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With that, the condensation cloud flew over.

"Wait, Master Leng, do you know that Zhuo Yifan has a special hatred with me, so it's not appropriate for you to fight him, what do you say Zhuo Yifan?"

"Xiang Zhenfeng, don't be a turtle with a shrunken head, if you want to fight, the two of us will fight!" Zhuo Yifan said loudly.

Seeing this, the condensation cloud retreated, and he was very dissatisfied with Zhuo Yifan.

"It's okay, Yue Hanshan, you can clean him up in the future. Xiang Zhenfeng smiled at Condensing Cloud.

Faced with such a situation, the condensation cloud can only give up.

"The monsters in your blood-drinking sword are gone, and you still want to defeat me, it's really whimsical. Xiang Zhen sealed the road.

"Less nonsense, look at the sword!"

Zhuo Yifan immediately stabbed the head of the blood-drinking sword straight into Zhenfeng's heart with a rotating posture, and the Mu family's swordsmanship was as smooth as flowing water under Zhuo Yifan's play, pointing directly at Zhenfeng's life.

The two iron hooks in Xiang Zhenfeng's hand spun at high speed in his hand, and the moment the blood-drinking sword stabbed into his body, it suddenly stopped the distance of advance, and it was only a little bit before it could pierce into his body.

Seeing this, of course Zhuo Yifan was unwilling, he used internal force to pass into the body of the Blood-Drinking Sword, causing it to slowly squirm forward, but Xiang Zhenfeng of course would not stop there, he also transmitted internal force to his iron hook to prevent the Blood-Drinking Sword from moving forward.

The head of the blood-drinking sword was still at the moment, and it could be seen that the internal strength of the two was equal.

Just when he was at a stalemate, Xiang Zhenfeng's footsteps were raised, and a flying knife flew out of the clothes at the ankle and stabbed Zhuo Yifan's neck.

It's so fast that it's hard to see what it looks like.

When it swept past the blood-drinking sword body and stabbed at Zhuo Yifan's neck, the shape of a flying meteorite at the hilt of the sword suddenly flew out of a dart, shooting the flying knife to the ground.

Zhuo Yifan realized at this time that he was so close to death.

Seeing that the flying knife was shot down, Xiang Zhenfeng was very unhappy, but he admired the spirituality of the blood-drinking sword.

"Zhuo Yifan, the blood-drinking sword is really a sword, if it weren't for it, your kid would have died a long time ago!"

"Hmph, this is called Jiren's own natural appearance! Your sneak attack is useless. ”

"Don't be proud, take your life!" After speaking, Xiang Zhenfeng took the lead in attacking.

He spun the two iron hooks at high speed, and then threw them, and he stepped on them with both feet, as if he was stepping on Hot Wheels, and his hands pushed Xuan Qi towards Zhuo Yifan in mid-air.

The yellow-green air waves dyed the scene colorfully, and the shapes of skulls smashed towards Zhuo Yifan.

Seeing the skulls, Zhuo Yifan was stunned, because he saw that those skulls seemed to be those of his father Zhuo Song and uncle Zhuo Ran. He neither defended nor greeted, and was stunned.

"Zhuo Yifan, you are looking for death, hurry up and get away!" Yue Hanshan shouted anxiously behind him.

Hearing the sound, Zhuo Yifan came to his senses, but the large and small yellow-green skulls had already come to him.

At this time, if he used his internal force to meet him, it was too late, so he instinctively raised the blood-drinking sword above his head to block his head, so as to resist the skull's attack.

Just as the skull was about to touch his head, the shape of the flying meteorite on the hilt of the blood-drinking sword emitted the light of a dart again, shooting out all the skulls that attacked Zhuo Yifan.

In this way, Zhuo Yifan turned the danger into a disaster and avoided the hard impact.

Seeing this, Xiang Zhenfeng was unwilling to give up, he continued to push the skull towards Zhuo Yifan, and then spun around Zhuo Yifan quickly.

"Zhuo Yifan, how is it, is it good-looking? This martial art move was inspired to me by your father and your uncle, and their heads and skulls have always been hung on the stone pillar at the entrance of Zhuo Jian Villa. ”

"You ......"

Zhuo Yifan's heart suddenly became cramped, as soon as he thought that he had personally set fire to the heads of his father Zhuo Song and uncle Zhuo Ran, his heart collapsed, and he couldn't stand up straight in pain.

"Heartache, heartache, I want your Zhuo family to taste the heartache, for so many years, I have been heartbroken, and now you also taste this taste. "Xiang Zhenfeng Yin said compassionately.

"Thief!" Zhuo Yifan shouted, swinging his blood-drinking sword and smashing at those whirling skulls, as soon as they touched, the skulls were shattered, and the skulls kept falling down, but before they could reach the ground, they disappeared.

Only then did he understand that those skulls were all made of Xuan Qi, and the reason why they became like this, of course, he knew that Xiang Zhenfeng deliberately did it, in order to stimulate himself and make himself lose his inch.

Seeing that the skull was swept away by Zhuo Yifan's blood-drinking sword, he slammed his foot towards Zhenfeng, and the two iron hooks under his feet flew straight towards Zhuo Yifan. They were one after the other, constantly changing their orientation, approaching Zhuo Yifan's body.

"Sting!"

An iron hook sucked Zhuo Yifan's clothes, and it was only a little bit close to his meat, in that case, it would tear off a piece like pork hanging on a pork stall.

As soon as the iron hook passed, the other iron hook flew over the head, against the hair, and if it was a little lower, the head would be hooked and then unscrewed.

Zhuo Yifan was obviously a little afraid, he stroked his head, and found that he was still there, and his heart was a little more comfortable.

Hahahaha......

Xiang Zhenfeng laughed, it was obvious that he had the upper hand slightly, and if this state continued, Zhuo Yifan would definitely have to fold it in his hands.

Just as he was half-smiling, he lifted his cuffs, and a huge centipede flew out.

Obediently, he raises centipedes!

Zhuo Yifan looked at the giant centipede in front of him, with a look of disdain, he had already killed a big centipede in Zhuo Jian Villa before, and now he released another one.

Because he already had experience in this area, he didn't feel scared, but just shook the blood-drinking sword in front of him.

That giant centipede doesn't matter what kind of sword you have in your hand, it only listens to Zhenfeng's command, and when it sees its master's hand reaching forward, it flutters a few times and attacks Zhuo Yifan.

Zhuo Yifan swept the floor in a whirlwind, and stabbed directly at the centipede's thousands of legs with the blood-drinking sword. Just as it was about to touch it, the centipede spirit jumped up and floated into the air.

Obediently, it can fly!

Obviously not just a stupid centipede, it is not only huge, but also has a good head.

Zhuo Yifan didn't care so much, and when he saw the centipede pounce on him, he simply jumped onto it.

As soon as he landed on the centipede, Zhuo Yifan found that it was difficult for him to gain a foothold, because the top of its shell was very slippery and could not stand at all.

In desperation, he could only slide forward, and then tightly grasp the tentacles of the centipede's head with one hand to maintain the balance of his body.

Where did the centipede allow Zhuo Yifan to hold its tentacles, and his body immediately jerked up and down, trying to throw him out.