Yang Feng's eyes stared at the twenty martial artists who were blocking him, and his eyes surged with murderous intent, and his gaze swept lightly over everyone, and he said coldly: "The person I killed is Xiao Jian, and it has nothing to do with other people, but the one who blocks me will die." ”

Hearing Yang Feng's arrogant and domineering voice, everyone was stunned.

Yang Feng is too crazy.

At the door of the Sword Pavilion, he dared to speak so wildly.

The eyes of the twenty warriors flashed with murderous intent, and none of them retreated.

In their eyes, although Yang Feng is strong, they are more than 20 fourth-grade powerhouses, how can they be frightened by Yang Feng alone.

Yang Feng didn't talk nonsense, but did it directly.

His body turned into a phantom, and in an instant, he rushed in front of the twenty guards.

Those twenty martial artists didn't expect Yang Feng to take the initiative to attack, and they all swung their swords and prepared to kill Yang Feng.

"Click, click......"

With a dull sound, everyone on the lookers looked stupid.

Yang Feng carried Xiao Yuhan on his back, and the broken sword in his hand slid out a series of cold cold light, enveloping the twenty guards.

Although Yang Feng's broken sword looked rusty, Yang Feng was extremely sharp when he used it.

Almost no opinion, it will splash out a blood mist.

Anyone who was slashed by Yang Feng's broken sword was killed on the spot.

Although the twenty warriors surrounded Yang Feng from all directions, Yang Feng's speed was too fast, and their swords had already been cut off by his broken sword before they could touch Yang Feng.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Feng had already stepped into the gate of the Sword Pavilion.

Behind them, the twenty guards who had just been menacing all fell in a pool of blood.

As soon as Yang Feng stepped into the Sword Pavilion, more than fifty more Sword Pavilion martial artists rushed out.

"I don't like bullshit, get out of the way if you don't want to die. Yang Feng said coldly.

"The Sword Emperor has an order, whoever kills Yang Feng can obtain a high-grade exercise. The leader shouted at the warrior behind him.

"Superior Martial Artist!" everyone was taken aback when they heard this reward.

The Sword Emperor really made a bloody effort to kill Yang Feng, and even contributed to the top-grade exercises.

Hearing this reward, the eyes of those warriors were filled with greed.

If you have a high-grade technique, then you will get a pass to the road to the strong.

Money, power is almost at your fingertips.

Driven by greed, those warriors who were still in awe of Yang Feng just now roared angrily and pounced on Yang Feng like hungry wolves.

There are more than fifty martial artists, among which there are fourth-rank martial artists, there are also fifth-grade martial artists, and there are even three sixth-rank peak martial artists.

With such strength, it is difficult for Yang Feng to resist even if he is a seventh-grade powerhouse.

However, a scene that shocked everyone reappeared.

I saw the broken sword in Yang Feng's hand swinging like a fly, and he would die when he touched it, and he would die when he hit it.

In the blink of an eye, thirty more warriors fell in a pool of blood.

The entire Sword Pavilion hall was covered with bright red bloodstains.

The broken knife in Yang Feng's hand was dripping with blood.

At this moment, Yang Feng has become a blood man, of course, this blood is the blood of the Sword Pavilion martial artist.

At the same time, the remaining twenty or so warriors, all of them turned pale, trembling all over, and retreated.

The hall fell silent.

Those onlookers also gasped.

Yang Feng's strength is too terrifying.

More than thirty Sword Pavilion powerhouses turned into ghosts under Yang Feng's sword in a breath.

Yang Feng carried the knife and looked at the more than twenty Sword Pavilion martial artists who were constantly retreating, and said coldly: "What, don't you want my life to exchange for exercises?"

Those warriors looked at the bright red corpses on the ground, and they were already frightened.

Who dares to make a move.

Yang Feng was killing vigorously at the moment, just now these Sword Pavilion martial artists were too weak, and they couldn't let him kill happily at all.

At this time, Yang Feng unexpectedly threw the broken sword in his hand to the ground.

"Okay, now I'll give you another chance, bare-handed, do you dare to fight. ”

Rumble!

The whole hall was suddenly noisy.

Especially those who watched the excitement were all scared silly by Yang Feng.

This guy was so crazy that he took the initiative to throw his weapon on the ground.

The reason why Yang Feng was so powerful just now was that the broken sword in his hand was indispensable.

Seeing that Yang Feng actually threw the sword in his hand, the martial artist who had just been frightened and did not possess his body saw the hope of killing Yang Feng again.

I don't know who, I roared angrily: "Kill!"

The remaining twenty martial artists pounced on Yang Feng like a tide again.

Yang Feng saw the rushing Sword Pavilion martial artist, and a bloodthirsty smile crossed the corner of his mouth.

"That's right!"

In the next moment, Yang Feng moved.

He was like a phantom, this time he had no weapon in his hand, just a pair of pure fists.

"Bang bang bang!"

The fists and shadows were staggered, and from time to time there was the sound of bones being snarled in the hall.

Yang Feng's fists were like bullets, and every punch he struck out would blast a martial artist away.

A few minutes later, the remaining twenty martial artists were also smashed to the ground by Yang Feng's fist, and their lives and deaths were unknown.

Seventy warriors of the Sword Pavilion were already lying inside and outside the courtyard.

There was an uproar at the scene, this is simply a complete abuse, Yang Feng alone, a complete abuse of the entire Sword Pavilion's martial artists.

"Is this guy still human?" Those who watched the excitement looked at Yang Feng, as if they had seen a killing god.

There were only a dozen people standing in the Sword Pavilion now.

These people were already frightened and trembling.

At this time, Yang Feng pulled out the broken sword on the ground and walked towards the backyard with a cold gaze.

Those warriors trembled with their swords in their hands.

Yang Feng suddenly stopped, and his gaze swept coldly towards the dozen or so martial artists.

"Give you a chance, kneel before me or die. ”

As he spoke, Yang Feng strode forward.

Plop, plop......

The remaining dozen or so martial artists actually knelt directly in front of Yang Feng.

Yang Feng glanced at the monitor and sneered: "Xiao Jian, this is your Sword Pavilion, it's too weak." ”

In front of the TV screen in the backyard, Xiao Jian's face was gloomy and almost dripping.

"Master, let's go out and clean up this kid. ”

Song Yu and his six junior disciples stood in front of Xiao Jian and took the initiative to ask for battle.

Xiao Jian nodded: "You guys be careful, use my Seven Star Killing Array to kill him." ”

"Yes. Song Yu listened to the master's words and was ecstatic in his heart.

The Seven Stars Killing Array is the Sword Pavilion's Dharma Protector Sword Technique.

The strength of Song Yu's seven people is all seven-rank primary, and if the seven-star killing array is the peak of the seven-rank rank, it is enough to kill.

At this time, Yang Feng had already come to the front of the large courtyard in the middle hall of the Sword Pavilion.

When he saw the people who had already set up the seven-star killing array, the corners of Yang Feng's mouth raised slightly.

"You also want to stop me?"

Song Yu looked at Yang Feng, and fire erupted in his eyes.

"Yang Feng, today is the place where you died, I want to avenge my brother and the dead disciples of the Sword Pavilion. ”

Yang Feng looked at Song Yu and suddenly smiled: "Just because you want to kill me, it's not worthy!"