Chapter 67: Interception

After walking hundreds of steps, the hustle and bustle in his ears suddenly quieted down, and Zifeng's footsteps abruptly stopped, and an ominous premonition appeared in his heart. Sure enough, in the field of vision, there was a figure slowly enlarged, middle-aged, dressed in black, with scars on his face, indescribably hideous. The comer, carrying a long knife, walked towards Zifeng step by step.

"Are you Wu Zifeng?" said the middle-aged man with a grim face.

"What's the matter with me?" Zifeng stared at the middle-aged man with an unkind face on the other side, and asked coldly.

"It's okay, I just wanted to kill you. "The middle-aged man seems to be telling a very ordinary thing.

"Kill me, we have never been masked, how can we have the hatred of life and death?" Zifeng slowly pulled out the ink knife, looking like he was facing a great enemy.

"You don't need to know each other, just someone can give Xuanshi. As soon as the words fell, the middle-aged man stomped on the ground with his right foot, a long knife in his hand, and rushed to Zifeng in an instant.

Zifeng didn't hesitate, and rushed forward with the same ferocity, surging with vitality, slashing at the other party. With a loud bang, the smoke and dust around him were rolled up, and before the smoke and dust dispersed, the two of them had already 'jingled' into a mess.

The middle-aged man, the knife is fierce, the force is heavy, and the person who has lived on the tip of the knife for a long time is a fierce attack on the vital point of Zifeng, like a hundred zhang of wild waves, vowing to swallow Zifeng.

Zifeng did not flinch in the slightest, this is not the first time he has encountered such a situation, the ink knife is tightly held in his hand, feeling the increasingly difficult to parry the force, and his heart is also like being ruthless, crazy and middle-aged people carry it hard, and the knife does not fall behind.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man was shocked, is this the power that the martial artist realm can have? A dodge, came to the side, squinted and looked at Zifeng, "At a young age, it is not easy to have such an achievement, it's a pity." "Let you see the power of the generals in the later stage," Qianjun slashed!" shouted, and the scar on the middle-aged man's face suddenly became more hideous, and the black clothes began to agitate with the majestic vitality.

The long knife that was raised was hunting in the air, and the vitality swarmed, converging towards the long knife, the blade became more and more dignified, and finally turned into a deep ink, a dangerous aura, which spread in an instant, and time seemed to stop for a moment, and then there was a crisp cracking sound, and a shocking knife light tore the air and slashed towards Zifeng......

Zifeng's gaze is unprecedentedly solemn, in the late stage of the general, this is the most powerful martial artist Zifeng has encountered so far, just listening to the 'Qianjun Chop', the air became heavy in an instant, and even the steps became difficult, Zifeng kept his heart, and his vitality continued to compress the ink knife in his hand, and the 'wind swept away the leaves' also slowly swirled up......

The knife fell from the sky, and before he got close, the ground where Zifeng was standing 'boomed', and it sank more than a foot, and the clothes on Zifeng's upper body also turned into pieces, and the shocking weight pressed down, Zifeng relied on the 'wind sweeping the leaves' to slowly dissolve, but the weight of the solution was far from enough, Zifeng tried to speed up, but his body was like a quagmire, and the knife in his hand also slowed down, and the compression of vitality was out of control.

Finally, the ink knife in his hand fell to the ground, and there was a backlash, almost making Zifeng faint. Before the sword mang, Zifeng threw dozens of empty talismans, and there was a earth-shattering sound, the sword mangs and the dense exploding talismans collided together, and the sky of the entire Qingyun Town was blown apart, and a deep pit dozens of zhang deep appeared underground, and the houses on both sides of the road had long been gone, and a shocking crack stretched into the unknown distance......

The dust dissipated, where was there still Zifeng's figure, the middle-aged man searched carefully a few times, and a few of them disappeared in place, without a trace.

After a long time, the quiet street came back to life, and the crowd of people hiding in one place slowly poured into the street, turning their heads to each other about the fight just now, "Did you see it? That person just now is a scar." "The speaker, when I mention this name, I am also afraid in my heart.

"Scar, isn't he dead? How can he still appear, this, this, that one who fought with him, it seems to be Wu Zifeng, this is the end, a genius has just appeared in the martial arts family, and he was killed like this. Another person next to him said, similar conversations came and went, and the news of Wu Zifeng's killing spread like the wind.

Scar, the most maverick among the mercenaries in Qingyun Town, used to team up with people to hunt prey, but because he was not satisfied with the distribution, he killed all his teammates in a fit of anger. This person's surname is violent, cruel, and does not do evil. As long as there is Xuanshi, he is willing to do anything, he has carried dozens of names in Qingyun Town, and he has escaped the siege of the people of Qingyun Town several times, and he has not appeared in Qingyun Town for more than half a year.

Zifeng Suo's surname was fine, and in a hurry, he threw out dozens of exploding talismans, left one, and exploded behind him, relying on the impact of the explosion and the cover of dust, Zifeng was thrown into the ruins on the side of the road to escape the ruins.

And Scar stubbornly believes that it is impossible for a little martial artist to escape in his own famous stunts, with this contempt. Scar simply searched the pit, but found no figure, thinking that Zifeng had disappeared, and left.

Seeing that the scar had left, Zifeng breathed a long sigh of relief, and the pain in his chest was surging at this time. In the later stage of the general, it is indeed not simple, in the confrontation just now, Zifeng has always been strong, whether it is speed or strength, Zifeng is a cut off, and it is completely the power of oppression.

Who the hell wants my surname, since you have already done it, don't blame me for being polite, the stone in his hand suddenly turned into a piece of powder.

Soon, there was a sound of breaking the air around, Lin Jianling, Lin Xuanxi, many mercenaries, and of course the people from Wujiazhuang, his father Wu Feichen, was standing on the roof opposite.

Without waiting for Lin Xuanxi to ask, the people who watched the battle just now had already affectionately described what had just happened, and the name Scar once again appeared in everyone's minds.

"Damn it, it's back. Lin Jianling scolded angrily, Lin Jianling led the team to chase and kill Scar several times, but Scar was born cautious, never dragged his feet in doing things, fought quickly, and would always lurk afterwards, leaving no clues, so it was unsuccessful several times.

"Who is the person who died?" Lin Jianling asked casually.

"It seems to be a martial artist, Wu Zifeng. The man next to him responded.

"What!", "What?", ...... The crowd shouted in unison.

When Wu Feichen heard the word Wujia, his heart couldn't help but tighten, when Wu Zifeng's name came out, Wu Feichen jumped directly from the air, and pulled the person just now up like crazy, the coercion of the King of Martial Arts was as thick as ink for a while, and the person who was pressed just now couldn't speak, but pointed to the deep pit, where there was a half-cut ink knife lying quietly.

Wu Feichen, pick up the ink knife, this knife, it's not Zifeng, who is it. Lin Xuanxi closed his eyes, not knowing what he was doing? After that, he opened his eyes, stared at a broken house next to him for a few moments, asked Lin Jianling to tidy up the scene, turned around and left, without the slightest heaviness that he had just heard the news.

Wu Feichen stood quietly in the distance, constantly rubbing the ink knife in his hand, his expression was gloomy, and he didn't know how long it took, a shocking roar, with this ten thousand zhang sword, slashed at the sky: "I, Wu Feichen, don't report this worry, swear not to be a person." ”

Then dragged a frustrated mood, and some rickety steps, walked towards the martial family, he has not accepted this news until now, so what about the rest of the martial family? Xin'er, Yihan......