Feng Yanfeng's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he thought for a while before he said: "This king, whether you are King Chen or King Zhao, enter this king's garden and kill the people of this king, you must always leave something." ”

Zong Zhengmo smiled coldly, looked at Feng Yan's pair of cold eyes, and quickly calculated in his heart, what is the probability of killing Feng Yan on the spot.

But in a few breaths, he shook his head.

He knew Feng Yan's martial arts, and if he couldn't hit him with one blow and let him escape, it would be extremely unfavorable for him in the future.

Although Feng Yan may not dare to rebel directly, the forces under his command are not an iron bucket now, and there is no need for him to directly confront the entire Mobei.

However, if Feng Yan was just pretending, the benefits of killing him would naturally go without saying!

So Zong Zheng Mo sneered faintly, "What does His Royal Highness the Nine Kings want to leave behind." ”

Feng Yan didn't have too much emotion in his eyes, but his words were arrogant, "Whoever has blood on his body will be cut off by himself, and the rest of the people will cut off their own arms, and this king will let you leave." ”

After speaking, Feng Yan turned his eyes and glanced at Zong Zheng Moyin, and the corners of his mouth provoked a chuckle, "Of course, His Royal Highness King Chen has a noble status, so you can naturally rest assured that this king will not ask you for an arm." ”

Although Feng Yan's words were respectful, he couldn't see that he had the slightest scruple about Zong Zhengmo between his eyebrows.

If you directly kill Zong Zhengmo, you will hesitate.

Fuxin was furious, "You! As he spoke, he directly took out the machete he wanted to see and swung it at Feng Yan.

Chang Geyue knows Fuxin's strength, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is alone in the world in front of others, but if he is against a perverted man, the result must be very yellow and violent.

Chang Geyue pouted, Fuxin suddenly turned into a pool of flesh and blood, she really couldn't bear to look at it.

Thinking so in my heart, Changge Yue didn't have any unbearable face.

To Chang Geyue's surprise, Feng Yan did not make a killing move directly, but pulled out the soft sword on his waist and stabbed it on Fu Xin's body one by one.

Wrists, arms, waist, back.

After a while, Fuxin's stool was full of blood, but the real injury was not serious.

Chang Geyue frowned slightly, what kind of hobby is this?

Angry Fuxin?

Sure enough, Fuxin was already roaring, "Don't the Nine Kings of the Hall dare to directly confront me!" Every time he was about to approach Feng Yan, the other party dodged away with light skills.

And the sideways kung fu left a scar on his body.

"You're humiliating me!" Fuxin was already extremely angry, carrying a machete in his hand, but there was nowhere to vent.

But Feng Yan was walking beside him like a ghost, and Zong Zheng Moyin's eyes were locked on this battle.

He knew Fuxin's strength, but he couldn't even get close to Feng Yan's body.

His jealousy of Feng Yan is even more serious, Fu Xin is like a plaything in Feng Yan's hands, so it is not enough for them to attack him.

Zong Zheng Mo gritted his teeth, "Stand down!" Do as His Royal Highness the Nine Kings says. ”

"Lord Wang!" Fuxin looked at Zong Zheng Mo Yin incredulously, and didn't dare to say anything to Zong Zheng Mo Yin's gaze, so he gritted his teeth and cut off his arm.

As soon as Zong Zheng Moyin's order came out, Youlan bit gritted his teeth and killed himself with blood, and the rest of the broken arms, Chang Geyue's eyes shrank slightly, Youlan was really a sharp weapon by Zong Zheng Moyin's side!

Zong Zheng Mo Yin looked at the scene in front of him, if he said that in the past, he only investigated the situation of Mobei in order to consolidate his own power, but now he completely hated Feng Yan, so Zong Zheng Mo Yin chuckled, and pointed at Chang Geyue with his long hand: