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A sneer appeared on the corner of Zhao Jingfeng's mouth, if he faced the thunderous attack of the Flying Tiger a year ago, he would definitely have to avoid the edge for the time being, and he would not dare to touch it, but now he is not what it used to be.

A layer of hazy sword light emerged from Yan Xi's sword, enveloping Yan Xi's entire Zhao Fengfeng, and then turned into a silver-white lightning bolt and stabbed towards the giant axe without fear.

Seeing that Zhao Jingfeng did not dodge and bumped into himself, the Flying Tiger's eyes flashed with coldness, and he obviously felt extremely stupid for Zhao Jingfeng's behavior. He fought against Zhao Jingfeng a year ago, and when he knew Zhao Jingfeng very well in his heart, he didn't believe that Zhao Jingfeng's strength could grow to the same height as himself in this year's time.

The Flying Tiger let out a low shout, and the spiritual power on the giant axe couldn't help but become a little stronger, piercing the sky with a thunderous momentum, trying to destroy Zhao Jingfeng's natal soul treasure in one fell swoop.

"Ding!"

The two natal soul treasures that are completely disproportionate in size collided together in mid-air, and the spiritual power contained in the natal soul treasure collided with each other, and suddenly broke out with a roaring sound, turning into a visible aura ripple, with the two natal soul treasures as the center, and quickly spread towards the surroundings, when these aura ripples reached the ground, the hard stone slab was like a piece of tofu cracked inch by inch, and the cracks like spider webs spread rapidly to the surroundings.

Just when the two Natal Soul Treasures collided together, the Flying Tiger's face changed suddenly, and his eyes looked at Zhao Jingfeng in disbelief, and in the depths of his eyes, there was a little horror.

A year ago, if Zhao Jingfeng hadn't relied on his speed to play a game of hide and seek with him with the help of the complex terrain in the jungle, he pinched Zhao Jingfeng to death as simple as pinching an ant, but a year later, the original ant had grown to the height of being able to confront him head-on, and such a fast progress made the Flying Tiger feel unbelievable.

Even, the Flying Tiger felt that Zhao Jingfeng at this time and Zhao Jingfeng at the beginning were not one person at all, but two people, because the difference between Zhao Jingfeng's strength after a year and a year ago was too big.

Zhao Jingfeng staggered back a few steps, although he was already able to resist the attack of the Flying Tiger on the front, but still could not achieve the point of parity, although the Flying Tiger is an intermediate martial king, and his strength is limited than him, but because he has the spiritual power of the earth spirit root, he has a unique advantage, and his combat power is far inferior to even the ordinary masters at the peak of the Martial King.

On the other hand, the Flying Tiger was still standing firmly in the middle of the field, but his feet had sunk into the ground to a depth of about an inch.

"Boy, I didn't expect that in the past year, your strength has progressed so terrifyingly. The Flying Tiger stared at Zhao Jingfeng with a gloomy face, and said in a deep voice: "But no matter how much progress you make, I will leave you here forever today." With that, the Flying Tiger rushed towards Zhao Jingfeng again.

Zhao Jingfeng waved the long sword in his hand, and saw a sword qi full of sharp qi break free from the shackles of the long sword, and shoot towards the oncoming Flying Tiger like lightning.

In the face of the sword qi that shot out, the Flying Tiger did not dodge or dodge, and the giant axe in his hand exuded earthy yellow spiritual power and immediately crossed in front of him.

When Zhao Jingfeng's sword qi shot out attacked the giant axe in the Flying Tiger's hand, the powerful impact force made the Flying Tiger's body rush forward slightly, but the speed did not slow down much. However, at this moment, Zhao Jingfeng's figure shook slightly, and he had already turned into an afterimage, quickly rushing towards the Flying Tiger.

"Looking for death!" Seeing that Zhao Jingfeng actually took the initiative to rush over, the Flying Tiger's eyes flashed, and the giant axe in his hand slashed out with surging spiritual power, and the giant axe cut through the sky, making a piercing sound of breaking the air.

This time, Zhao Jingfeng did not collide with it, dodging the attack of the Flying Tiger Giant Axe, and at the same time, Yan Xijian turned into a silver-white light, stabbing towards the throat of the Flying Tiger at a speed as fast as lightning.

The speed of this sword was very fast, more than twice as fast as the attack speed of the Flying Tiger Giant Axe, and when the Flying Tiger reacted, Yan Xijian was only less than two feet away from his throat.

Although Zhao Jingfeng and the Flying Tiger were completely at a disadvantage when they collided head-on, his strength was not pure strength, but speed, which was so fast that the opponent didn't have time to react.

"What a fast sword. The Flying Tiger's face changed suddenly, but he was also experienced in a hundred battles, and powerful earth spirit power surged out from his body, instantly enveloping his entire upper body inside.

When Yan Xi's sword stabbed on the defensive cover that was completely condensed by the earth spirit power outside the Flying Tiger's body, the entire sword body paused slightly, and the pace of progress was suddenly blocked, but the next moment, a strong sword qi burst out from Yan Xi's sword, and instantly broke through the defense formed by the earth spirit power, and continued to stab towards his neck.

However, after this delay, the Flying Tiger had already withdrawn, and the giant axe in his hand slashed towards Yan Xi's sword.

With a twist of Zhao Jingfeng's wrist, Yan Xi's sword turned into a silver-white sword shadow and instantly stabbed out three swords, each sword accurately hit the same position of the giant axe, and the power of the three consecutive swords seemed to be completely overlapped, forming a more huge force, and the giant axe with a thousand great power was forced to return to the original way.

The Flying Tiger held the handle of the giant axe tightly with both hands, his face was full of disbelief, Zhao Jingfeng's three consecutive swords stabbed on the giant axe, and the power was so powerful that his hands holding the giant axe were slightly numb.

"Is this person in front of you really the same Zhao Jingfeng from a year ago?" Flying Tiger asked secretly in his heart, he really couldn't believe that it had only been a little more than a year, and Zhao Jingfeng's strength had improved to such an extent.

However, just when the Flying Tiger had just turned this thought in his eyes, he saw a silver-white light stabbing towards him at a speed that was not slower than before, and just when the Flying Tiger came back to his senses, Yan Xijian was already close to his throat, and the sharp sword qi on the tip of the sword had already stabbed the Flying Tiger's throat with a faint pain, and there was already a trace of blood.

The Flying Tiger was shocked, and between life and death, his head immediately twisted, driving his entire neck to the side.

"Whoosh!"

Just as the Flying Tiger had just dodged, a cool breeze blew through his neck, accompanied by a faint pain.

The sharp blade of Yan Xijian's sword almost grazed the neck of the Flying Tiger, but the hazy sword light on the sword body that spread out just touched the neck of the Flying Tiger, but despite this, due to the limitation of distance, the hazy sword light only cut through the outer layer of skin on the neck of the Flying Tiger. If he dodged slowly, even if he couldn't be directly stabbed by Yan Xi's sword, the layer of sword light on Yan Xi's sword alone was enough to bring him fatal damage.

The Flying Tiger's body immediately retreated, and with a burst of shouting, the surging earthy yellow spiritual power broke out of his body, enveloping his entire body, and then almost subconsciously reached out and touched his neck directly, only to see that the palm of his hand was already stained with blood.

A bone-chilling chill rose from the bottom of the Flying Tiger's heart, and his face became a little pale, Zhao Jingfeng's strength had completely exceeded his expectations.

At this moment, the Flying Tiger couldn't help but wonder, with his own strength, could he really catch the murderer of his son in front of him?

"Ladies and gentlemen, please help me. The Flying Tiger did not hesitate at all, and immediately said loudly to some people who were still standing on the sidelines watching the excitement.

Hearing the Flying Tiger's cry for help, the few people who were invited by the Flying Tiger hesitated slightly, and then shot towards Zhao Jingfeng one after another, blocking Zhao Jingfeng's way.

"Who dares to make trouble in my flying family, I can't live impatiently. ”

At this moment, a loud voice suddenly came, and as soon as the words fell, I saw that at the back of the mansion of the Fei Su family, a figure came from the eaves in the distance, and soon came to the fighting field, this person was in his forties, wearing a luxurious white robe, and his appearance was somewhat similar to the Flying Tiger.

When this person's eyes fell on the embarrassed Flying Tiger, his expression couldn't help but tighten, and he walked quickly to the Flying Tiger, and asked with a concerned face: "Big brother, are you okay?" This person is the Flying Tiger's own brother, the Flying Leopard.

The Flying Tiger shook his head slightly, and said in a low tone, "I'm fine." ”

The flying leopard glanced around, and finally his gaze fell on Zhao Jingfeng, a trace of strong killing intent flashed in his eyes, and asked, "Big brother, who is he." ”

Hearing this, the Flying Tiger stared at Zhao Jingfeng gloomily, gritted his teeth and said, "Second brother, he is the murderer of your nephew." ”

Hearing this, the Flying Leopard's face changed suddenly, and he suddenly became gloomy, staring at Zhao Jingfeng with a murderous face, and said in a deep voice: "It turns out that you are the one who killed my nephew Pegasus Liang." ”

Zhao Jingfeng's eyes swept over the two Flying Tiger brothers, and finally stopped at the few people in front of him, there were seven of them in total, except for the two old men, the remaining five were middle-aged men, from the aura emanating from these people, Zhao Jingfeng had already noticed that each of the seven people who stopped him had the strength of a martial king, and the two old men and a middle-aged man in a black tight-fitting suit were already at the peak of the martial king.

"Few, this is the personal favor of me and the Feifu family, it has nothing to do with you, do you really want to get involved?" Zhao Jingfeng stared at the seven people in front of him with a flat face, and said in a flat tone.

Hearing this, the seven people looked at each other, their brows furrowed slightly, they had seen Zhao Jingfeng's strength with their own eyes before, where was it as simple as the Flying Tiger said, with their eyesight, they could naturally see that the Flying Tiger almost died in the hands of Zhao Jingfeng before, with the strength that Zhao Jingfeng had shown before, it had already made the seven of them jealous in their hearts. It's just that because of their deep friendship with the Flying Tigers, they had to stand up when the Flying Tigers were in danger.

Seeing that the seven people on the other side were silent, Zhao Jingfeng couldn't help but have a sneer on his face, and said, "Since that's the case, then don't blame me for being rude." As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Jingfeng's arm shook, and Yan Xi's sword turned into a sword shadow in the sky and shrouded the seven people in front of him.

These seven people were full of solemnity, and they didn't dare to be careless, and immediately sacrificed their own natal soul treasures to resist the sword shadows in the sky.

Zhao Jingfeng's sword was very fast, and the frequency of stabbing was also incredibly fast, with one battle of seven, not only did not fall into the disadvantage, but also completely suppressed the seven people.

The sword qi in the field was vertical and horizontal, and the sword qi that burst out from time to time flew around, piercing the bodies of the guards of the flying fluff family who surrounded the surroundings, and the ripples of aura caused by the collision of the magic weapon spread out, crushing the solid stone slabs on the ground into pieces, and the crisp sound from the collision of the magic weapon was endless.

In just two breaths, Zhao Jingfeng and the seven people have already fought dozens of rounds like lightning, and at this moment, the faces of the seven people have become more solemn than ever, although they knew that Zhao Jingfeng's sword speed was very fast, but at this moment, they personally experienced it, and they deeply understood how terrifying Zhao Jingfeng's sword was.

In this short time, two of them were injured because they couldn't dodge, if it wasn't for someone next to them who made a timely move to block Zhao Jingfeng's next attack, I am afraid that they would not be able to hold out for a few rounds under Zhao Jingfeng's dense attack like a raging storm.

Seeing that Zhao Jingfeng was still so fierce with one enemy and seven, the Flying Tiger and the Flying Leopard did not dare to delay in the slightest, and the two immediately joined the battle, joining forces with the seven people, gathering the power of nine martial kings to fight Zhao Jingfeng.

In the distance, the guards of the Fei Su family also stood far away, staring intently at the wonderful fight of the scene, the battle between the ten martial kings, and the scene of nine people besieging one person, such a wonderful scene is rare in a remote small place like Cili City, although the sword qi that bursts out from time to time in the field will bring them some damage, but this does not scare them at all.

Zhao Jingfeng's figure had turned into a white phantom and moved back and forth quickly, dodging the attacks around him while giving a counterattack, and Yan Xi's sword had formed a sword shadow in his hand, stabbing towards the nine people at a lightning speed.

"Ding!"

With the crisp clanging sound of a magic weapon colliding, Zhao Jingfeng's Yan Xi Sword blocked the natal soul treasure cut from the front, and at this moment, a cold wind struck from behind.

Hearing only a slight sound of breaking the air, the cold wind pressed on Zhao Jingfeng's back, pressing the clothes on his back tightly against his back, only to see a wide giant axe exuding earthy yellow spiritual power slashing towards his back.