"Bang"

The gate on the inside of the peach orchard shattered, and Zhen Feng stepped forward.

The scene in front of him made his face, which was already covered with coldness, even more cold.

In the middle of the field,

Zheng Dachao was covered in blood, lying motionless on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

A martial artist was raising his right foot at this time, ready to step on Zheng Dachao's lower back.

At this time, the martial cultivators sitting around the seven or eight tables had just turned their heads to look at the gate!

Zhen Feng ignored the martial cultivators around him,

His right hand moved slightly,

A cold light suddenly flashed,

The flying knife slashed like a meteor falling, sending a concussion of the air, straight through the knee of Wei Dong's right leg that had just been raised.

"Poof"

Wei Dong's knees shattered like tofu, and the strength he had accumulated instantly dissipated.

"Ah~~~~~h

Wei Dong fell to the ground with a bang, holding his right leg that was almost broken in two with both hands, and screamed.

Zhen Feng didn't kill him directly,

Zhen Feng is not so kind-hearted,

You won't be so easy to kill a beast that tortures a friend like this!

He ignored the dozens of martial cultivators around him, walked quickly through the field, and walked to Zheng Dachao's side,

Looking at Zheng Dachao's almost severed left arm and the scars all over his body, Zhen Feng's heart sank, he bent down and put his fingers on Zheng Dachao's neck, and after a few seconds, Zhen Feng's eyes eased slightly.

Although Dachao fainted, his life was not in danger.

If an ordinary person was injured by these injuries, I am afraid that he would have died a long time ago, but fortunately, the martial cultivator's physique is strong, far beyond ordinary people!

After a slight sigh of relief,

Zhen Feng stood up and looked at the people around him,

His gaze stayed on Liang Feng's face slightly, and then he spoke: "I'm going to take Dachao to the hospital, so I'm very impatient now, give you thirty seconds, tell me, why do you want to deal with Dachao, why ambush me?" ”

"Poof", the delicate-skinned White Pavilion Master laughed, "That flying knife just now is a little interesting!" Being able to throw with this kind of precision and speed means that you do have two shots. But you still want to live today......"

"Huh"

The flying knife is extremely fast,

From the mouth of the white pavilion master who is speaking,

Piercing,

From the back of his neck,

Piercing,

After exploding a huge blood hole,

The flying knife continued to move forward, passing through the peach orchard, and after not knowing how many peach trees it penetrated, it disappeared into the extreme distance.

"Puff"

This delicate-skinned white pavilion owner fell on his back!

He didn't say the second half of his sentence in his life.

"Dad!"

"Master!"

"Pavilion Master!"

"Brother White!"

Shouts rang out all around.

More than a dozen martial arts cultivators rushed to the hall master's side.

After seeing that the White Pavilion Master was already dead, everyone pulled out the sharp blades on their waists and glared at Zhen Feng.

But

In addition to the extremely sad and angry faces of the people in this martial arts hall,

The martial cultivators of the other three martial arts halls, including their three hall masters, looked at Zhen Feng with doubts in their eyes.

If Zhen Feng had just smashed the flying knife in Wei Dong's knee and made them wary of Zhen Feng,

The flying knife that killed the White Pavilion Master had already made them have huge doubts about Zhen Feng!

Zhen Feng's gaze swept over everyone, "There are still twenty seconds left"

Liang Feng, who was pinching his long hair, shook his hand, and his long hair was broken by himself.

The middle-aged high-grade martial cultivator drew his weapon and carefully defended it, and at the same time shouted loudly: "Everyone, the news is wrong, the strength of this Feng Yu Xiu is beyond our expectations!" But after all, he is a mortal body, and he is just one person, everyone will definitely be able to kill him if they go together! ”

"That's right! Together, no matter how powerful his flying knives are, how many can he kill at a time? ”

"Kill him and avenge my dad!"

"Kill him and avenge the master!"

"Let's go up together and smash him!" ......

The martial artists who were killed in the field, their fathers, masters, and hall masters,

and those martial cultivators who were ready to receive a reward for killing, all shouted,

More than 20 people drew the sharp blades in their hands at the same time and rushed towards Zhen Feng, looking eager to break Zhen Feng's body into pieces on the spot.

It's a pity that before they rushed in front of Zhen Feng, everyone stopped.

--------- because Zhen Feng at this time had already pinched a flying knife in his hand again.

Although they didn't believe that Zhen Feng could kill everyone,

But no one wants to be the first to rush over and become the one who died under Zhen Feng's flying knife!

Zhen Feng held the flying knife,

He looked at the martial cultivators who were holding sharp blades and bullying them close but didn't dare to do anything to themselves, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

These are the martial cultivators who are high up, stepping on the heads of others to make a fortune, and cleaning up the lives of others at will!

At this time, facing the small flying knife in his hand,

The martial cultivator who shouted to avenge his father looked dodgy,

The martial arts cultivators who shouted to avenge their master crowded in the middle of the crowd,

Shouting to avenge the owner of the museum, hide at the back of the crowd!

"Ten seconds to go!"

Zhen Feng said in an indifferent voice.

"Prepare to shoot!"

A burst of shouts suddenly rang out.

Suddenly, all the people surrounding Zhen Feng got out of the way and quickly hid to the side.

Around the field, the muzzles of the dozen or so automatic rifles directly spit out flames.

"Bang Bang"

Dozens or hundreds of deadly bullets, with ripples that pierce the air,

Shot towards Zhen Feng's back, chest, and head.

What made Liang Feng and Luo Huhu smile on their faces was that the Feng Yuxiu in front of him didn't make a dodge move.

You must know that although the bullet is fast, the movement of a powerful martial artist is also very fast, as long as you dodge in time, there is always a chance to dodge, but if you don't dodge......

But a second later,

The smiles on their faces froze.

The two of them looked at the scene in front of them, revealing frightened eyes, and with the same expressions as the two of them, there were more than twenty people around them, as well as those martial cultivators who were shooting.

------ Zhen Feng at this moment, he didn't make any dodging moves,

------ he stood where he was, and his upper body was hit by bullets.

------ but those bullets that were enough to easily take away human life hit his body, but they only exploded into clusters of sparks, which could not penetrate his skin at all, and could not even leave any marks on his skin, not even a small wound appeared!

Those sturdy bullets hit Zhen Feng's body, all of them were squeezed, and then they bounced off and fell, making a clanging sound.

The gunfire stopped.

The magazines of more than a dozen martial cultivators have been emptied,

Zhen Feng's feet also fell to the ground with a bullet.

"Force...... Wrestlers! ”

The beard spit out this sentence with difficulty, and then turned his head and ran wildly without hesitation.

The skin that can bounce off bullets can only be possessed by wrestlers, this is the consensus of all martial arts cultivators in Zhao Kingdom!

Then

Zhen Feng frowned, he raised his hand and touched his ear,

A bullet stuck in an ear hole was thrown to the ground by him,

He frowned and looked around, "Who is it?" Hit so accurately! ”

No one answered him,

These martial cultivators who had broken his body to pieces a few seconds ago had all scattered and fled.

Whether it is a son, an apprentice, a librarian or a librarian,

No one dares to face the wrath of a wrestler here!

As for receiving the reward, avenging the father, avenging the master, or whatever...... Now they're completely left behind!

Liang Feng is the earliest to run, earlier and faster than the beard,

He casually pushed down several of his apprentices,

The first one rushed into the hallway,

What he doesn't understand the most at the moment is that since this Feng Yuxiu is a wrestler, why would he go to the Jade Scale Team to play an exhibition match, and pretend to be a top grade, is the wrestler so boring!

He also didn't understand why he always ran into Lux today! One after another, are the wrestlers so idle?

At this very moment,

Liang Feng, who was running, suddenly heard a voice in the distance,

"It's time."