Han Fei took a step back, and at the same time quickly waved the high-grade alloy knife in his hand!

"Boom!"

The king-level winter cold bear battle knife in Leng Xiong's hand slashed slightly on Han Fei's alloy knife, and there was a violent friction.

Then the war knife slanted, sticking to the blade of Han Fei's alloy knife, swept over and pointed at Han Fei's throat!

Sou!

Han Fei retreated violently, and retreated more than ten meters almost instantly.

"Haha, scared. Leng Xiong smiled disdainfully, holding a king-level war knife and slowly walking towards Han Fei, "People like you, I have killed not thousands, but hundreds, on the surface, pretending to be calm, but when it comes to life and death, I am afraid to pee my pants." ”

Han Fei looked down at the high-grade alloy knife in his hand, and saw that there was already a gap of about half an inch on it, and the blades that had been cut by the king-level war knife were slightly curled.

"His speed is not fast, but the moment I fight, I was almost suppressed, mainly because this weapon is too inadequate!"

Han Fei frowned.

The opponent's weapon is not only a level higher than him, but the quality of the weapon also represents the difference in strength.

"It's also your honor to die under my Leng Xiong's sword. ”

Leng Xiong's feet were forced.

Whoosh! Flying towards Han Fei.

"Humph!"

Han Fei's eyes were fierce, and when he lifted his speed, the speed of the high-grade alloy knife in his hand reached the extreme of the muscles in his body, and his genetic power was fully exerted.

Call~~

Like a cold light, the alloy knife with an incomparably terrifying momentum and speed, continuously used the posture in "The Battle of the Sword King", and slashed towards Leng Xiong quickly and ruthlessly.

Fast, ruthless!

Ding-ding-bell.

With a series of crisp sounds, the king-level battle knife in Leng Xiong's hand came into contact with Han Fei's alloy knife like a giant, but after that, Leng Xiong himself did suddenly retreat.

Laugh at.

On the ground, a long crack appeared directly, and the earth and stone fragments flew and scattered.

"You can actually take my few knives, and you still use the body method of "Sword King Wars"!" Leng Xiong licked his lips.

"Sword King War" is familiar to gene people, but almost no one really studies the knife technique and body technique, after all, everyone can practice, and more people are to buy scarce genetic combat methods.

But these few knives were caught by Han Fei, which made Leng Xiong a little surprised.

"It's just luck!" Leng Xiong didn't believe it.

As soon as the figure moved, the 43 points of genetic power on his body exploded again, and the fierce Korean and Han Fei were cut off.

"Your sword skills are not as good as mine, your speed is not as good as mine, and even your genetic combat ability is not as good as mine, what can you do with me?"

Han Fei sneered.

In a few rounds, he has already touched Leng Xiong's strength.

"Whew!"

"Whew!"

Both figures reached the limit of their speed, almost exceeding the two of them at 100 meters per second, and directly turned into two afterimages.

Especially the black afterimage, which is faster, detonates the air with each attack, and when a knife doesn't have a chance to hit, it draws its knife and dodges it, and in the blink of an eye, it is another one, and another knife.

"I'm grass, the demon god seems to have the upper hand?"

"I'm afraid this body's genetic combat ability has reached 50 genetic power!"

"Horrible, horrible!"

Everyone watching the battle through the virtual screen was secretly surprised.

Almost all the people in the Dongqin shelter had heard that the Demon God had saved Captain Qin Bingqin, but later the deputy captain Qian came out to refute the rumors, and the Qin team just happened to be injured in a battle with a few king-level creatures, so that the Demon God touched it, and happened to save it, but in fact, he didn't have any strength in itself.

But this look, everyone is stunned.

The speed of the knife is faster than that of Leng Xiong of the head wolf group, how can he not have strength?

The speed of both of them has been used to the extreme, in terms of genetic strength and physical fitness, no matter how you look at it, the demon god is even stronger.

Even the eyebrows and faces of the live broadcast collapsed deeply.

"Damn!"

Finally, Leng Xiong shouted angrily, "If you have a kind of close combat with me!"

Cold and masculine, Han Fei's body shape is the same as a loach, he can't really hit at all, and he didn't expect this demon god to have such a strong physical fitness, but with genetic strength, he is confident.

"Frontal combat?"

"Okay—"

"I will fulfill you!"

Han Fei's cold cheer came, and he originally planned to knife him in the back.

Suddenly—

Han Fei successively used the fifteenth, sixth, and seventh postures of "The Battle of the Sword King", and three ghostly postures in a row, and directly swept towards Leng Xiong's neck with a sharp knife.

Leng Xiong smiled evilly, and the Winter Leng Bear King-level battle knife did not come into contact with Han Fei's knife, and directly slashed at Han Fei.

"It's time to decide the winner!"

The spectators in the live broadcast room held their breath.

The two of them were like villains, fighting for their lives, Han Fei looked at Leng Xiong's neck, Leng Xiong wanted to stop and cut off Han Fei's body.

Boom!

The sound of the golden armor rang out.

Another flash of sword light swept over Leng Xiong's neck, and his head flew up.

"Poof!"

Blood splattered into the sky, and under the weak knife of Leng Xiong's body, the king-level war knife in his hand also slashed at Han Fei's waist wearing purple armor, but he didn't even leave a mark on the armor.

Almost everyone was stunned and speechless.

The Demon God has only risen recently, but today he has forcibly slaughtered the top figures of the Wolf Group to the ground, in front of the eyes of millions of people, truly slaughtered.

"Demon God, mighty!"

"Mighty and domineering!"

Many people shouted passionately.

"That armor is also king-level armor! It must be, the king-level battle knife and Leng Xiong's 43 points of genetic power have not even left a mark on it. ”

"It's so powerful, no wonder it's someone who the Qin team looks at the other way!"

After a while, there were also masters who were calmly analyzing.

It's just that there are still some people who look at it lightly and don't say anything, as if it's all over yet!

Lingzi, although Jian Cheng was a little surprised, his face did not change at all, and Qin Bing also looked at it calmly, including some old guys who also existed in the audience, and the big names were all unwavering.

After killing Leng Xiong, Han Fei directly took the silver winter cold bear battle knife in Leng Xiong's hand, and he was a little happy for the first time in these days.

If it weren't for this war knife, he wouldn't have planned to make a move with Leng Xiong at all, and there was no need to have a real conflict with the head wolf group!

Touching the blade, while feeling happy, Han Fei also noticed that something was wrong.

Mei was still holding the virtual computer in his hand and broadcasting live, with a somewhat disdainful expression on his face.

At this moment,

Leng Xiong's head on the ground suddenly moved, "Hahaha......"

A yin and yang weird laughter made Han Fei feel cold all over his body, and the head of Leng Xiong on the ground laughed, "My talent gene is immortal, hahaha......"

"I can't be killed. Leng Xiong smiled, his head rolled towards his body, and at the same time glared at Han Fei fiercely, "Not only can't I kill, but I can't lose either, how can I lose to you?!"

"Losing is losing!" Han Fei spoke, making Leng Xiong's body on the ground clench his fists.

"Also, death is death!"

At the same time, Han Fei's whole body condensed the talent genes, and a tremor from the depths of his body came out of his body, and white flames emerged from his body in millions of eyes, and then wrapped his whole body.

Talent genes, you have them, I have them too!

Han Fei at this moment-

Like a demon god above the nine heavens!

Raise the paws of his feet that were bubbling with white flames, and then stomp on them fiercely under the cold and frightened gaze of the cold male on the ground.

One kick.

Directly stepped on Leng Xiong's head, and those pieces of flesh and blood directly turned into nothingness under the scorching and terrifying temperature of the flames.

Lingzi, Jian Cheng, Qin Bing, and the big people hidden in the battle, a trace of unprecedented solemnity instantly appeared on the faces of Gujing Wubo.

Immediately after, the live stream screen turned black.