When he was still dozens of zhang away from that meadow, Xu Feng felt the cold cold, this was the most powerful breath within a radius of several miles, Xu Feng didn't know how long Jing Qi, who deliberately reported the news, had been surrounded, the situation might be even worse than he thought.

Divine Mind Master, what realm? The peak of the Apocalypse, the middle realm of the golden stone? He can't be sure, and he can't control so much.

The black sword in Tsing Yi swept through the pieces of withered grass like a blast wind, Xu Feng secretly cursed in his heart, "Fuck you!", without hesitation, he directly sacrificed the black stone on his waist.

Sang Daochang, who was proud, suddenly felt that the top of his head was covered by a cloud, he had been holding a crying and mourning stick to yin others all his life, and he had never been yin. The smirk's face suddenly became flustered, and his solemn eyes rolled up to check the dark cloud.

The Xuanming Monument fell from the sky, Xu Feng stepped on the grass, and before he joined the battle group, a silent thin sword was handed over.

"Come to Yin!" Xu Feng rolled his eyes and glanced at the coachman, and he also handed over a sword without avoiding it.

Two bolts of lightning collided in the dusk, and the strange-looking coachman suddenly took two steps back in the dead grass, and Xu Feng also fell into the long grass.

As soon as the lightning disappeared, a completely muffled sound sounded over the barren grass, and the next moment, the shouts of the Sandao people like male ducks echoed in the suburbs.

The place where the bamboo chair was originally placed has become a dirt pit with dry grass and dust, like a waterfall rolling upside down, and the four gang members who carried the bamboo chair, as well as the two strange-looking teenagers, have become a pile of dirt at the bottom of the pit.

Sang Daoren's face was dead, standing straight on the edge of the huge pit, holding a half-broken mourning stick in his hand, and looking at Xu Feng in horror.

"It's Xu Feng!" the coachman said in a trembling voice as he looked at the strange long sword in Xu Feng's hand.

"It's the master!"

Xu Feng didn't expect his bright head to be so loud, and he smiled brightly, as if showing off, and deliberately shook the black sword in his hand, which was also to cover up the lack of true yuan and get rid of the soreness on his arm.

Sacrificing the Xuanming Stone Tablet has boiled him a lot of True Yuan, and then took a sword that the coachman deliberately sneaked in, Xu Feng was one enemy and two on the surface, and the scenery was infinite, but he knew that he couldn't stand it.

Jing Qi withdrew from the danger, his face was slightly pale, and with a slash of the Pu knife, he cut through the autumn wind and lined up steadily at his side, and the long grass that had just been rolled up by the fierce fight fell in front of his cold face.

The Xuanming Monument that fell from the sky smashed the Sangdao people to pieces, even if he had been on the ground in Yingdu for many years, he had never encountered such a domineering magic weapon......

Sang Dao swallowed the blood that had gathered in his mouth, and stretched his neck ugly, his originally thin and tall body appeared more slender, and his face was cloudy.

It's not a direct move, it's difficult to spy on the other party's realm, especially a cultivator who is good at hiding with divine thoughts and has experienced the peak realm of the Apocalypse.

The coachman was not afraid, stared at Xu Feng, and said coldly: "At most, the Golden Stone Middle Realm." ”

This sentence made the Sang Dao people regain a little confidence, and threw away the half of the mourning stick that had become bald in his hand, and shook his right hand, but it was also a long sword.

"This brother is overestimated, it's not a secret, the peak of the apocalypse, that's it. Xu Feng said with a smile, deliberately aggravating the word "that's it", arrogance and disdain were vividly interpreted by him.

The coachman was originally an arrogant and extreme character, but he didn't expect to meet Jing Qi, who had a higher evaluation than himself, and then met the sneering Xu Feng, and the breath in his heart couldn't be held back for a long time, and he slashed at Xu Feng with his sword.

"This, you greet me first!" Xu Feng said casually to Jing Qi, turning back to the Sang Dao man who had drawn his long sword.

The coachman felt that he was being despised and the sword in his hand was three points faster, but as soon as he touched the edge of Xu Feng's green clothes, Xu Feng fell straight down, his body fell into the knee-high grass, and the thin sword slashed through the autumn wind, just in time to meet Jing Qi's straight Pu knife.

Xu Feng seemed to have a machine installed on the soles of his feet, and instantly bounced out of the dry grass, his body was rolled, and he stood upright on the edge of the pit smashed by the Xuanming Monument, and stood across the dark pit with the Sangdao people.

The sound of slashing around him gradually became muffled, and with his intuition, Jing Qi knew that the five retinues had died in the siege of the enemy, and from his point of view, five shocking huge blood flowers bloomed on the yellow grass, which were the blood of the brothers.

"With these brothers with you, you are worth it today. The coachman smiled with a tone of envy.

"I'm not going to die today. Jing Qi said indifferently.

"Oh, blind confidence is a big no-no. ”

"Agung is dead," Jing Qi's calm gaze swept over the bright blood flowers, "they're dead too, they've died enough." ”

"It's a pity it's not enough!" the coachman waved his sword, and the black swords drifted away with the wind, as if shaking off a layer of shadows on his body.

"yes, it's still not enough. Jing Qi said indifferently, as if admitting what the other party said.

"There are rules in the rivers and lakes, there is justice in heaven and earth, and it is so despicable that even weak women have to take advantage of it, what reason does such a scum have to live. Jing Qi seemed to see Agong before he died, his face was covered with blood and his eyes were cloudy.

"Tsk...... Is the Jing gang leader teaching the way of the rivers and lakes, I didn't expect that Leng Qiye still has a warm heart, waiting for you to die, haha...... Stripped naked and toyed with by the mourning star, see what you still say about your righteousness. ”

The thin sword with Zhen Yuan shook violently in the afterglow, like a well-hidden locust attacking Jing Qi.

Jing Qi is good at hand-to-hand fighting, and he is even better at the lightness of flying eaves and walls, his toes are a little on the decaying wild grass, the straight Pu knife is pushed forward, his right leg is slightly bent, and his arms are spread, like a swallow flying smoothly, gliding on the dry grass.

The other party didn't expect Jing Qi's change of moves, the original lightning and flint in the dry grass, the dangerous and abnormal sword momentum, coupled with Jing Qi's strange posture to resist, looked like a staggered and difficult one, but suddenly turned into a chic and elegant way.

"If you run, you won't be able to enjoy the cemetery that Duan Ye personally selected for you!" the coachman did not delay the pursuit when he spoke, the true yuan flowed, and his feet were almost against the wind.

Seeing Jing Qi's back, he didn't want to stab out a sword with all his might.

The thin sword was only a foot away from his back, and Jing Qi's right hand holding the sword slashed back at will, and his body turned a straight bend on the dead grass with the force of the slash.

A cultivator in the middle realm of the Apocalypse, against an ordinary teenager, has made eleven moves, and he has not even taken advantage of it, this situation is really unheard of.

Whenever he was about to succeed and give the other party a fatal blow, the black-clothed young man in front of him could always make extraordinary changes and swing an inevitable sword.

The coachman's heart was already a little anxious, but more than ten years of experience gave him enough reason and calmness, and he desperately suppressed the eagerness and anger in his heart, one sword was faster than the other, and one sword was more stable than the other.

After a few moves, Xu Feng and the Sang Dao people didn't look like each other, Xu Feng didn't sacrifice the Xuanming Monument, it was all a competition between Zhenyuan and Kendo.

But the Golden Stone Realm is the Golden Stone Realm after all, Xu Feng's Youfu seems to have a fire, scorching his heart and lungs, and there is not much left of Zhenyuan suppressed by him in a few moves.

can be the second leader of the first gang in the world, Sang Dao is not the kind of person who only knows how to rely on brute force, he seems to want to see Xu Feng through, holding a long sword in his hand and slowly gesturing in front of his chest, like a butcher who has no way to start with livestock.

"No matter how clever the magic weapon is, if you don't know what to do, Dao Ye will also overtake you today, and make the original transaction into a buy one get one free. ”

Xu Feng had long heard that the backer of the Broken Sword Society was a certain noble in the palace, and now he was ordered by the noble in the palace to take over Sendai City, and wanted to destroy Jing Qi's Nine Knife Gate as well.

Xu Feng was a little puzzled, he was a little uncomfortable with the highest force on the entire continent, the imperial court, so quickly.

"Do you think you are the elder, you can join the gang, brothers do things, just slaughter two small fish and shrimp by the way" Sang Daoren seemed to see through Xu Feng's thoughts, and said this, but his eyes fell on the stone on Xu Feng's waist.

Xu Feng hugged his arms, and the black sword quietly hugged him in his arms, and said in a good time: "Actually, the name of the No. 1 gang in the world, even I, the No. 1 villain in Lingnan, sound scruples. ”

Sang Daoren's wrinkled and ugly face calmed down a little: "The kid is quite acquainted. ”

"Daoyou has won the prize!" Xu Feng shrugged.

A smile suddenly flashed in the eyes of the Sang Dao people, and he said loudly: "The people of the rivers and lakes don't tell lies, there is nothing for you here, you are happy and pure, why bother to intervene in this way." It's not as good as ......"

"Why don't you go to the sky?" Xu Feng said.

"The little brother is smart. The wrinkles on Sang Daoren's face instantly calmed down, he nodded with satisfaction, and glanced at the black stone on Xu Feng's waist quite fearfully.

"However, it's just ......," Xu Feng frowned slightly.

"But what?" the Sandau man sensed that something was not quite right.

"You're so ugly, though. ”

"You dare to entertain the poor!"

"The master accompanies you to grind your tongue, it is to give you face, okay, don't be idle, the master's vitality is almost recovered, let's die!"

Sang Dao's face was about to drip water, and with a snap, the long sword swung out of dust half a foot high, and the gray clothes were wrapped in the yin wind and whistled out.