Prince Jianyun heard the movement here, raised his eyes and swept over. An existence like him, hugging from front to back, is also extremely powerful. Even in such a dangerous place where there are many masters, he still maintains a detachment.

There are really not many people who dare to provoke him.

With the strength of Prince Jianyun, I am afraid that even an ordinary sword saint can fight against a few moves.

"Oh, it turned out to be this reptile!" Prince Jianyun showed a schadenfre到这里 evil smile on his face after he found out that Chu Feng had a conflict with the disciples of the Rakshasa Sect.

can borrow the hands of the disciples of the Rakshasa Sect and slaughter Chu Feng without much effort.

He's happy to see it happen.

"Kneel down and admit your mistake!" a Rakshasa disciple, with a fierce face, shouted at Chu Feng.

"It's not okay to kneel, you have to get past me!" Another Rakshasa disciple also had a playful attitude of playing monkey.

The most powerful Rakshasa Sect master didn't speak. The man was about forty years old, and the horizontal flesh on his face condensed one by one, forming potholes.

There is also a sinister aura between the eyebrows and eyes, and the eyes are cold and sharp.

At first glance, he is a ruthless character who kills people without blinking.

Chu Feng found that the Rakshasa Gate was simply a concentration camp for the wicked. Basically, every Rakshasa disciple is a peerless murderer, fierce and ferocious, and murderous like hemp.

"Get out of the way!"

Chu Feng's hand pressed the hilt of the Chiyan Sword. The tone is indifferent and the face is expressionless.

Senior Sister Ye and the others behind them had seen Chu Feng's terrifying combat power, and they all looked at several Rakshasa disciples who wanted to humiliate Chu Feng with the kind of eyes that looked like dead people.

"Hey, this tone is even more horizontal than ours, do you really think that if you have a true disciple of your Ten Thousand Swords Sect next to you, you can be arrogant?"

"Don't talk to him, just kill him. ”

The faces of the two Rakshasa disciples turned grim, their eyes shot fiercely, and their swords were unsheathed.

He was about to behead Chu Feng on the spot.

"Stop!"

The middle-aged man behind him stopped the two of them, his gaze fixed on the sword in Chu Feng's hand.

"Where did you get this Chiyan Sword?" Obviously, the middle-aged man recognized the sword in Chu Feng's hand as a fellow person.

"Pick it up!"

Chu Feng's tone was still as cold and hard as if he had eaten a gun.

In the face of the fierce and vicious Rakshasa Gate masters, they are also fearless.

"Where did you pick it up?" the middle-aged man asked again. Looking at Chu Feng's eyes, there was also a hint of jealousy and solemnity.

The owner of the Chiyan Sword is Scarface, although his cultivation is one realm lower than this middle-aged man, but his combat power is so strong that even this middle-aged man has no certainty of victory.

But now, the scar-faced Chiyan Sword actually appeared in Chu Feng's hands.

The sword is in the people, and the sword is lost.

This has always been the survival grid of sword cultivation.

The middle-aged man was sure that Scarface was dead. Otherwise, it would be impossible for the sword of life to fall into Chu Feng's hands.

Judging from Chu Feng's cold attitude, it is likely that Chu Feng killed Scarface.

has absolute strength, and when facing himself and others, he will be so calm. One could even say indifference.

"You don't care where you pick it up. Nothing else, please let me!"

Chu Feng still pressed the hilt of the Chiyan sword with his hand, his eyes were cold.

Over there, Prince Jianyun and Zang Jianfeng were pestering Han Xiaoying. Chu Feng was already in a bad mood, if these three people were not interested, he didn't mind adding a few more lives.

"Kill my Rakshasa disciple, don't die!Even if you flee to the ends of the earth, you won't escape death!" The middle-aged man let go of his body and let out a cruel word at the same time.

I don't know if it's a warning to Chu Feng.

For this kind of threat that is neither salty nor light, Chu Feng scoffed and didn't bother to pay attention to it at all.

The middle-aged man has eyes and brains, and knows that Chu Feng is not simple. Those two young Rakshasa masters didn't have the ability to judge.

"Senior Brother Luo doesn't care about you, but I am not so generous!"

Sonorous!

The two of them drew their swords at the same time, and they were about to kill Chu Feng immediately.

"Stop!"

The middle-aged man and Han Xiaoying drank coldly at the same time. The middle-aged man didn't want to lose two of his subordinates like this, and if he really made a move, he definitely couldn't sit idly by.

When the time comes, he himself may be involved.

There is a great chance of being killed.

After Han Xiaoying found out that it was Chu Feng, a happy smile immediately bloomed on her face. After all this time, she was no longer angry.

Well, that's it, women.

Anger is fast, and gas is deflated quickly.

When she saw the two Rakshasa disciples draw their swords to kill Chu Feng, she was terrified. Without thinking about it, he stepped on it in one step, and directly swept to Chu Feng's side. Protect Chu Feng behind him.

"If you dare to touch him, then don't blame me for being unkind!" Han Xiaoying's strength is not weak, and now she has the mid-stage cultivation of the Great Sword Master.

She has cultivated the Seven Kills Sword Technique, and in terms of combat power, she is by no means weaker than the Rakshasa Gate.

"Little Niangpi, who are you, and deserve your protection of him like this?"

"Could it be that you're a wild man? If you're short of men, I can ...... Ahh

The two disciples of the Rakshasa Sect had long coveted Han Xiaoying.

Now seeing that she took the initiative to fly over and stand up for Chu Feng, the two immediately laughed evilly, and the foul language was unbearable.

As a result, they provoked the Grim Reaper.

Han Xiaoying quickly drew her sword and slashed down at one of them. A human head fell to the ground on the spot.

The neck of this Rakshasa disciple was like a fountain of blood, and it was still hot.

took his companion next to him and drenched his head and face.

However, this surviving guy didn't bother to wipe it, and fled behind the middle-aged man with a frightened face.

These are the wicked men who have seen blood and have killed people. On weekdays, when others see them, they are so frightened that their legs are weak and their bodies are trembling. But this time, they were met by the Grim Reaper.

A stunning female Grim Reaper who is even more ruthless than them.

After Han Xiaoying practiced the Seven Kills Sword Technique, the temperament of the whole person became even colder, like a sharp sword that kills people, which makes people afraid.

Only when facing Chu Feng and Lu'er will she show gentleness.

"Get out!"

After beheading someone, Han Xiaoying looked extremely cold.

The domineering scolded the two masters of the Rakshasa Gate to get out.

"Let's go!"

The middle-aged man judged the situation and did not dare to be reckless. Whether it was Han Xiaoying's terrifying combat power or Chu Feng's hidden strength, it gave him a feeling of extreme danger.

When it's time to bow your head, you have to bow your head.

Otherwise, I don't even know how to die.

The people around who watched the excitement all looked at Han Xiaoying who was still dripping blood with fear. No one thought that this beautiful girl would be so violent and so ferocious.

"Count this waste lucky. But this is just the beginning, when the time comes to enter the sword mound, there is a chance to kill Chu Feng, this garbage. There was a hint of disappointment in Prince Jianyun's eyes.

Robbed Chu Feng's sword vein, as long as Chu Feng did not die for a day, he would not be able to feel at ease.

(End of chapter)