"Ahh The muscles of Wang Jian's whole body kept trembling, and his face, which was not very handsome, looked even more ugly, and shame filled every cell in his body.

"You forced me! I want you to die, Zhang Yifeng!" Wang Jian trembled and stood up against the support of the iron sword, and covered his figure with the dust, his legs one after the other, his body was like a curly drunken shrimp, and his sword aura was agitated, and his clothes and hair were raised. The eyes instantly bulged and were bloodshot, the corners of the mouth were chapped and blood flowed out, the facial expression was more hideous, the skin of the whole body was flushed with unhealthy flushing, and the leaky teeth made a blower-like sound.

Zhang Yifeng clearly felt that Wang Jian's aura was extremely unstable, and the sword qi compressed and gathered to a terrifying level!" ”

With a decision in his heart, Zhang Yifeng increased his speed to the extreme, turned behind Wang Jian by feeling, and shot out with one kick. Unexpectedly, the sword qi around Wang Jian actually gathered a small range of body protection aura, and Zhang Yifeng's black foot made him fly out by himself.

No, the longer you accumulate, the more powerful it becomes! This must be Wang Jianjia's family heirloom sword technique, and a month-cold level sword skill can actually have such power, which can make a swordsman condense the sword qi of the body. Sure enough, the higher-level sword skills are more subtle, and Zhang Yifeng is more and more eager for high-level sword skills.

Zhang Yifeng turned over with a carp, and rushed forward again with his sword. A large amount of sword qi gathered at the tip of the sword, and the sword light broke through the qi sleeve like a knife cutting tofu, and the sword qi condensed by the sword disciple was still too weak. Unintentionally inserted into the willows and willows, this sword just stabbed a shy and soft part of Wang Jian's body, and the sour was speechless!

"Uh-uh-uh-uh!!!!" Like a balloon deflated, Wang Jian flew straight forward again, accompanied by a scream like killing pigs, which was terrifying.

A sword strikes a thousand years of killing, and the autumn wind is squeezing chrysanthemums. Wang Jian turned over with difficulty, looked at the mottled blood stains on the crotch of his pants, and then looked at Zhang Yifeng holding the sword with a decent face, and on the tip of the sword was a series of blood beads of the same origin. "Tick, tick. "Blood dripping into the heart, the five internal organs burning! Bright red into the eyes, eyes about to split! Zhang Yifeng was cut with a thousand knives, and Wang Jian's current anger could not be calmed.

"You fucking look at the eggs! give me all the bastards, stop the mongrels for me, give me time to gather energy!" Under the support of hatred, Wang Jian forcibly stood up again, endured the pain of drilling his heart, and once again put on a posture of gathering qi regardless of the ugliness.

Although Wang Jian is hateful, he does have his advantages. A move passed down by Wang Jian's family was originally a sword skill that could only be used by a swordsman, but under his hard work, it was used by him to cultivate a sword. Even if the sword is forcibly used, even if it is improved, there are still many loopholes that will cause damage to the user. Wang Jian's use of this trick is not only slow and powerful, but also greatly reduced, and the side effects are extremely large, using it once will hurt his blood, and he can't use sword qi for a month. With such a serious injury, using it twice in a row, only God knows how big a side game is. Although he was carried away by anger, he had to say that this perseverance and courage were worthy of recognition.

Wang Jian's hysterical shout made the teenagers sober up at once. Although he was still a little afraid in his heart, looking at Wang Jian's fighting posture, with the addition of many people, a nest of wind rushed towards Zhang Yifeng.

"Kaishan Sword!" "Sancai Sword Technique!" ...... When everyone came up, a wave of low-level star-level sword skills were used as if they didn't want money, and even more so, they slashed at Zhang Yifeng with sword qi and brute force. The realms of the teenagers are uneven, most of them are low-level swordsmen, and only a few of them are high-level. Most of the teenagers in the small village are in the market to buy some stalls and cultivate by themselves, and it is even more difficult to obtain sword skills at low realms. Seeing the teenagers dancing with iron swords and demons, Zhang Yifeng was not panicked, like a white horse passing through a gap, shuttling between the sword forests, there was really no room for Tengluo, so he fought hard.

Wang Jian on the side, the sword qi gathered even more strongly, and he simply closed his eyes when he saw Zhang Yifeng being trapped, and controlled the operation and gathering of the sword qi in his body with peace of mind. Feeling the oppression from the gathering of sword qi, Zhang Yifeng was a little anxious, saw a low-level swordsman, swung his sword hard to find a gap and rushed out, spreading his big feet and rushing towards Wang Jian.

"Follow him, don't let him get close to Brother Wang!" The teenagers are like maggots covering the bones and chasing after them, although Zhang Yifeng is fast, he can't get rid of them in a short time, Wang Jian has a sword technique to protect himself, and he can't break the turtle sleeve without gathering sword qi.

"It's too slow! It's too slow! You can't catch up, aren't you tired? There was really no way, Zhang Yifeng had to tear his throat and start a psychological war.

"Are you a fool for us, we don't chase after us, and if you have the ability, don't touch Brother Wang!" This is also an insult to IQ, which caused a teenager to respond angrily.

Seeing that the little trick didn't work, Zhang Yifeng had no choice but to speed up desperately and try to get rid of everyone again. After running a few laps, several low-level teenagers began to gasp, but Zhang Yifeng didn't do anything but ran more happily.

"That guy is running like a rabbit, and if we go on like this, we'll die of exhaustion! "A high-level teenager, looking at his partners are so tired, his mind changed his strategy.

The strategy really worked, the scope of the square was too small, and in the face of the teenagers' encirclement and interception, Zhang Yifeng was helplessly forced into a corner, and the three outer layers of the bag were sandwiched.

"Why don't you run away, aren't you running happily?" There is no room to dodge, Zhang Yifeng can only fight hard with his sword. Although he has been fighting, Yu Wang Jian still consumed a lot of sword qi in the first battle, and after fighting with everyone for so long, the sword qi has been consumed by seven or eight.

"Wind Sword!" "Hiss", the hero couldn't stand the crowd, and after a few swords, Zhang Yifeng was directly slashed on the shoulder by a sword, and the blood instantly stained the white shirt. Fortunately, it is only a Xinghan-level sword skill, if it is at a higher level, it is estimated that an arm can be removed directly, and the sword wound on Rao's shoulder is still deep and visible. The moment the sword qi tore through the flesh and blood, it almost made Zhang Yifeng faint.

"Wasn't it arrogant just now? accept your fate, trash!"

"Huh! Huh" Listening to the ridicule of the people around him, he felt that Wang Jian's sword qi on the side was still accumulating to a peak. Zhang Yifeng panted, his two eyebrows were twisted, and he had to fight with his hands! Zhang Yifeng dragged his injured hand and slowly closed it with his other hand, and the sword in his hand shook his head, and the tearing pain made him more sober.

"Hmph! My life is up to me, I can't help it!" With a broken drink, Zhang Yifeng gathered a number of sword qi, and slashed out a sword, the most fierce and fierce sword in his life, one sword against ten swords, and he was not afraid. The swords intersected, the qi collided, and a tooth-sore grinding sound came, and neither side refused to retreat.

The sword is in the people, the sword is dead! It is not okay to abandon the sword! Zhang Yifeng gritted his teeth violently, continued to increase the output of sword qi to implement his beliefs, and his hands made the bone joints tense and white. Zhang Yifeng shook more than a dozen people to the ground with a single sword, losing his combat effectiveness in a short time.

The blood stained the iron sword red along his shoulder, and regardless of the pain of the wound, Zhang Yifeng picked up the sword and rushed towards Wang Jian.

It's here!"Drink!" Zhang Yifeng once again raised his sword and stabbed at Wang Jian, victory was within reach! "You are delusional! Ahem!" Just as the sword was about to be stabbed out, a sword galloped in. The young man who was knocked down behind him actually endured his injuries and coughed up a mouthful of blood, and threw his sword at Zhang Yifeng.

"Fuck your uncle!" Zhang Yifeng had no choice but to turn around and block the flying sword. The situation is changing rapidly, and the moment he just intercepted the flying sword, the blood-red eyes that Wang Jian opened behind him seemed to be bleeding outward.

"Dog mongrel, it seems that the king of Hades likes you a lot!" Wang Jian's whole body skin was slightly cracked at this time, and his whole body was covered with blood, and life and death were in his thoughts.

"Red Moon Strikes People Streamer Bloodthirsty: Red Moon Streamer Sword!" Wang Jianjian's sword qi formed a half-toothed bloody blood moon, and the tail of the blood moon also dragged various streamers to attack at the speed of light, and the land along the way cracked under the pressure of the sword qi, as if it had just been plowed by a cow. The scythe of the Grim Reaper slowly struck at Zhang Yifeng.

The scar on his back is a disgrace to the swordsman! Zhang Yifeng turned around and gathered his breath to lift the sword across his chest, and drank in one go.

Before the sword arrived, the sword qi alone blasted Zhang Yifeng a few meters away, reaching the corner of the wall. "Poof", Zhang Yifeng knelt on one knee, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his chest contracted violently. Staggered, struggled to stand up and leaned against the wall to gasp. The disparity was huge, but Zhang Yifeng still held the sword and desperately squeezed every trace of sword energy in his body to prepare to resist.

"Accept your fate, it's not a shame to die under my moon-level sword skills!" Wang Jian arrogantly held his sword and continued to rush towards Zhang Yifeng.

"If you have the ability, take it. Zhang Yifeng shook his head, he understood that death was terrible, but what was even more terrifying was that Kenshin died out of fear, once Kenshin died, he would have no inch, and it was even more terrifying to live like a walking corpse!

There is no doubt that in the face of absolute power, you can only fail. The iron sword shattered inch by inch, but it still couldn't stop the slightest, and Zhang Yifeng's entire body was blasted into the earthen wall. The sword qi instantly poured into the chest, frantically destroying the meridians in the body, and then the iron sword slowly entered the flesh. Zhang Yifeng's consciousness began to blur, but he felt the red elements around him more and more clearly. It was irritable, hot, bright, and that was fire, and the fire element frantically gathered around Zhang Yifeng's body, as if shouting and angry for him. "I seem to be able to control it?" Zhang Yifeng's heart shrank suddenly, his consciousness moved, and he said, "Flame." ”

"Crack!" "Crack!" Zhang Yifeng summoned in a low voice, and all the fire elements gathered together to form a huge fireball that angrily blasted towards Wang Jian. One step to heaven, one step to hell. Wang Jianlai, who was in ecstasy, was not in a hurry to react, and was instantly swept by the flames, flying upside down and not knowing whether he was alive or dead!