"Door master, that young man is Blood Rose, do you need to make a move!"

In the box on the east side, six monks with maces in their hands stood majestically, their eyes also pointing directly at Qin Feng's battlefield.

"What are the girls of the ghost clan, what is the movement!" Behind the white jade bead curtain, a hoarse voice came out, like an octogenarian, showing a sense of twilight.

"Ghost King, there is still no movement!" said a big man, frowning, confused.

The hoarse voice came from afar again, saying, "The enemy doesn't move, I don't move!"

"Yes, but the monks of the Xuanming Sect have already made a move, so it is better to fish in troubled waters, capture Yang Ye first, and force him to tell the secret of Xuanzang!" Dahan said again.

"Didn't you hear what the master of this door said, or ...... You're deaf!"

The hoarse voice was cold, obviously the master was angry, even the air was instantly frozen, and the big man was even more cold sweat, and his body couldn't help trembling, as if there was an invisible killing hand, only tightly locking his throat lifeline.

"The master of the door spares his life!" The big man hurriedly knelt on the ground, sweating coldly, and didn't dare to say anything more.

"Feng Yi, you and my uncle and nephew, fall to your knees like this. Let me be a nephew and how to deal with myself!"

With a hoarse voice, a handsome young man walked out from behind the beaded curtain with a grim expression.

Although the young man is calm on the surface, he hides a murderous intention, and the uncle and nephew he talks about are just angry reprimands in disguise.

The most bizarre thing is that he looks like a teenager, and his voice is so hoarse, not a disguise, as if he is an old man in the twilight.

This group of people is the overlord of Liaoyuan City, the Seven Shark Gate, and the young man is the master of the Gate, the Wind Shark.

"Seven Shark Gate, you are the master, I am the minister, don't mess up! The big man knelt on the ground, his body trembled, and he didn't dare to raise his head at all.

"Hmph, you also know that in the Seven Sharks Gate, I am the master!"

The young man stood with his hands in his hands and suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of tyranny and murderous aura.

............

Happy Forest, on the third floor, the battle continues, and the killing does not stop at all.

"Hehe, Brother Feng, let's Bibi. Let's see who kills the most, how!"

Zhuo Buqun's temperament has changed greatly, like a butcher, fast as a ghost, exuding a cold and lonely atmosphere, every time the sword falls, there will be a life, becoming a soul under the sword.

Compared with before, Zhuo Buqun's sword is more tricky, sharper, more furious, and less domineering killing.

"Good!"

Qin Feng was also furious, his spiritual power roared wildly, holding a mad knife, cutting off the head of a man in black, laughing wildly.

Bloody, bloody Qinglou, a monk of the Xuanming Sect. They are all extremely powerful, but they are still not the enemies of the two of them, some of them were cut off by a sword, and some were split in half by a sword.

"You go and capture Yang Ye, these two boys, just leave them to me!"

Seeing that the black-clothed guard was beaten by Qin Feng without temper, the black-clothed leader looked cold and lonely, and drank it back!

"Yes, Yan Jun!"

Hearing the order, the man in black hurriedly retreated, turned around and ran towards Yang Ye under the table.

"Haha, Brother Zhuo, we don't seem to have said a bet before!"

Qin Feng was holding a blood-dripping knife, laughing heartily, and the clothes on his body were also stained red with blood, but he was not afraid at all, but he liked the feeling of blood and rain very much.

"Bet on you!"

Zhuo Buqun also killed happily, he thought that the first to kill was the disciple of the Canglan faction, but he never thought that after waiting for a long time, he still didn't see the ghost of the other party, which was really weird.

In fact, the Canglan faction and the Evil Alliance received rumors. said that Blood Rose and Zhuo Buqun were going to the Seven Sharks Gate, so they rushed to encircle and suppress them non-stop.

But he never thought that Qin Feng and the others would dare to stay in Liaoyuan City, which caused a mistake. As a result, the disciples of the Canglan Sect were still outside the woods of the Seven Sharks Gate, waiting for the rabbits, waiting for Qin Feng's self-defeat.

"Whoever kills more people will stay to deal with this Yan Jun, and protect Yang Ye less, how about it!" Qin Feng's eyes were blazing, and he squinted at Zhuo Buqun and smiled.

"Okay, I'll kill sixteen!" said Zhuo Buqun with a smile.

"Sixteen!"

The black-clothed drinkers around him, hearing Zhuo Buqun's words, gasped when they looked at the bloody corpses under their feet, and in just a few breaths, Zhuo Buqun had already killed sixteen people.

"Hehe, you're losing, I'm seventeen!"

Qin Feng tightened the mad knife in his hand, stared at the black-clothed Yan Jun in front of him, and laughed coldly.

"Impossible, you obviously only made ten cuts!" Zhuo Buqun said in shock.

Although before the battle. Zhuo Buqun still looked at Qin Feng, the process of the other party's slaughter, he was very clear, ten knives, only ten knives!

"Hehe, Brother Zhuo, look at the corpse under your feet, there are thirty-three in total, go out of your sixteen, I'm afraid the rest is mine!"

The momentum on Qin Feng's body soared wildly, at this time, it was like a tyrant knife, from Yan Jun's body, he felt a deadly aura, very powerful, Zhuo Buqun was definitely not an opponent.

"A knife is executed, it is powerful, Zhuo Mou is willing to fall into the wind!"

Zhuo Buqun looked at the bloody corpse under his feet, his eyes were full of amazement, the sword he used, the knife Qin Feng used, so he could easily distinguish who killed the bloody corpse under his feet!

Seeing the smooth knife marks on the deceased's body, Zhuo Buqun's heart couldn't help trembling, it was rumored that Blood Rose was proficient in swordsmanship and knew how to punish the secret arts, it seemed that the rumors were true.

With an unpopular sword, it can be like this, once Qin Feng uses swordsmanship, will he still be an opponent.

At this moment, Zhuo Buqun finally faced himself squarely, recognized Qin Feng's terribleness, and his heart rose with unconfidence.

"I have to admit that you are indeed very powerful, and Ben Yan Jun has also looked away!"

Yan Jun stood with his hands in his hands, the hungry wolf scimitar in his hand, he didn't know when it had been sheathed, and when he took a step, Qin Feng walked over.

"Six Swords!"

A trace of solemnity flashed in Qin Feng's eyes, he suddenly raised his head, and his figure suddenly disappeared, turning into a shocking sword, slashing towards Yan Jun's head and face!

Yan Jun's strength is unfathomable, Qin Feng doesn't dare to be careless, if he uses the Demon Qi, he can still fight, but now he doesn't expose his strength and suppress the spiritual power of the Demon Qi, I'm afraid it is not enough to kill Yan Jun.

The monstrous killing intent spread throughout the Qinglou, and the restaurants on the third floor were all shocked, and they all used their spiritual power to isolate the fierce breath.

Qin Feng's knife, bursting out with brilliant light, was still on the way. But it disappeared suddenly, disappeared without a trace, and disappeared along with the killing intent.

"How is it possible, such a fast knife!"

The drunkard on the third floor, seeing this strange scene, his expression changed drastically, and he couldn't help trembling, assuming that he was in it, and he was suddenly even more frightened.

"No, it's not just fast, it's a knife of nothingness, the real artistic conception!" There is no shortage of people with excellent eyesight among its drinkers, who clearly capture its real knife.

"Artistic conception, at a young age, less than an adult, to be able to comprehend the sword intent, it's really terrifying!"

"Yes, it is rumored that the Blood Rose uses a sword, now. He doesn't have a sword in his hand, but he's still ......."

"God, as a swordsman, he shouldn't be ......"

"He's still hiding his strength!"

...... The drinkers who witnessed everything instantly dissected Qin Feng clearly.

However, Qin Feng was not as relaxed as it seemed on the surface, his sword was indeed sharp, but it was still inferior to a knife, and using a sword would only weaken his strength.

"Hey, good attack power!"

Yan Jun's steps paused slightly, a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes, and he slowly raised his right arm...... (To be continued.) )