Glancing at the corpse of Zhang Yan on the ground, Wu Feng felt a sense of sadness for the death of a rabbit and a fox, and sighed in his heart, "Let's understand the situation first, wait for the opportunity, and see if you want to make a move." ”

Yin Ziguo, who was snorting and screaming because of the pain on the side, heard He Gang's words, somehow his eyes seemed to glow, took off his shirt, his upper body was naked, his face was a little distorted, and he said obscenely, "Yes! Yes! I can't get out of the house, and in the end I will die! I might as well feel the taste of ecstasy before I die......! We're going to take care of you, huh, haha......."

Wu Feng raised his eyebrows, there was a sword mark on Yin Ziguo's chest, the skin and flesh were open, the flesh and blood were blurred, and he looked at the corpse on the ground, presumably this person's injury was given by the people who worshiped the ground.

At this time, Wu Feng noticed that he had missed a person just now, and was slightly surprised, and took a closer look, that person had short silver-white hair, standing up like a steel needle, and his face was like an axe and knife, and his lines were very rough, and there was a blood-red word "kill" engraved on the left side of the eye, which invisibly exuded a cold and murderous aura, but it was difficult to detect a little breath of a living person, like a statue, he was draped in a black windbreaker, exaggeratedly held up to the ground, and looked quite extraordinary.

At this time, he lowered his head slightly, closed his eyes, and there was no expression on his cold face, perhaps the arrival of Wu Feng, an outsider, aroused his interest a little, and somehow he suddenly opened his eyes as black as ink, like a deep black pool and abyss, making it difficult to see through its roots, and looked coldly at the place where Wu Feng was, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned.

At this time, Wu Feng felt as if a wind was blowing on his body, goosebumps wrinkled all over his body, as if he had been peeped at by something, his heart sank, and he exclaimed in his heart, "Could it be that he found me? How can he have that feeling of being spied on? ”

Looking at those eyes as black as ink, Wu Feng was stunned, and he actually fell into it, as if he had fallen into a deep pool, which was extremely dark, making him unable to figure out the direction and gradually lost.

“SHIT!” Wu Feng hurriedly resisted, sobered up, was extremely surprised in his heart, and hurriedly shifted his gaze, only to feel a cold air sucked in directly from the Tianling Gai, only to be cold to the bottom of his heart.

Looking at the silver-haired man, he shuddered, frowned, and said secretly, "This person's martial arts are unfathomable. ”

Wu Feng withdrew his gaze from the man, turned to look at the scene of the battle in the arena, and asked rhetorically in his heart, "Do you want to slip away first?"

"You ......"

Shui Qianru hurriedly stood up, stepped back step by step, her left hand tightly grasped the Xuelin sword, due to excessive tension, even the hand holding the sword was a little sweaty, her tongue couldn't be lowered, and she said in horror.

Shui Qianru stared at the two people opposite, but she didn't notice that she touched a small stone under her feet, "Ah!", she staggered back a step, she was extremely nervous, she was so nervous that she was startled, her frightened face was pale, and tears fell like pearls in strings.

Wu Feng, who was watching from the sidelines, trembled in his heart, glanced at the silver-haired man who was still looking at him, and said bitterly in his heart, "Be a hero, come to the hero to save the beauty? Do you want to save it? Or just let it go? That person is extremely weird, his skills are unfathomable, and you don't even have any certainty." ”

"If you're taking a step forward, I'll... I'll decide on my own. ”

Shui Qianru pulled out the Xuelin Sword, and the blade of the sword was horizontal above her jade neck.

Wu Feng fixed his eyes and saw that the sword body was silver-white, and there was a mythical unicorn beast on it, with a snow-white body, elk body, horse feet, oxtail, yellow hair, round hooves, and meat at the end of the horns.

Wu Feng sighed deeply and said, "What a sword!"

He Gang originally wanted to rush over immediately to tear Shui Qianru's clothes, but when he saw her pitiful appearance, somehow, he felt extremely happy and excited. As soon as she heard that she was going to commit suicide, her collapsed body seemed to be a little relaxed, and she stared at Shui Qianru's tall twin peaks, with her left palm in front of her, slightly bent on her chest, as if she had torn her clothes.

He Gang smiled cruelly, "Ha Lu Ha...... If you kill yourself, it will be more convenient, I will do it while it is hot... Hey hey ......"

Yin Ziguo wiped the saliva that flowed from his mouth, swallowed his dry throat, as if he had seen Shui Qianru, who was naked all over his body, was under him at this time, and he was already galloping wildly on it, stirring.

Wu Feng frowned, snorted coldly, there was a murderous look in his eyes, he couldn't help snorting coldly in his heart, and sentenced the two of them to death in the bottom of his heart.

Shui Qianru put down the Xuelin sword around her neck, stepped back, and said angrily, "Ah...... I'm going to kill you...... Ah......h

Shui Qianru's whole body was already trembling, and the most fragile side of human beings such as despair and fear was vividly displayed in her eyes at this time, she looked helplessly at the silver-haired man who was leaning on the bamboo, and then looked back at the head of Zhang Yan, who had been killed by a different head, quickly closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and opened it suddenly again, and there seemed to be a trace of firmness in her eyes.

Shui Qianru stopped the foot that was about to step on the air behind her, gritted her teeth and took a step forward, and kept shouting in her heart, "Shui Qianru, you can't go back, if you retreat, you will die, you must cheer up, you must avenge Zhang Yan, you must kill these two people, at all costs." ”

Shui Qianru sighed, her body floated up, stepped on the green bamboo, stabbed at He Gang, dancing the snow-white Xuelin Sword, and casting the Shui Qing Sword Technique that she had just practiced not long ago.

Wu Feng shook his head secretly, and saw at a glance that the move displayed by Shui Qianru was clear and unreal, it was obvious that she was still a little rusty, the artistic conception was not grasped, and the momentum was very scattered.

He Gang's face was hideous, and he used his internal strength to slash hard, just between the "flowers", only to hear the sound of "poof", divided into two "petals" and shot towards He Gang's sides, the clothes of the two arms were torn apart by the residual true qi, but it didn't hurt him, it was really no big deal.

Shui Qianru frowned, screamed, and her body fluttered, her posture was like a butterfly flying in the bush, and there seemed to be white snowflakes around her body, and her sword style was really beautiful and gorgeous.

I saw her eyebrows, her sword dancing like a silver snake, and the snake letter came out, turning into three cold and cold qi that quickly blew towards He Gang.

He Gang slashed away with a sword, but split into the air, hurriedly to the side, his left arm was blown by the cold air, and in the blink of an eye, a faint layer of ice condensed on his arm, He Gang only felt that his arm was numb, and he held down his left arm, as if he had lost consciousness and was abolished, numb, a little dull, and difficult to control.