At the moment when the two were about to collide, something unexpected happened to Aoi Yu.

At that time, Aoi Xiong and the others all saw the lightning skill used by Liu Feng, and quickly deduced it and had a way to crack it. If they encounter each other in battle, they can easily break it.

Seeing Liu Feng use this trick again, Aoi was proud and felt that victory was about to belong to him. As long as Liu Feng is killed, everything will return to his plan.

As for Daru and Yelu Qiongyu, who were attacked by unknown objects, Aoi Xiong didn't want to care. These two people didn't respect themselves just now, and it's better to die.

Of course, the unknown gold man, Aoi Xiong wants to take it as his own, and then slowly grope and add a hole card.

It's a pity that Aoi Xiong fell into Liu Feng's trap from the beginning. Liu Feng's use of a flash of lightning was not because he was poor, but deliberately.

Only in this way can Aoi be fooled. After all, Aoi Xiong has broken through to the peerless master Great Perfection for hundreds of years, and he may break through to the grandmaster level at any time, and his strength is very terrifying.

Although Liu Feng's Zhou Tian operation reached the Great Zhou Tian Consummation of one hundred and eight turns, he really had to fight Aoi Xiong hard, and he could only end up losing both.

This is not the result that Liu Feng wants.

Therefore, he used a flash of lightning skills to lure Aoi Yu to the bait.

Sure enough, Aoi Xiong was eager to win, and Liu Feng hid it very well, so he fell into the trap at once, and used the specialized research skills to crack a flash like electricity.

When the two sides were separated by a foot, Aoi Xiong only saw a flower in front of him, and the white shirt that was originally real turned into an afterimage of the Tao, and he didn't know where to go.

Aoi Xiong couldn't help but be horrified in his heart, and hurriedly opened his divine sense to search for where Liu Feng was.

And Liu Feng, according to the pre-planned route, flew into the air, and made a rapid dive, pressing towards Aoi Xiong.

The sword is like a rainbow, and the poetry is like thunder.

"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a meteor!"

The poem was sung, the sword qi soared, mixed with white clothes, and it fell rapidly from the sky, like a meteor from the nine heavens.

At this moment, Aoi felt the greatest threat in hundreds of years, and even felt that death was approaching quickly and could not be escaped.

"This is ......" Aoi Xiong raised his head and looked at the sword qi intertwined with the split air, his mouth was wide open, his eyes widened, his expression was shocked, his face was pale, his lips were purple, and his whole body trembled.

At this moment, Aoi Xiong did not feel death coming, but saw that the scythe of death had fallen on his neck, and there was no possibility of survival at all.

Aoi Yu really wants to see what kind of sword move this is, why it is so terrifying, even if it is death, he can be blinded.

It's a pity that Liu Feng's sword is too fast, and Aoi Xiong can't go down as soon as he says two words. The deadly sword qi had already sliced through his neck and cut off his head.

Burst!

A huge pillar of red blood erupted wildly from the broken neck and rushed into the air, like a spring. Under the action of the breeze, it spread out in all directions, like a rain of blood.

Bang!

Liu Feng flew up with a kick, kicked off Aoi's remnant body, smashed it on the stone slab, and turned it into a puddle of flesh, which was miserable.

Immediately, the thrown head followed, and it was also smashed in all directions, and the brain was mixed with blood and water, and a strong fishy smell gushed out.

Seeing this scene, everyone was stunned on the spot, held their breath, and looked timidly at the white clothes. I'm afraid that a careless person will offend this young man who is more terrible than a demon.

Not far from Liu Feng, Daru and Yelu Qiongyu were also dumbfounded, forgetting to block the Jin Ren's kick and forget the pain all over their bodies.

The shock brought by Liu Feng far exceeded the pain caused by the Jin people, which made them incomprehensible and unacceptable.

One sword, just one sword, slashed the neck of the strongest Aoi Xiong and took away his life. Moreover, even death, there is no good image.

Is this Liu Feng really just a young man of twenty-five or sixteen years old? Who believes it?

Kick, kick, kick......

Liu Feng stepped forward, approaching Daru and Yelu Qiongyu step by step, and the blood-dripping sword in his hand was against the bluestone, drawing a shallow mark. With each step, there is a frictional sound.

Although these sounds were light, to the ears of those two people, they were like thunder. It was like a hammer hitting the heart, making it difficult for them to breathe.

Because all this came too quickly, the forces controlled by Aoi Xiong and others had no time to make a move, and the duel between the strong had ended. In this way, the scuffle did not start, everything went on as usual, and a bloody battle was avoided.

However, Liu Feng does not feel that it is over. He remembered the grief of his past life and would never let the tragedy happen again. Therefore, when approaching Daru and Yelu Qiongyu, he transmitted the sound to the monk Konggong.

"Gong Kong, choose some passable strong people, surround Zhang Jiuxiao and the others, and don't let them run away. Even if it's a warrior of their faction, they can't let it go!"

Monk Konggong didn't answer, but only according to Liu Feng's instructions, he selected more than three hundred top master realm powerhouses, controlled the whole scene, and did not allow anyone to leave this place.

Zhang Jiuxiao and the others wanted to slip away, but as soon as they saw that the monk was like this, they dispelled their thoughts and stayed where they were, waiting for Liu Feng's final verdict.

The ancestors of these sects all know that today, they are estimated to be more than lucky, and it is difficult to survive. Therefore, they transmitted the sound to the martial artists of their respective sects, so that they must hold back, not be impulsive, and keep the inheritance of the sect.

As long as the sect is not destroyed, everything is still possible. A gentleman takes revenge, ten years is not too late, there is hope for someone. Even if he is inferior to Liu Feng in terms of force, through other means, Liu Feng can still not survive!

After receiving the instructions of their respective ancestors, although they were unwilling, the warriors of each sect could only obey their orders, keep the sect, wait for the opportunity to take revenge, and use Liu Feng's blood to pay tribute to the souls of the deceased in the sky.

Liu Feng ignored these people, he continued to approach Daru and Yelu Qiongyu, and the killing intent became stronger and stronger, enveloping this piece of heaven and earth.

"You...... What are you going to do?"

"You...... Don't come here!"

Seeing Liu Feng's gloomy face and approaching him with a strong killing intent, Daru and Yelu Qiongyu spoke almost at the same time, shouting with trembling and despair.

The corners of Liu Feng's mouth raised, and he sneered: "I said, those who want to touch my Middle Earth, die!"

"No, no, no!" Daru hurriedly shook his head and shouted, "Lord Liu, you...... You have spared us, and we have elected you as the leader of the martial arts alliance and the leader of the warriors of all countries. ”

"Yes, yes, yes!" Yelu Qiongyu hurriedly echoed: "Lord Liu, we not only elected you as the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance, but also swore that we would never set foot in Middle-earth again in this life. ”

"Do I need your recommendation?" Liu Feng's face sank, the long sword was raised, and a cold voice floated out: "When you go to the underworld, you must also keep in mind that with me Liu Feng here, you will die when the Japanese invaders!"

After finishing speaking, Liu Feng unfolded his body, and the long sword flashed with a terrifying cold, intertwined into a net, enveloping Daru and Yelu Qiongyu, twisting them into broken corpses, mixed with blood and water, and throwing them on the ground.