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As soon as they saw Zhao Jingfeng, Wu Shenqing and Xu Yousheng showed a look of joy on their faces, and Xu Yousheng laughed loudly: "Zhao Jingfeng, I finally found you, this time I will see where you are going." More than a dozen young men quickly stepped forward without anyone's orders, and immediately surrounded Zhao Jingfeng and Zhao Xiongying inside.

Seeing that he was surrounded by them again, Zhao Xiongying's face changed greatly, and he suddenly became ugly, and then he let out a long sigh, and said nothing.

In the face of more than a dozen menacing people, Zhao Jingfeng did not show the slightest fear on his face, he was still so calm, looking at him like that, it seemed that he didn't take the dozen or so people around him whose strength was not weaker than himself in his eyes at all.

Zhao Jingfeng's face was gloomy, and his eyes swept over the faces of the dozen or so young people around him one by one, and everyone who was swept by his gaze felt a faint pain on his face, and then a chill couldn't help but rise from the bottom of his heart, as if Zhao Jingfeng's gaze was completely a sharp sword.

"Who injured my eldest brother!" After saying that, Zhao Jingfeng's tone changed suddenly, and he shouted: "Stand up for me!"

With the words, a huge momentum emanated from his body, and in the face of more than a dozen people whose strength was not weaker than his own, Zhao Jingfeng not only did not have the slightest fear, but was high-spirited, and there was a momentum of vowing not to give up.

Zhao Jingfeng's shouting, combined with the huge momentum emanating from his body, made the group of people opposite, including Wu Shenqing, all take a step back in fright, after all, Zhao Jingfeng is a person who has experienced the baptism of killing, and it is far from being comparable to a group of milky students opposite.

Finding that he was actually frightened away by Zhao Jingfeng's shout, Wu Shenqing's face turned blue with anger, thinking about the strength of his dignified senior martial artist, he was actually frightened away by a freshman who had just been promoted to a martial artist for a few days, which made him simply unacceptable.

"Zhao Jingfeng, you are looking for death!" Wu Shenqing was annoyed and ashamed, and shouted, and a fiery red giant sword suddenly appeared in his hand, and the giant sword stabbed towards Zhao Jingfeng's chest with a fiery red light.

"Hmph!" Looking at the oncoming giant sword, the intense killing intent in Zhao Jingfeng's eyes flashed away, and then Yan Xi's sword instantly appeared on his right hand, and the giant sword facing Wu Shenqing stabbed out at lightning speed.

"Ding!"

With a crisp sound, I saw two swords that were completely disproportionate in size, and the tips of the swords actually touched together very unbelievably.

Looking at the two swords that the tips of the swords touched together, Wu Shenqing's eyes showed a look of surprise, faintly with a little disbelief, because whether it was the giant sword in his hand or the long sword in Zhao Jingfeng's hand, the part of the tip of the sword was very small, and at such a fast stabbing speed, if you want the tips of the two swords to touch together steadily, this is definitely not something that ordinary people can do, and those who can do this are all extremely powerful, and the control of the natal soul treasure has reached the point of transcendent sanctification。

However, Zhao Jingfeng was able to do this with the strength of a martial artist who had just been promoted, which made Wu Shenqing feel unbelievable, and he didn't think that this was the end of the coincidence, but when he looked at Zhao Jingfeng's calm face, his heart suddenly dispelled the coincidental year.

And what surprised Wu Shenqing even more was the sword in Zhao Jingfeng's hand, because this sword was too small, in his eyes, this sword seemed to be a completely enlarged version of the embroidery needle, four feet long, two fingers wide, as weak as paper, anyone who saw it at first glance would think that this sword was very fragile, as if it could be broken with a little force.

Wu Shenqing dared to swear that such a delicate sword was definitely the first time he had ever seen it, and he had never even heard of it, because in the Soul Treasure Star, the magic weapons used by everyone were biased towards heavy-duty, and condensing his own natal soul treasure into a heavy-duty magic weapon had almost become a concept and habit deeply planted in everyone's heart.

If it weren't for Zhao Jingfeng blocking Wu Shenqing's attack with this very delicate-looking sword in his hand, Wu Shenqing would definitely laugh at Zhao Jingfeng for this.

Wu Shenqing's face became slightly solemn, at this moment, facing a freshman who had only been promoted to a martial artist for a few days, he faced it with a correct attitude for the first time.

"Wu Shenqing, since you injured my eldest brother, then don't think about leaving here intact today. Zhao Jingfeng stared at Wu Shenqing with an indifferent face, and said in a deep voice.

Wu Shenqing snorted coldly, and said in an arrogant tone: "Zhao Jingfeng, I admit that I did underestimate you, but if you want to keep me, you have just been promoted to a martial artist with the strength of not having this ability." ”

Zhao Jingfeng sneered again and again, looked at Wu Shenqing with a hint of disdain in his eyes, and said, "If you have the ability, just try it!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Jingfeng's wrist shook slightly, and under his skillful control, Yan Xijian got out of the state of stalemate with the giant sword in Wu Shenqing's hand, Yan Xijian shook slightly, and slapped the sword surface of Wu Shenqing's giant sword fiercely.

"Bell!"

Accompanied by a sound of steel and steel, the giant sword in Wu Shenqing's hand was directly slapped to the side by Yan Xijian, Zhao Jingfeng's long sword, which was only two fingers thick, had a terrifying and powerful force, and when he slapped it, Wu Shenqing's palm holding the sword was numb by the force of the shock.

At the same time, the Yan Xi Sword in Zhao Jingfeng's hand brought a silver-white ray of light in the air, stabbing towards Wu Shenqing's chest at an extremely fast speed.

Wu Shenqing was shocked, the speed of Zhao Jingfeng's sword was so fast that he couldn't catch it at all, in his eyes, he could only see a silver-white light shooting towards him at an incredible speed, and the speed was so fast that he didn't have time to dodge at all, and he couldn't even make a superfluous reaction.

The tip of Yan Xijian's sword pierced Wu Shenqing's Confucian clothes without hindrance, and directly pierced Wu Shenqing's chest, but under Zhao Jingfeng's control, the piercing was not deep.

When he felt the sharp pain in his chest, Wu Shenqing reacted, and his figure immediately retreated rapidly, and as he retreated, Zhao Jingfeng's sword that pierced his chest was also pulled out.

Wu Shenqing glanced at the Confucian clothes on his chest that were constantly stained red with blood, and there was a look of horror in his eyes, at this moment, in his mind, he couldn't help but think of the sword that Zhao Jingfeng had just reached the extreme, so that he couldn't dodge it at all, he swore that from childhood to adulthood, this sword was the fastest sword he had ever seen, and at the same time, he also felt a burst of horror at Zhao Jingfeng's strength in his heart, he really couldn't understand how a freshman who had obviously only been promoted to a martial artist for a few days could have such a strong strength.

Zhao Jingfeng didn't intend to let Wu Shenqing go, he stepped on the mysterious steps, and appeared in front of Wu Shenqing like a ghost, and the Yan Xi sword in his hand slashed into a silvery-white light, which slashed across Wu Shenqing's chest at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

"Ahh

Wu Shenqing let out a miserable scream, only to see that there was already an extra blood mark on his chest, the blood mark spread from the left side of his chest to the right, the wound was deep to the bone, and the bright red blood flowed out violently, and in the blink of an eye, it had already dyed his Confucian clothes red.

The anger in Zhao Jingfeng's eyes was still strong, and he continued to dance the Yan Xi sword, constantly adding wounds one after another on Wu Shenqing's body.

Wu Shenqing's mouth kept screaming, the arrogance on his face had already disappeared, in the face of Zhao Jingfeng's extremely fast swordsmanship, he couldn't dodge at all, his body didn't even have the ability to resist, Zhao Jingfeng's swordsmanship was too fast in his eyes, and the speed of each sword stabbing out seemed to have turned into light, so that he couldn't even see clearly.

Although he was much stronger than Zhao Jingfeng in terms of the strength of his spiritual power, now he had no chance to give full play to the advantage of his spiritual power, and he had completely lost the power to fight back.

The wounds on Wu Shenqing's body continued to increase, each wound looked terrifying, and the bones were visible, and the original clean Confucian clothes were not only scratched out of a few long cracks, but the entire Confucian clothes were gradually dyed blood red, and the red range was still expanding.

Seeing that Wu Shenqing, the most powerful among them, had no power to resist in the hands of Zhao Jingfeng, the dozen or so students around were all stunned, staring at Wu Shenqing, who had completely subverted their cognition, with a look of disbelief on his face.

Xu Yousheng first reflected, although he was also frightened by the strength that Zhao Jingfeng showed at the moment, but when he looked at the more than a dozen companions around him whose strength was at least a junior martial artist, he couldn't help but be bold, and immediately shouted: "Everyone together, no matter how powerful he is, there is only one person, is there so many of us still afraid that he will not be able to do it alone." ”

As he spoke, a pale cyan giant sword appeared in Xu Yousheng's hand, roared angrily, and rushed towards Zhao Jingfeng first.

Hearing Xu Yousheng's words, the rest of the dozen or so students also came back to their senses, looked at the dozen or so companions around them, and the little fear in their hearts that was frightened by the strength shown by Zhao Jingfeng was also swept away, and then, giant swords, big swords, big swords, spears and many other magic weapons appeared in the hands of the dozen or so people, and then rushed towards Zhao Jingfeng with great momentum.

A cold light flashed in Zhao Jingfeng's eyes, and in the face of more than a dozen people whose strength was not weaker than his own, he did not retreat but advanced, and took the initiative to rush into the encirclement of the dozen or so people, and the Yan Xi sword in his hand turned into a silver-white light, stabbing straight into the chest of one of them.

"Poof!"

Zhao Jingfeng's Yan Xi sword easily pierced into the man's chest, and his extremely fast sword was simply not something that the group of students on the opposite side who had not experienced much battle could resist.

"Drink!"

"Die!"

At the same time, Zhao Jingfeng was also surrounded by more than a dozen people, and more than a dozen of various natal soul treasures with strong aura fluctuations attacked Zhao Jingfeng from all directions.

A sneer appeared on Zhao Jingfeng's face, the Yan Xi Sword in his hand exuded a misty sword glow, and a trace of powerful and sharp sword qi emanated from the Yan Xi Sword, and then, Zhao Jingfeng's right arm turned into a phantom, and the Yan Xi Sword was stabbed around by him at a lightning speed.

Every time he stabbed out with a sword, he could accurately hit a magic weapon, and in this short moment of kung fu, Zhao Jingfeng stabbed out more than ten swords in a row.

"Ding!", "Ding!", "Ding!", ......

There was a soft sound of a dense clash of steel in midair, and the sounds were already connected, as if there was only one.

When the Yan Xi Sword in Zhao Jingfeng's hand collided with the dozen or so Natal Soul Treasures that attacked, among the dozen or so students who besieged Zhao Jingfeng, several people with intermediate martial artists, including Xu Yousheng, their faces changed, and then they took a few steps back in unison, and among them, many of them were trembling slightly with their right hands holding magic weapons.

Zhao Jingfeng's sword looks extremely small, but the hidden power on it is very huge, and when these dozen or so people collided with the sword in Zhao Jingfeng's hand for the first time, they were shocked by the powerful shock force generated by the collision of the magic weapon and their arms were numb.

After resisting the attacks of more than a dozen people at the same time, Zhao Jingfeng's face did not change, and his movements did not stop because of this, he stepped on the mysterious trajectory, and shuttled between more than a dozen people with a ghost-like body, and the Yan Xi sword in his hand was danced by him at a very fast speed, and gradually formed a silver-white sword light in front of him, and in the sword light, thousands of sword shadows could be vaguely seen staying in the air, and they disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Ahh

"Ahh

With Zhao Jingfeng's ghostly movement, a scream mixed with pain came from the field, and the desolate scream made some people with weak minds feel creepy when they heard it, and a chill rose from the bottom of their hearts.

Zhao Xiongying, who was covered in blood, stood aside with a wooden expression, staring blankly at the constantly changing directions in the field, and the ghostly Zhao Jingfeng and the dozen or so students who let out desolate screams, at this moment, his brain seemed to have stopped working, and he had completely lost the ability to think.

At this moment, the dozen or so students were all lying on the ground, their pale faces were full of painful looks, and the intact and clean Confucian clothes that were originally worn on them had several more cracks at this moment, and each crack was covered with blood, which had already dyed the Confucian clothes blood-red.

And, as white light continued to flash on their bodies, the wounds on their bodies were also rapidly increasing, from the initial upper body to the thighs.

In the end, the whole body was covered with terrible wounds, and the blood like a fountain flowed out of the body, and soon turned them into bloody people.