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In the cold, a murder weapon was revealed, which was almost exactly the same as the mourning stick seen before. The only difference is that one is genuine and the other is an imitation.

"Imitations? The two of them are really willing to spend their money! Someone in the crowd muttered quietly.

As he spoke, the imitation had already arrived in front of Yan Sanjun. Although it was only an imitation weapon, its power was very powerful, and if he didn't use the power of the Ninth Uncle, Yan Sanjun wouldn't dare to take it easily.

Previously, the reason why he was able to resist the dark weapon in Liang You's hand was actually because of the strength of the Ninth Uncle, but outsiders couldn't feel the existence of the Ninth Uncle, so they mistakenly thought it was Yan Sanjun's own strength.

"Hmph, I'm not afraid of the dark weapon, will I be afraid of a few imitation weapons?" Although I thought so in my heart, I didn't underestimate the enemy because of it. After all, there were three people on the other side, and looking at their cultivation, they had all reached the ninth level of soul power.

The ninefold soul power, coupled with the three artifact imitations, even if it really faced a master of the Corpse Dog Spirit Realm, it would have the power to fight.

It turned out that there were still a few young masters in these two families, and it seemed that the people sent by Feng Yuelun in the first game were rushing to lose. He expected that he would fight alone, and no one would be Yan Sanjun's opponent, so he simply retreated to the second best place, losing one and protecting two.

It's a pity that the plan is not as fast as the change, and the Yan family only sent Yan Sanjun alone, so Feng Yuelun took advantage of the topic to play and forced Yan Sanjun to fight three with one.

In front of him, the cold light flashed, and the murderous aura was pressing. Yan Sanjun had no fear, he silently used his soul power, poured all the soles of his feet, and suddenly, turned around and crossed, while dodging, he had already come to the side of a person, without saying a word, he raised his hand to slap a thunderous palm, and slapped it towards the door in front of him quickly and accurately.

Ben Lei, known for his speed, is indeed unmatched in the three major families and within the same level. Therefore, Yan Sanjun's full force punched out a palm, and ordinary people had no way to dodge it.

However, at this moment, another person came from the side, and a mourning stick smashed down on the head, directly taking Yan Sanjun's head.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Yan Sanjun had no choice but to give up the attack and turn around to dodge.

At the same time, Feng Changqing, who made the last move, also made a move. His movements were very light, like a nimble bird, and in a few breaths, he had already come to Yan Sanjun.

"Third brother, be careful." Feng Changqing threw a punch and shouted loudly.

Yan Sanjun had already noticed him, and he had already taken precautions in his heart, and when he saw that he finally made a move, he was disappointed in his heart, but he still fought back decisively.

"Bang!"

It was also a punch, and it hit Feng Changqing's fist straight up. The two fists, with the blessing of their respective soul powers, bloomed with a strange brilliance.

Brute force bombarded, the strength of the two was comparable, and they each took a small half step back, and then stopped their figures.

Yan Sanjun nodded secretly, shook his head again, and was about to say something, only to feel the wind whistling behind him, and two imitation mourning sticks swept over.

He didn't have time to think about it, jumped lightly, dodged the attack in front of him, and then landed on his feet, and retreated more than ten meters away with his strength, before he said: "Chang Qing, I didn't expect you to have grown to this point, but if you want to catch up with me, only this little ability is not enough!" ”

"Third brother, I ......"

"Hmph, Yan Sanjun, don't make a big statement here, don't hide if you have a kind, two of you, I think he is delaying time, don't show mercy to his subordinates, and fight quickly." One of them interrupted the conversation between the two and said rudely.

With that, he took the lead and waved the imitation weapon, approaching Yan Sanjun's body.

Yan Sanjun frowned unhappily, and suddenly he dodged, not retreating, but advancing, like thunder and lightning, he came to the man first, and then in front of everyone, he raised his hand and slapped him, and slapped him in the face. A tremendous force struck, carrying it with it, knocking the man's body to the ground.

"Don't you see that I'm talking to someone?" Yan Sanjun squeezed his palm and said casually.

Insult, this slap is simply a naked insult.

The man fell to the ground, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth, and struggled to get back to his feet with a mourning stick in one hand. However, Yan Sanjun did not mercifully give him this opportunity.

With a kick in the air, the soul power was released, and the man was kicked to the ground again. I saw that the man's legs twitched a few times, and then he didn't react anymore, and he passed out directly.

"Lie down for me, you're no longer qualified to fight me." Yan Sanjun announced domineeringly, as if he was reading out a person's fate.

After that, he didn't wait for the others to react, and chose to take the initiative.

"Thunder, wind!" The same move appeared in front of everyone for the second time, and everyone only felt that there was a flower in front of them, and a figure passed by, and then, they saw a person fall to the ground in embarrassment, unconscious.

"Ahh This, is this still human? ”

"He only used the same trick, and put two people in succession, no, three."

"Do you still need to fight? I'm afraid that in the same realm, no one can cure him! ”

"I hope the rest of the one can last a little longer......"

People were talking in a whisper, whether it was in their words or in their expressions, they were not very optimistic about Feng Changqing.

"Hehe, third brother, you are still so violent. It seems that you're really back to normal, uh, no, you should be stronger. Feng Changqing stayed where he was, and was sincerely happy for Yan Sanjun.

Yan Sanjun smiled at him and said, "Now, no one is coming to disturb us, we can have a good discussion." Come on, Changqing, let me see your true power. ”

As soon as this remark came out, it immediately attracted a burst of sighs, and he dared to knock down the two, just to have a one-on-one discussion with his brother.

In the crowd, Liang You's face became more and more ugly, he glanced at Feng Yuelun on the side, and couldn't help but ask in disappointment: "This is what you said is ninety percent sure?" ”

Feng Yuelun's face is not good-looking, this idea was all from him, and now, it is self-defeating, making him lose face. Fortunately, he was still calm, and said unhurriedly: "With Chang Qing, at least seventy percent of the certainty." Brother Liang, don't mess with yourself, don't forget, the initiative is still on our side. ”

"Seventy percent? Brother Feng, forgive me for taking the liberty of being presumptuous, where do you get your confidence? Liang You no longer blindly listened to his words, and still questioned it.

Feng Yuelun glanced at him dissatisfied, and said lightly: "My son, I know. After saying that, he said no more, and turned to look at the remaining two people in the field.

"Third brother, then this time, I have to use all my strength." Feng Changqing clenched his fists and said.

"Oh, just come on!" Yan Sanjun said indifferently.