It doesn't matter if you're scolded for being selfish, or it's a murderous pervert.

If these people who enter the underground palace do not die, then they are the ones who die, and they are the people they cherish.

A pair of eyes stared at the blood-stained pool, the inner breath was turbulent, but the heart was calm, "Whoa! Seeing a person floating in the pool, without the slightest hesitation, the blood-red slasher in his hand swept, and in an instant, a blood-red knife struck this person with the intent of killing.

This person didn't wait for a breath of fresh air, he sensed that the crisis was coming, to Wu Feng's surprise, this person did not panic, let alone sit still, did not see him move, only heard the sound of "bang", the pool water rose to the sky, so that Wu Feng was slightly surprised, but what made Wu Feng even more surprised was that without waiting for the water in the turbulent pool to fall, a little sword light hit with the splash.

"Master?"

Wu Feng grinned, the battle knife in his hand was impartial, and he slashed straight at the sword light of that Senran.

"Ding!"

The crisp sound echoed, and Wu Feng suddenly felt several xenomorph internal forces hit the arm meridians along the blade, and this was not counting, the sword light shrouded him like stars, not only did not let him disperse the xenomorph internal force, but also sealed all his retreats.

The person who came was powerful, and in an instant, it turned defense into offense, which made Wu Feng excited, master, only a master can confirm his strength, "Hundred battles!" ”

The sword waved rapidly, and the blood-colored knife light shrouded the whole body in an instant, and the sword light that struck like a star was all under the bell, only the knife momentum was not exhausted, and as soon as the word "no return" came out, the blood-colored knife light converged on the battle knife, and with Wu Feng swinging, a knife about three meters wide attacked the man.

"It's a good time, the heavenly sword is rushing into the sky!"

The man was about to attack, but found that his qi was completely shrouded by the sword, dodging, couldn't dodge, couldn't dodge, couldn't dodge, couldn't dodge, and with a light drink, he stood by the pool with his sword, and his sword qi protected his whole body, making it look like a giant sword standing in place.

With the knife coming. This person lightly pulled the sword flower, and the sky-high sword qi was like a sharp blade slashing towards the blood-red sword.

"Boom" There was a loud bang, the sword qi collided with the sword gang, and the air wave rolled and blew the corners of Wu Feng's clothes, at this moment, the violent splash fell into the pool, and Wu Feng also saw the person clearly, this person is more than one meter nine tall, ordinary in appearance, a pair of deep eyes with eagerness, helplessness, and resentment, however, what attracted Wu Feng's attention even more was that this person was carrying seven long swords behind him, and there were iron chains between the hilts.

Unexpectedly, it was still an acquaintance, Tianjian Gate.

He was solemn and sneered in his heart, there is a way in heaven for you not to go, there is no door to hell for you to vote for, the insult given by Zuoqiu of the Heavenly Sword Gate, Wu Feng dare not forget, besides, in order to repay the kindness of the Mu family, he will punish this disciple of the Heavenly Sword who has beaten his face.

Yes, this person is the disciple of the Heavenly Sword Liu Cimu, dozens of days ago he rescued Zuoqiu Qi under Mu Yin's men, but, at this moment, he stared at Wu Feng, and he couldn't recognize Wu Feng as the person of the day, if he could recognize it, it would be strange, Wu Feng's image at the moment has been disguised by Zhou Xiaojie, not to mention Liu Cimu, who has only seen one time, even if it is Jiao Yu, it is difficult to recognize Wu Feng from his appearance.

However, whether he recognizes it or not, Liu Cimu doesn't care, the only thing he wants to do now is to kill the demon who killed his junior brother.

"Heavenly Sword, Seven Dragons Slaying Demons!"

With a cold snort from Liu Cimu, the seven long swords on his back were all unsheathed, and as a thin iron chain in Liu Cimu's hand swayed, these seven long swords struck Wu Feng with internal force like seven angry dragons.

Stunt, if there are knowledgeable people here, they will know that this Seven Dragons Demon Slaying is one of the stunts of the Heavenly Sword Gate, a rope controls seven long swords, as if seven people attack the enemy at the same time.

Wu Feng didn't know that this was the Heavenly Sword Gate's stunt, but he knew that these seven long swords attacked the eyes, throat, chest, lower abdomen, back, as well as the Heavenly Spirit Cover and the right wrist, and they were all very ruthless, if they took care of this, they would inevitably lose the other, but Wu Feng didn't want to dodge anything at all, the blood dragon battle was the best at group fighting, not to mention that it was just seven long swords, even if seven people came together, they were not afraid of it.

"Ten Bloody Battles!"

As soon as he breathed inside, the battle knife in his hand turned to bring the sword light, and in an instant, the sword light bloomed like a blood lotus.

"Ding, Ding, Ding......"

Seven long swords attacked from all directions, but they were swept away by the war knives one by one, and they fought in ten directions, which could be attacked and defended, but would Wu Feng only blindly defend? Of course not, when Liu Cimu was controlling the seven long swords, he silently said, "All ten directions will be destroyed!" ”

The blooming blood lotus withered quickly, and pieces of blood-red petals flew to the long sword, which was "ding, ding", Liu Cimu only saw the poignant light of the sword, and did not see Wu Feng's fast flashing figure, his heart was frightened, and he was about to collect the sword, but it was already too late, not to mention that the iron chain that controlled the long sword was cut off, and even the long sword given by his master was broken one by one.

His heart was painful and angry, but now Liu Cimu had realized the difficulty of killing Wu Feng.

Taking a deep breath, holding the long sword in his hand, he was going to fight with Wu Feng, as long as he could successfully drag Wu Feng and let the martial artists of the Absolute Sword Gate get out of trouble, not to mention a Wu Feng, even if the innate martial artists came, he would not be afraid of anything.

What Liu Cimu planned was exactly what Wu Feng was worried about, the absolute sword, the heavenly sword, any martial arts is not too powerful, but if the sword is combined, it is the ultimate martial arts, at this moment, seeing that Liu Cimu began to wander around, dragging, wanting to drag him Wu Feng, but how could he be satisfied?

When he meditated on the mental method, he urged the internal force, wrapped the blood-red war knife in his hand, and suddenly, "Wow" sounded like a knife crying of a ghost.

When Liu Cimu heard the knife, his heart was immediately unstable, all kinds of distracting thoughts flew in, and his movements were slow, and when he was frightened, he hurriedly used the exercises to resist the sound of the ghost crying, and in an instant, his mood returned to stability, but before he could make any more moves, Wu Feng had already stepped forward, and the blood-red war knife slashed towards his neck.

"Bell!"

raised his sword to block the sword, but unexpectedly, the sword was very fierce, and he directly cut off the blade, not to mention, and cut off his neck with endless killing intent.

The neck was cold, the vision was gradually covered by endless darkness, and the whole body was cold without the slightest temperature, just when the head fell to the ground, suddenly, I heard the incredulous and sad roar, "Senior brother! ”

In the gradually dissipating eyes, I saw a few figures carrying long swords, and Liu Cimu's blood-stained face had a smile on it, alive, I believe that they will live with his share......

Survive? Wu Feng didn't think so, his eyes were like jackals staring at the trialists who crawled out of the blood-colored pool water, and there was a smile on his face, because he saw a few acquaintances, the kind of acquaintances that are unforgettable and can't be forgotten.

With a flick of the war knife in his hand, the blood and qi swept away like a wave, no matter how many of them there were, no matter how powerful their combined attack technique was, they all wanted, died!