His strength is much stronger than that of the twenty-one outlaws, and it can even be said that it is much stronger.

In the blink of an eye, he had already come to Yang Xu, the knife was like a swift wind, fierce and abnormal, and swept with a dragon and tiger momentum.

Strong duel, Yang Xu waved twelve knives in the blink of an eye, sword light and sword shadow, bell, bell, bell...

Three sounds of steel with metal clashing, and a muffled scream.

The duel between the strong and the strong, without the slightest bells and whistles, is often won or lost in an instant.

In three seconds, twelve knives were slashed, an average of four knives per second, three of which were blocked by the strong man, and the remaining nine knives were all slashed on the strong man's chest.

The twenty-one outlaws just now couldn't even take Yang Xu's knife, and the strong man in front of him was able to take Yang Xu's three knives, he was very strong, really strong, if the Olympics had a knife fight, he could even take the top three.

But it's a pity that he met a pervert, a pervert who can't get out of his internal strength and is almost invincible in his external exercises.

The big man fell to the ground with a bang, and under the nine knives, there was no more life.

Over there, Wen Song had long since lost the arrogance and calmness he had at the beginning, he was frightened, really frightened.

He couldn't imagine that the young man in front of him, who was only in his twenties, would actually practice foreign kung fu to such an incredible extent, like a miracle.

Wen Song's forehead was sweating, and his palms like eagle hooks and iron claws slapped on the bar next to him, leaving five shallow fingerprints.

At the same time, his sharp gaze had already locked on Ye Feng in front of him, capture the thief first, capture the king first, and take Ye Feng, he can threaten Yang Xu, so he still has a chance to win.

In his opinion, Ye Feng's combat effectiveness is definitely inferior to Yang Xu, and Yang Xu's pervert is Ye Feng's hole card.

Seizing the opportunity, Wen Song's whole person suddenly bounced out like a cannonball, and a big peng spread its wings and arrived in front of Ye Feng in an instant.

Eagle Nine Claws, hard practice of iron sand palm, eagle claw skills for nearly 20 years, finally Xiaocheng, can be called a master.

used to be the captain of the security brigade in the Wen family, and because of a special kidnapping case, he killed eight bandits and saved the young master of the Wen family, making great contributions.

Later, he was given the name of Wen Song by the head of the Wen family, worshiped into the Wen family, and became the personal guard of the little master of the Wen family, and the little master of the Wen family was the son.

Therefore, this Wen Song's strength is still very strong, at least in the secular city, he can be regarded as a master.

However, the masters are also divided into three, six, nine and so on, Wen Song is medium, and Ye Feng is a pervert, a pervert who is more perverted than Yang Xu.

The eagle's claws were like hooks, coming straight to Ye Feng's throat, not only fast, but also ruthless, Wen Song thought that he would choke Ye Feng's throat and capture him in less than a second.

However, the next moment, Wen Song's pupils shrank, and his complexion changed greatly.

He didn't see how Ye Feng made a move at all, and he felt that his eagle claws were clamped.

Click... Click... Click....

In an instant, there were ten crisp sounds, and it was the sound of broken joints.

The eagle hook like iron directly turned into chicken claws, which were twisted.

Wen Song's screams resounded throughout the hall, and Ye Feng kicked him out.

The wine cabinet next to the bar was smashed down by Wen Song, and all kinds of drinks on it crackled down, making Wen Song embarrassed.

Wen Song was still wailing, it was really surprising that a master like him was not as endurable as his subordinates.

However, this seems to be reasonable, Wen Song has been by Childe's side all these years, and he has never suffered a loss, and it seems that he has not felt pain for many years.

That's why this pain is now making him so abnormal, which is not only a physical pain, but also a psychological blow.

At this moment, all of Wen Song's pride just now was trampled on the ground, and he couldn't accept this fact at all, why, why did the Eagle Claw Skill, which he had practiced hard for decades, look so vulnerable in front of the other party.

He couldn't figure it out, and he didn't dare to continue thinking about it, all of this was too terrifying.

Ye Feng walked towards Wen Song's side, and at this time, he seemed to be a nightmare in Wen Song's eyes, which shrouded his entire heart in a thick layer of haze.

The phone rang, it was Wen Song's, it was buzzing in his pocket.

Wen Song's hands were completely useless, and he couldn't take out the phone.

Ye Feng bent down and felt his hand into his pocket.

The caller ID is the young master, there is no doubt that this is the son.

Ye Feng pressed the answer button of the phone and put it to his ear.

Childe's voice is still very magnetic, but more feminine and eerie.

"Wen Song, you wasted me for hours, is the matter done?"

"That Ye Feng, was you killed, or was you turned into a dog."

"I'm more inclined to the second outcome, where I'm going to hear him bark now."

Ye Feng smiled faintly and said, "Childe, I'm really sorry to disappoint you, this old dog of yours is too weak to even bite people, next time, can you find someone who is a little more powerful?" ”

There was a sudden silence on the other end of the phone for several seconds, and it seemed that Childe was also a little startled.

After a few seconds, the voice of the boy over there became even more gloomy: "Ye Feng, are you actually okay?" ”

"Of course I'm fine, but you old dog, you may not survive today."

There was a hint of anger in the voice of the boy on the other end of the phone: "Ye Feng, you'd better not touch him, otherwise, you will die a miserable death." ”

"Threaten me? No... Your threat sounds ridiculous to me, don't you like to hear dogs bark, come, I'll let you hear the dog's cry in despair, what it is. ”

After speaking, Ye Feng gave Yang Xu a look, and he took the boning knife and walked towards Wen Song.

This time, Yang Xu swung the knife very slowly, he swung a total of nineteen knives, and every time he went down, he could hear Wen Song's desperate scream, which made people's scalp tingle.

Nineteen stabs later, Wen Song completely lost his breath, and there was a very harsh sound on the other end of the phone, somewhat like the sound of sharp nails carved on a blackboard.

"Very well, you have managed to provoke me."

"Little brat, don't play tricks in front of me." Ye Feng's voice also became low: "Since you like to play like this, then I will play with you, I have written down this gift you gave me today, and next time, I will also give you a meeting gift that will definitely satisfy you." ”

"Since you like to play with violence so much, I'll do what you want, that's my forte."

The boy on the other end of the phone giggled, and laughed with a sickly feeling: "Yes Ye Feng, but you may be mistaken, I am a very gentle person, since I was a child, I have never even killed a chicken, do you believe it?" ”

"Really?"

"Yes, I don't lie to you, but my dog eats people."