Chen Feimu sent Xuan Bei to lead the Shaolin monks to go silently, and there was an inexplicable sense of emptiness in his heart for a while, as if the walker named Jueyuan was also in that group of people, gradually drifting away. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info was in a trance, a spiked voice sounded loudly, but it was a middle-aged man, with a smile on his face, but his words were very polite, and he carried a single knife in his hand and mocked Chen Fei: "It turns out that this is the Shaolin faction, and the evil demon is in company, but let us take a look for a while, if the surnamed Wang is lucky not to die, he must announce this matter to the world, so that this Jianghu knows the so-called righteous sect, friends, and yes or no?" The last voice was to turn around and say to the heroes in this courtyard, I thought I could win a full applause, but I didn't expect that only a few people were sparse and sparse to cater to, and I was a little embarrassed for a while.

This person was embarrassed and didn't know what to say, but he heard a chuckle behind him, and the faces of the heroes in front of him changed greatly, and several acquaintances and friends had already pulled out their waist blades and rushed up, but they only felt a pain in their hearts when they were puzzled, and the surrounding vision turned sharply, and then they fell into a dark silence.

"If that's the case, I won't spare your life. Pulling out his long sword from this person and bringing up a warm blood flower, Chen Fei whispered softly with a little regret, there was no expression on his face, only Qiao Feng behind him could see that his left hand on his waist was trembling slightly, and he knew in his heart that his righteous brother was probably the first time to kill someone, afraid that he would be in a trance at this time, so he immediately laughed heroically: "The virtuous brother is a good kung fu, but he has never lost to compete with others since he entered the rivers and lakes for his brother, but this time is no exception!" The palm of his hand was raised, the surging palm power burst out, several people in front of Chen Fei had already been hit by the power of the splitting palm, and the blood spurted out of his mouth, he used force under his feet, rushed into the crowd with the momentum, elbowed and punched, palm splitting and kicking, although it was the simplest action, at this time he made it but it was also extraordinary, and in an instant, several people fell to the ground, everyone was panicked, and subconsciously pulled the distance back, but it was a hula around these two people to give up a big blank circle, hundreds of famous masters surrounded the two young people but did not dare to step forward, if the people in the rivers and lakes could see this scene, they would never believe it。

You Ji saw it and shouted loudly: "Everyone is leaning against the wall, this thief is fierce, don't fight!" Originally, this large group of people were crowded together, and there were only a few people who could really fight with Qiao Feng, and the fight just now lasted only a few breaths, and the swords, guns, swords, and halberds danced in all directions, and there were more injuries in the hands of their own people than in the hands of Qiao Feng.

Qiao Feng laughed loudly when he saw this: "But I came to understand the means of Juxian Zhuang You's two heroes." Left palm together, far away a big wine jar towards You Ji flew away, You Ji palmed one, not waiting for the palm to slap open the wine jar, but heard a dragon groan, a large wine jar in front of him turned into thousands of pieces, a dragon-shaped energy with the wine like a water dragon roared towards him, sharp broken tiles under this fierce force like thousands of steel darts flying around, You Ji suffered a few pieces of face, a piece of blood on his face, but he did not dare to be careless, his hands were full of strength, his eyes were wide open to resist this dragon-shaped energy, the palm of the tiger mouth was slightly numb, looking at Qiao Feng who was like a tiger in the crowd, a hint of bitterness appeared on his resolute face.

This time, I'm afraid I'm going to bleed like a river.

Although Qiao Feng had fought to the end at this time, he was still standing in front of Chen Fei, bearing a lot of pressure in vain, and there was no shortage of clever people in the courtyard, at this time, I thought that the young walker had not yet made a move except for killing one person at the beginning, I am afraid that it is a disciple of a senior in Shaolin, but he has never seen blood, and at this time it should be a trance when he is in a trance, just start!

Glancing at each other, several capable men dressed in the Canghai Gang slowly withdrew from the crowd, and moved closer to Chen Fei's direction with the help of the figures of heroes from various factions, and after a closer look, this person's face was a little pale, and his pupils were dazed, and he no longer hesitated at the moment, three long swords stabbed towards the big acupoint around Chen Fei's body, the tip of the sword was weak and weak at the beginning, but it suddenly became strong halfway, bringing up three almost undetectable wind-breaking sounds, which was the secret mastery of the Canghai Gang standing in the rivers and lakes.

These three swords are extremely hidden, and the momentum is extremely fast, even Qiao Feng is a little caught off guard, he is in a hurry, the palm in his hand is surging, and he forced away the front few people with a move, and his right arm hurriedly blocked in front of Chen Fei who was dazed, he was the internal strength of the external achievement, and the horizontal practice was also extremely strong, the three swords that attacked just stirred up three blood flowers and were caught by his muscles, and he couldn't advance an inch, the three of them saw that the situation was not good, and decisively abandoned the sword, and the figure flashed and was already away from Qiao Feng, and when he was secretly relieved in his heart, he saw a gray shadow like thunder rushing through the throat of the three people, bringing up three canopies of blood, but it was an eight-sided Han sword, The three of them looked at Chen Fei, who was holding a sword at this time, in disbelief, and fell to the ground softly holding his throat, struggling a few times before he stopped.

"Big brother。。。。。 Chen Fei looked at the sword wound on Qiao Feng's right arm, his eyes showed a trace of guilt, plundering the lives of the same kind was far more shocking than Chen Fei himself expected for a person who grew up in a society governed by the rule of law, at that time he almost lost control of his body, and could only watch Qiao Feng stand in front of him, until Qiao Feng's warm blood splashed on his face, he regained control of his body, and instantly shot and killed the three people of the Canghai Gang, but at this time, there was no trace of discomfort, and he only felt an impulse surging in his heart。

"Hahaha, it's just a small injury, why bother? But I want to congratulate the virtuous brother on stepping into the rivers and lakes. Turning around and shooting a person who was plotting, Qiao Feng laughed heroically, and didn't say much, when his body was flying, he had already begun to take the initiative to shoot, and a soaring dragon phantom hovered behind him, making his punch and kick all accompanied by dragon shape, and his strength was even more extraordinary, but after a few breaths, he knocked away several people who could stalemate with Qiao Feng together, although they did not take their lives, but they were all unconscious under the shock of energy.

Seeing Qiao Feng's bravery, the corners of Chen Fei's mouth showed a somewhat complicated smile, he reached out and tapped the blood-stained eight-sided Han sword, and murmured softly: "Yes。。。。。。 has entered the rivers and lakes. The hand holding the sword was slightly forced, and a crisp sword groan, accompanied by a brilliant sword light, struck the heroes in the courtyard.

Dharma sword style, this long-retired peerless martial arts, in this small Juxian Village, bloomed blood-colored flowers, and the low sword roar accompanied by the high dragon roar raged in all directions, which is destined to become a lingering nightmare in the hearts of many people.

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