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If the righteous path despises, they have hatred for killing their wives and children with their enemies, and they do not share the hatred of the heavens, and those who are righteous do not disdain to use poison.

And the Demon Dao Warrior is a typical pragmatist, and being able to kill the enemy is to do everything, the weapon is quenched, and it is just a trivial matter.

This, the purple-lipped man's weapon is highly poisonous, which shows that he is by no means a righteous person, at this moment, in his vicious eyes, he just wants to see Wu Feng poisoned and died, of course, this premise is that he can touch Wu Feng.

At this moment, Wu Feng, who was sinking into a state of selflessness, didn't know what poison was, didn't know what danger was, when the quenching soft sword attacked, his relaxed body instantly tensed, turned sideways to avoid the quenching soft sword, and took a step back.

When he staggered past the purple-lipped man, he turned around and raised his foot to kick the purple-lipped man's back.

"Bang!"

Hit in the back, this purple-lipped man was shocked and frightened, what is the concept of being kicked by an ancient warrior? This is tantamount to being hit hard with an iron hammer, this is not too light, if the ancient warrior is profound, this kick is enough to make people's internal organs shattered, vomit blood and die!

It's just that the purple-lipped man didn't feel any pain except for horror, yes, there was no pain at all, not only was his internal organs not injured, but he was not even bruised.

Why?

The answer is very simple, Wu Feng not only forgot to slash with a knife, but even forgot to use internal force......

Zhu Ling smiled helplessly in the car, Wu Feng forgot it completely enough, however, Zhu Ling was not too worried about Wu Feng's comfort, although the purple-lipped man's internal skills were not bad, but there was still a distance from Wu Feng, otherwise, Wu Feng would not use the unfamiliar realm of selflessness without a head......

"You, you!" The purple-lipped man who didn't understand the situation gritted his teeth like a mad dog, he thought that Wu Feng looked down on him and teased him, regardless of whether Wu Feng's foot was infused with internal force, his hand was in his pocket, and when he turned around, he sprinkled a handful of ash powder on Wu Feng.

Mu Ran's Wu Feng didn't know what it was, but avoided it at the same time as the purple-lipped man sprinkled ash powder.

Wu Feng easily avoided this gray powder, a person behind Wu Feng was not so lucky, the gray powder just fell on his face, this person let out a terrible scream, the originally good face quickly festered, as soon as he touched the ulcerated face with his hand, his fingers tore off a piece of dough with flesh, revealing the bones of Bai Sensen At the same time, his hand also quickly began to fester......

"Ahh......h

The terrible screams resounded in the night sky, causing Zhu Ling to cast a sympathetic look at this person, but Wu Feng's expression was still blank, as if he hadn't heard anything at all.

The purple-lipped man did not react to the poisoning of his companions, and the soft sword in his hand attacked Wu Feng again, he wanted to kill Wu Feng, no, he wanted to kill all the people who looked down on him.

The soft sword danced like a long snake, and it was difficult to discern the direction of the attack, but Wu Feng stood still, as if he had no intention of dodging at all.

"Die, die, die!"

The purple-lipped man roared in his heart, seeing that the soft sword was about to hit Wu Feng's chest, at this moment, Wu Feng's arm muscles suddenly tensed, and the jet-black Tang knife slashed at the purple-lipped man without a trace of killing intent.

The purple-lipped man was startled, his wrist turned, and the soft sword straightened the "ding" gear, easily blocking the Tang knife, Wu Feng still did not use internal force, which did not mean that the purple-lipped man did not use it, only to see that when he blocked the Tang knife, the soft sword was like a spiritual snake entangled the Tang knife, and the right hand pulled violently, and the left hand directly grabbed Wu Feng's waist ribs, not only infused with internal force, but also a few small thorns in the palm of the black glove.

As long as he is caught, not to mention poisoning, he can also shock Wu Feng's internal organs.

Even if Wu Feng knew about the poisoning, he would not be able to mobilize internal strength to force the poison out of his body.

The purple-lipped man's wishful thinking was good, but it was useless, and before he could touch Wu Feng's waist and ribs, Wu Feng suddenly gave up the knife.

When the right hand abandoned the knife, he leaned out and grabbed the left wrist of the purple-lipped man with his backhand!

The purple-lipped man was suddenly startled, but he felt that Wu Feng's right hand was weak, no matter what, he continued to claw Wu Feng's waist ribs with ten successful forces.

At the same time, Wu Feng suddenly felt pain coming from his palm, not stabbed by some stinger, but by the internal force of the purple-lipped man!

The pain made Wu Feng seem to think of something, Mu Ran's eyes showed a trace of ruthlessness, and the right hand that grabbed the purple-lipped man's wrist suddenly turned blood red, and when he took a step back, his right hand with violent internal force suddenly pulled back and twisted.

"Click"

The purple-lipped man had just felt that Wu Feng's right hand had become like a pincer, and before he could react, he swung his soft sword to attack, and his shoulder was dislocated under Wu Feng's pull and twist.

What is it that does not wait for it to be horrified? Wu Feng's eyes were as fierce as a wolf, and his left hand pointed at his right hand Shenmen acupoint, causing his soft sword to get out of his hand, and he raised his foot and kicked his chest suddenly!

"Bang!"

Directly raised by Wu Feng and not to mention, the purple-lipped man only felt a sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

The previous kick was weak and weak, but this kick was a thousand pounds.

The purple-lipped man's hand touched his trouser leg and was about to take out the highly poisonous thing, but when he heard the sound of the "bell", he raised his eyes, only to see Wu Feng kick the hilt of the soft sword, causing the soft sword to turn into a cold light and fly towards him.

The rest of the people didn't know that the soft sword was powerful, but he knew how many kinds of poison were quenched on it, his heart tightened, and he suddenly rushed to the left, and before he could land, he felt the evil wind hitting his face, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that Wu Feng had appeared in front of him, and the Tang knife had already been raised high.

"Don't ......"

The word "no" had just come out, and the word "want" was still in his throat, and the knife light had already flashed......

The begging head rolled to the ground, and Wu Feng froze, his face full of doubts, and there was a little killing intent in his eyes, as if as long as it attracted attention, no matter who it was, he would be killed.

Zhu Ling, who was in the car, sat helplessly in the car, and the two men who got out of the van, one had already died of anger, and the other was already sitting on the ground in fright.

After a long time, a cool night breeze swept by, and Wu Feng shook his head and put the knife into the sheath.

"I said, can you take it easy, my little heart can't stand it!"

As soon as he got out of the realm of self-forgetfulness, he heard Zhu Ling's voice, Wu Feng smiled slightly, remembering the battle just now, the harvest, the great gain, it was not that this kid who used poison was powerful and learned something, but that he found that stimulation had some effect on the realm of self-forgetfulness, yes, stimulation.

pain, let himself use his internal force, otherwise he would not be able to kill an ancient martial artist by instinct alone.

With a smile, he walked towards the person who was sitting on the ground in fright, killing people is to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, leaving no one, but as soon as he walked towards the person, he heard Zhu Ling's voice sound, "Wait, I have a few important questions......"

glanced at Zhu Ling, who got out of the car with a gun, suspiciously, what is the important question? But I didn't bother to care about this, and turned my head to look at the unknown ahead......