The three great knights were all startled, they didn't expect that they were silently stagnant in mid-air, and they were still discovered by the swordsman, which showed that this person's cultivation was far beyond their imagination.

Zhang Qingfeng didn't say a word, after a leg sweep, the three snake spears on the ground were shocked by the strength of the two zhang high, not waiting for the snake spear to fall, Zhang Qingfeng kicked out three kicks violently, and the three snake spears that were hanging in the air and the long arrows broke through the air, which was even more powerful than a strong bow and a hard crossbow.

"Puff puff!" The three spears of the Eight Snake Spears nailed the three fierce birds alive along with the big knight behind them, and the conjoined bodies fell......

Zhang Qingfeng just walked a few steps, at this time, another team of demon soldiers came, they looked at the corpses everywhere and the sea of blood, and thought that there were thousands of troops and horses, but where did they think that there was only one person with a sword walking on the corpses of the demons, this person had sword eyebrows and starry eyes, was dressed in white, and looked quite handsome.

The leader of the team was a blue-faced monster with fangs, long silver hair, long pointed ears, a pair of green eyes, wearing black armor, and carrying a black and heavy mace on his shoulder.

The captain had a hideous face, a timid heart, and deliberately behaved in front of his subordinates, and said in his heart: "I'll go and scare him first, and as soon as there is a stir, I will immediately retreat." ”

The blue-faced monster coughed dryly, puffed up his chest, mustered up his courage, and swayed forward with his mace, and asked angrily, "Hey, why are you ......alone?"

Zhang Qingfeng interrupted him and said coldly: "It's just me, what can you do to me?"

The blue-faced captain glared and shouted, "Hey, what a big breath, what a crazy boy, it's not too late to eat my stick first and then be arrogant!"

The captain was afraid that there were really thousands of troops and horses ambushing here, and he didn't really want to raise a stick to fight Zhang Qingfeng, but just shook a mace to scare the person in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, the demon soldiers saw their captain suddenly throw away his mace and howl like a pig, and run towards them like monkeys.

It turned out that Zhang Qingfeng suddenly made a move, and with a sword, the green face of the green-faced monster was cut out of a big hole, the captain was extremely frightened, the pain was unbearable, his hands were full of blood on his face, he looked at it fixedly, his expression was stunned, and suddenly his eyes were black, and he was frightened and fainted by his red blood.

The blue-faced captain suddenly fell in front of him, and dozens of demon soldiers all took a step back, all looking at each other, none of them could see when the man made his move, they only saw a flash of cold light, and then their captain didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

Looking at the swordsman in front of them, they suddenly felt a chill: "This person is simply colder, sharper, and more dangerous than the sword in his hand. ”

The Fengyue Sword Blade in Zhang Qingfeng's hand suddenly shook, and a terrifying cold light erupted, and then the body of a demon soldier standing in front suddenly broke into two, and the demon soldier was cut in half before he could breathe, rolling in pain, dancing wildly with both hands, howling and crying in pain for a while, and finally gradually lost his voice.

The blood is permeating, the bloody atmosphere is permeating, and the terrifying atmosphere is also rapidly permeating the hearts of every demon, they are terrified, disgusting, they have not seen the waist cut, but at that time the object of pastime was people, captives, cowardly lifeforms, and now they just want to escape, escape far away, away from this person who is more terrible than demons.

When Zhang Qingfeng slowly walked past between them, they retreated and were afraid to get out of the way, and then stood there not to mention that their eyelids moved, and they suddenly didn't even dare to breathe, and they were already sweating.

After a long time, the frightened demons dared to look back to see if the swordsman had left, and when they looked left and right, and finally failed to see the white figure of the terrifying swordsman, they were all in a surging mood, as if they had been amnestied.

Then one by one they suddenly threw away their weapons, and one by one they bent down and vomited so much that they almost vomited all their bile, and they swore that they hated war and killed now.

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The Demon City is magnificent and huge, the eaves are volleying, the Zhu Corridor is painted in the building, and the mountain is reeling in the grid, which is magnificent.

Zhang Qingfeng's "Fengyue" iron sword in his hand, one person and one sword continued to walk forward, at this time, a terrifying low roar suddenly came from the invisible side of a tall temple platform, it is not difficult to judge, it is the low roar of the fierce beast.

Zhang Qingfeng seemed to have known that there were strange beasts there, he concentrated and stopped, only to see more than forty fierce beasts slowly walking out from the side of the high platform of the temple.

Those fierce beasts are like tigers, with tiger stripes, eight feet long, a huge tiger head, a sharp single horn on the forehead "king" word, two dog teeth of the fierce beast are exposed outside the mouth, like two short swords inlaid there, tiger claws are as long as iron hooks.

Each tiger beast carried a demon soldier on its back, golden tiger-shaped armor, light blue skin, scarlet eyes, and a special tiger by the tiger on its face, which seemed to match their armor more well, and it was also a perfect match for their mount.

Each of them wielded a heavy, heavy-backed machete with a swarthy back, and they were part of the Demon Tiger Legion.

The group of tigers occupied a small half of the square, eyeing the lonely and independent person, the captain was holding a gold-handled thick-backed machete, Zonghu walked to the front, he stared at Zhang Qingfeng, and said with doubts: "Could it be that the person who broke into the Demon Demon City alone is you?"

After saying this, the fierce tiger beast under his crotch roared at Zhang Qingfeng, shaking the heavens and the earth, like a thunderbolt in a sunny day, this strange beast fell with its forelimbs and grasped the ground with huge claws, ready to kill at any time, and seemed to be a little impatient.

Zhang Qingfeng tilted his head and said, "It's grandpa, I, are you in such a hurry to send someone's head?"

The captain was furious, pointed at Zhang Qingfeng's head with a big knife, and shouted: "The kid is arrogant, do you know how to write the word 'death'?"

"I don't know if you teach me!" Zhang Qingfeng put on an innocent look, and even his eyes were full of studiousness.

The captain was furious, waved his hand, and shouted to the demons behind him: "Tigers, kill this kid, add meat at night!"

"It doesn't seem like enough points!" someone complained.

For a while, the tiger shadow jumped, and more than forty fierce beasts surrounded Zhang Qingfeng in the center, all the tigers roared together, the ground was shattered, and the heavens and the earth seemed to change color.

More than forty fierce beasts suddenly rushed towards Qingfeng, and more than forty demon soldiers also greeted Zhang Qingfeng with machetes in their hands.

The demons thought that under such a combined attack, the lonely swordsman in front of him would die without a place to be buried even if it was an iron bucket, but who knew that the swordsman's figure suddenly flashed, really like a ghost, and the demons were all taken aback.

The fierce beast opened its teeth and danced its claws, and the tiger roared again and again, but it couldn't catch half of the swordsman's clothes, and the forty or so Xueliang machetes cut down according to the swordsman's figure, and the swordsman was so fast, no one hurt him for half a point.

Looking at the swordsman who was jumping like lightning, more than forty tiger demon soldiers stared helplessly, and more than forty fierce beasts jumped around, but they were never as fast as the swordsman, and one after another fierce beasts were even more anxious and roared.

Suddenly, Zhang Qingfeng's figure flashed, and he turned over like lightning and jumped to the back of the fierce tiger that rushed towards him, and sat behind the demon soldier behind the fierce beast, the demon soldier was suddenly shocked, and reversed the tip of the knife and stabbed it back.

Who knew that Zhang Qingfeng stretched out his arm, grabbed the demon soldier's wrist, and said, "You said you didn't have enough points just now?"

"Wronged, uncle, I didn't say it!" the demon soldier was terrified.

With a crisp sound, Zhang Qingfeng crushed the wrist bone of the demon soldier, and of course the machete in the demon soldier's hand couldn't hold it anymore, and it landed with a "clang".

The demon soldier screamed in pain, tears and snot fell together, and his body suddenly volleyed into the air, only to see Zhang Qingfeng grab his waist with one hand and throw him out, and the demon soldier was thrown out five or six feet straight.

Zhang Qingfeng had no intention of killing him, but who knew that the fierce beast was fierce, and at this time it seemed that he couldn't control it, although the other demon soldiers on the back of the tiger wanted to control their mounts to avoid accidental injury.

Unfortunately, there were still two or three fierce beasts that trampled on the demon soldier on the ground, and the demon soldier suddenly curled up in pain, and a fierce tiger's hind feet suddenly stepped on his head, and in a terrible and desperate cry, the demon soldier fell on the spot.

The demon soldiers on the back of the tiger looked at the miserable corpse of the demon soldier on the ground, and couldn't help but be furious, cursing and roaring, brandishing thick-backed machetes, and slashing at Zhang Qingfeng one after another.

Zhang Qingfeng raised his eyebrows, and the fierce beast under his crotch saw that the stranger was dangling behind his back with a cold and shining sword, and he was really in danger of being slaughtered, so he was only shocked that the fierce tiger and beast were spinning around, or rushing or falling, or jumping or pounced, but the person behind him was like a maggot with a bone, and he could never throw him down.

Just as the group of this mount was spinning and rampage, Zhang Qingfeng couldn't stop asking: "Did you say that you didn't have enough points just now?" and then kept raising and falling with the sword in his hand, and the sword fell with his hand, killing the demon was like cutting a melon.

What I dared to admit now became unadmitted, and in the sound of ghosts crying wolves and despair, after more than forty questions, the forty or so demon soldiers were all splashed with blood on the spot.

The fierce tigers and beasts suddenly became docile, and in the face of characters who were even more terrifying than their bosses, they naturally had to learn to pretend to be cats, otherwise it was a trivial matter to have food or not, and one was careless and worried about his life.

Zhang Qingfeng, who was on the back of the tiger, was thinking about how to make reasonable use of the forty-odd tiger beasts, when he suddenly realized that there was a foreign object behind him attacking quickly, and he jumped away from the tiger's back without looking back, jumping behind another fierce tiger beast.

The thing that flew from behind fell on the top of the head of the fierce beast that Zhang Qingfeng had just ridden, Zhang Qingfeng looked back at the flying thing, Rao is his cultivation is profound, his mind is firm, when he sees that thing, his scalp can't help but tingle.