"Gladly. Wu Feng smiled at Ren Yao.

"It's just that Commander Xie killed so many of my brothers in a previous battle method, and even caused the death of the two demon kings under my command, what is the explanation?" Ren Xiaoxiao said in a sudden tone.

"On the battlefield, everything is only about victory, and the soldiers in the village are your brothers at this moment, but they are all rebels at that time. As for the death of the giant and the Yaichi, it was indeed unexpected, and I am sorry, but if it is on my head, it is not reasonable. Wu Feng said calmly.

"Hey......" Ren Xiaoxiao chuckled, and the laughter seemed to be disdainful.

But I heard Wu Feng suddenly say: "Master Renzhai, as you said, Dream Seeking Village does not have a motive to attack our white-clothed camp, right?"

Ren Yao smiled: "Of course. ”

Wu Feng said: "But why do I feel that you have murderous intent towards us?"

Ren Xiaoxiao smiled and showed a slight shock: "Killing intent, why do you say this?"

Wu Feng smiled: "If you only talk about dream-hunting, there is indeed no motive. However, the group of wealthy clans who swore an oath to the white-clothed camp did not dare to attack the friendly army directly, and they could not see the white-clothed camp making a fortune, but they could entrust you to do it. Before I set off, I felt that there was something unusual about the movements of the wealthy clans, and I wanted to come to Ren and take a lot of silver from them. ”

"Commander Xie, you can't help but think too much...... Before the words fell, Ren Yaoxiao's eyes bloomed a little cold, and he suddenly flashed up, and the white jade cup broke through the wind and attacked Wu Feng!

The cold wind blew strongly, making Ren Xiaoxiao's body fluttering, and the silver armor flickered more and more, revealing a vast chill.

He originally wanted to start at the celebration banquet, but now that Wu Feng has found out about this matter, he can't help it.

The flying sword swirled, blooming with a rich black light, revealing a cold killing intent.

This white jade cup is mainly made of miserable white ice god jade, but the core is dark and translucent gold ugin.

Ugin, a heterogeneous treasure that fell from the sky, will turn black after being buried in the ground for thousands of years. And pan gold. After excavation, you can rely on the secret method to refine it into a divine weapon treasure. However, when Ugin is excavated and blown by the cold wind, it will turn into stubborn iron, which must be preserved.

Ice god jade is the jade of coldness. And Ugin absorbs the essence of the earth's qi and hides the murderous intent. At this time, Ren Xiaoxiao sent this lamp with all his might, and the earth-shattering killing intent in Ugin and the chill of the Ice God Jade were mixed together, attacking and killing, murderous and cold. It seems that Wu Feng is going to freeze the whole thing.

Ren Yao smiled and walked with the lamp, swaying in the air, as if a man and a weapon were one, and attacked Wu Feng.

Seeing that Ren Xiaoxiao had already made a move, Xie Siyuan and Shuo Jian also sacrificed their swords, and the only remaining demon king group cat in the battle cave waved their steel claws, each spitting out murderous aura, and pounced in this direction.

But Song Shannei, Qin Yu, Jiang Ye and others also swung their spears, and the spears contained a strong wind to block them. The so-called one inch is long and one inch strong. The spear is most suitable for joint combat, and several squad leaders dance the spear together, and the combat effectiveness will naturally increase greatly.

However, the soldiers did not immediately start firing together, but confronted each other, gradually forming a formation.

Wu Feng snorted coldly, stepped on the straw, and his body flicked, like an eagle falcon soaring into the air, rising from the void.

Ren Xiaoxiao is an indomitable way to attack and kill. Unexpectedly, without any protection, the white jade cup stirred, and the black light was like mercury pouring into the ground, directly taking Wu Feng's whole body.

Sword Mangsen Han. Corresponding to the frost of thousands of miles, it is like an endless autumn frost and solemnity, and between the moments, all of them are absorbed in the cold light of the white jade cup.

Wu Feng was not afraid, his red sword was across the sky, and Ling Xuan was agitated. Fight with Ren Xiaoxiao's white jade cup, both offensive and defensive.

The body moved parallel to the blade of the sword, like a golden lightning bolt.

Dragon Electric Sword.

This sword, like a dragon in the clouds, gallops thousands of miles in the sky, gods and ghosts, breaking the sky, but with a flick of the fingers.

Ren Xiaoxiao was in a hurry to merge with fire, but he used a very fast fighting style, and Wu Feng also responded with a fast sword, but in a moment, the two of them faced each other with more than 20 swords, and the clanging sound was endless.

Coming and going, the sword rushes into the sky. The exchange was swift, and the cold light shot the bullfighting.

The strength of the two is similar, it can be said that the opponent will meet the good material, and in a moment, it is naturally impossible to distinguish the superior.

Suddenly, I saw a cold glint flashing in Ren Yaoxiao's eyes.

The cold light of the white jade cup suddenly soared, like ten days in the sky, directly taking Wu Feng's left rib.

The blow seemed to cut through the void through eternity, shuttling in and out, with the flickering light of the Kalachakra, as if to silence time.

Undoubtedly, Ren Xiaoxiao hid his strength when he fought with Wu Feng before.

"Die!" Ren Yao smiled and thundered, secretly using the power of the Demon Gate, wanting to shake Wu Feng's mind with this sound and kill him with one blow!

But Wu Feng not only looked as usual, but also bloomed with golden streamers all around his body in an instant, more than the white cold light of Ren Xiaoxiao's laughter, his body turned suddenly, his right hand blocked Ren Xiaoxiao's white jade cup with a red sword, and his left hand was a sharp flip, which directly took Ren Xiaoxiao's heart!

At this moment, Wu Feng's eyes revealed a strong sense of pride, as deep as being able to see through the eternals, as if everything in the world was under his control!

Ren Xiaoxiao and Wu Feng's magical eyes looked at each other.

In an instant, he suddenly felt an indescribable fear. The brilliance in those pupils seemed to penetrate the bottom of his heart.

He seemed to see a mountain of corpses, a sea of blood, and a red lotus fire surging, burning the sky. Everything is destroyed in slaughter.

However, in the midst of endless destruction, there is still a pair of calm and cold eyes!

Ren Xiaoxiao was born in the Northern Demon Sect, but the Demon Sect does not consider itself a demon, and often calls itself a holy religion and a divine sect. And at this moment, Ren Xiaoxiao almost thought that he had seen the real demon.

Ten million times more terrifying than the ancestor of the Demon Dao Monk, the supreme true demon!

This emotion came from nowhere, but Ren Xiaoxiao had an extremely ominous premonition. How can there be such a strange mood when everything prevails?

However, the river of fate often has its harbingers. When Ren Xiaoxiao saw everything he shouldn't have seen, the Grim Reaper had already come and rang the bell of the soul.

Above the sky, the cold wind is surging, and the sword is agitated!

In an instant, the two of them were staggered, and blood flowed sideways.

While!

A metallic sound pierced the sky.

Ren Yao laughed at the white jade cup and hit Wu Feng's thigh, scraping off a piece of flesh, and the blood flowed endlessly.

But Wu Feng's palm was even more covered with blood, and he was holding a huge thing on it, as if he was spurting blood!

Wu Feng's whole body was covered with red plasma, like a Shura ghost who had come out of hell!

Ren Xiaoxiao suddenly let out a cry of pain and flew down from the sky.

His pupils dilated dramatically, revealing a look of shock and incredulity.

It was only at this moment that he felt a sharp pain that penetrated his body.

"I remembered the story of two feet and five inches, right?" Wu Feng, who was covered in blood, had an unusually calm tone, as if he was coming from between Sen Luo.

And Ren Xiaoxiao also thought at this moment that the young man in front of him should not exist in this world, he should be from the Demon Prison Senluo!

Wu Feng had just released the Rock Collapse Palm, broke his spine behind Ren Xiaoxiao, and pulled out Ren Xiaoxiao's heart with one claw.

When he spoke to provoke Ren Xiaoxiao and caused a fire, Wu Feng quietly swallowed the heart of Xueyan given to him by Deng Aihou, which is an important hole card for him today. The Heart of Snow Rock can greatly increase the lethality of the Rock Collapse Palm in a short period of time, and the lower the strength, the more it will be strengthened.

But the reason why he was able to kill Ren Xiaoxiao in an instant was because of the starting position he chose.

A martial arts master in the Middle Ages once said: "Because of the difference in soil quality, it can affect light power, and you can also use seven points of strength, if you can only jump two zhang on soft and wet ground, you can jump two zhang and five inches on hard and dry ground." ”

He also said: "There is not even a single inch of competition between masters!"

Ren Xiaoxiao smiled at the moment when death came, and only then did he understand why Wu Feng was standing on the straw pile.

A thick haystack can provide a weak elastic force, which can be affected by several feet when manifested in light work.

As a cultivator, Ren Xiaoxiao really didn't care about the so-called martial arts duel secrets among the martial artists.

But since he wanted to fight Wu Feng to the death in a moment, he should have had the consciousness of being killed in a moment.

If it's hundreds of rounds of tricks, a bunch of straw certainly won't decide anything.

But since the winner is to be determined in a moment, then a small difference in the height of the leap is enough to kill Ren Xiaoxiao!

Wu Feng proposed to fight Ren Xiaoxiao before, not to test Ren Xiaoxiao's strength. Both of them have hidden strength, which is inevitable.

What he wants to test is just Ren Xiaoxiao's routine. Compared with the martial artists, the combat routines of the cultivators are more difficult to hide, and after a round of exchanges, they were clearly understood by Wu Feng before they decided to make such a strategy against the enemy.

Because Wu Feng suffered heavy losses in the internal war decree Dream Seeking Village's bandits, and killed the two powerful demon kings under Ren Yaoxiao's command, Ren Xiaoxiao didn't want to continue to fight hard with the well-armored white-clothed battalion to lose strength.

For him, it was undoubtedly much more cost-effective to quickly kill Wu Feng and force the soldiers of the white-clothed battalion to surrender in order to compensate for the loss of strength.

It's human nature to think like this, and it's no exception to Ren Xiaoxiao.

But Wu Feng also speculated on Ren Xiaoxiao's thoughts, which caused him to die.

The power in Ren Xiaoxiao's hand is far superior to him, and he has been planning for a long time, so he has already laid out the game. Since Wu Feng has entered the game, he can only win with urgency.

Luckily, he won this adventure.

Wu Feng's body was stained with blood, dripping like rain, but the expression on his face was still plain and calm.

He threw the heart in his hand to the ground, and watched Ren Yaoxiao's slender body fall backwards, falling heavily on the ground, blood flowing all over the ground, and his eyes were full of unwillingness.

The long wind sent away the autumn geese, and also bid farewell to Ren Xiaoxiao's soul.

Wu Feng didn't know what Ren Xiaoxiao saw before he died.

"Ren is plotting against me, I am just trying to protect myself. Towards the group of Dream Mountain bandits who surrounded the white-clothed camp in layers and couldn't get through, Wu Feng wiped the blood on his face and said lightly, his face was as calm as water. (To be continued.) )