty players, but being afraid of an opponent who was only one level higher than himself, it seemed incredible to outsiders, but in Han Feng's opinion, all this was so commonplace.

Fighting Spirit!

Momentum!

From the momentum of the black tiger, Han Feng clearly felt a sense of oppression, but the momentum of the black tiger was still improving, and the fighting intent was increasing.

Can't wait!

Han Feng knew that he must not let the Black Tiger completely burst out of his momentum!

Thinking through everything, Han Feng rushed forward with his sword, "Cuihua Luoying!" ”

Just when Han Feng's Thunder Sword was less than half a meter away from the Black Tiger, the Black Tiger, who was originally standing quietly in place, raised his head suddenly, his eyes burst out with scarlet blood, like a male lion that had gone crazy with hunger, raising his blood and slashing at Han Feng frantically.

"Blood Knife Intent!"

ps: I went out in the morning for a short while, and the third and fourth shifts are estimated to be put in the evening, thank you for your support all the way, thank you! ~