Choke, choke......

The cold mangs spit out the letter, like a silver light dancing wildly. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info hit several times dangerously, but Qin Feng's face was still indifferent.

The tip of the spear twitched and stabbed, hitting Qin Fengkan in an instant when he wielded the heavy knife.

There was a shushing on the spot, and with only an inch of deviation, Qin Feng turned his head sideways to avoid the head of the gun, and rushed towards Xing Jun in the countless silver lights that rushed to his face!

The strong wind cracked his cheeks and remained unmoved, as if he had expected to avoid it.

This is Qin Feng's fighting style, everyone thinks he is a madman and an outlaw. Only Qin Feng knew the reason, because there was no "sense of existence".

It's like the body doesn't belong to you, and even your life doesn't belong to you. It's like manipulating a puppet, even if the sword falls in front of you by a fraction of a second, the body will not instinctively act out of primal fear, and even the eyelids will not blink. This lack of emotion can be used to make accurate judgments in the ever-changing battle.

Although he lost a lot of fun in life, no matter how novel things were, Qin Feng couldn't be happy. That's why Qin Feng is so happy to fight, and that's why he has today's status. More, and want to feel more. This is also one of the reasons why Qin Feng is obsessed with immortal fate, and he feels his own existence more deeply.

Fear, excitement, excitement, killing...... Everything that can be pleasantly pleasant, can be!

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"Is this his real strength?" Xing Jun was terrified in his heart, and he was shortened by Qin Feng in a few rounds. The proud spearmanship is so fragile.

Compared to the previous fights, the knife technique used by Qin Feng this time had never been seen before. Qin Feng's heavy knife was wielded extremely quickly, and then he carried his own weight. The spear in Xing Jun's hand no longer dared to compete with it, so he could only abandon the attack and turn to defense, holding the spear to block horizontally. Even if the body of his spear was made of fine iron, Xing Jun was sure that if he slashed at the same time several times not far apart, the spear in his hand would definitely be cut in half.

In order to deal with two challengers in succession, you can't use too much stamina in the first round. In addition, Qin Feng also wanted to take this battle as the last memorial of his withdrawal from the rivers and lakes.

Choke!

In the interval between the fights, Qin Feng's technique of holding the knife changed: "You should feel honored! The person who has seen my sword technique before is dead." "I learned this by chance from a Taoist priest five years ago, although it is far from enough to be a true master. But for a third-rate chivalrous warrior like Xing Jun, it's enough!

"Chopping the wind! Interestingly, Humen's sword technique has actually spread to this broken place. The person who spoke was a young man wearing a hat in one of the gangs. was watching Qin Feng's sword technique with great interest.

When did you appear behind you? The gang members were a little shocked at this stranger who had unknowingly blended in, and shouted vigilantly, "Who are you?" But the strange man didn't even bother to give it a look.

"Shut up! This is the foreign aid we invited!" but it was Ling Yi, the leader of the Qiangang who was standing at the front, who turned around to look. His face changed drastically and he quickly reprimanded, and Yu Guang cautiously aimed at the man, but after seeing that the man's face was not unhappy. I secretly breathed a sigh of relief in my heart.

And the timing of the game has already been known. The real fight is always quite fast, especially when there is a clear gap between the two sides.

With the last blow, Qin Feng put away seven layers of strength. Throw Xing Jun off with the back of his knife.

Collected the knife and said indifferently: "You are defeated!"

"......" for a long time, Xing Jun got up from the ground in despair, and he hadn't even come back to his senses. It was not because he felt guilty that he had not won the victory for the gang, but because his martial arts had fallen in such a way! I couldn't help but feel extremely lonely in my heart, and I returned to the gang in embarrassment. Gang leader Ling Yi's face was extremely ugly, and he didn't even say a word.

However, the deputy gang advocates far more comfort. Perhaps it was the sympathy for the same fate, and Zhang Yuan found a little comfort for himself from the defeat of Xing Jun. After all, the strongest master in the gang can't beat Qin Feng, and if I can escape with a wrong life, it means that I am powerful.

Winning in less than 20 rounds, which is not bad. "Who's next?"

Choke!

The pestle knife fell to the ground, Qin Feng looked around and said, the strongest master of the Qiangang has been defeated, and he only needs to fight one more time to win this competition.

"This Qin Feng!" Not only were the surrounding witnesses a little shocked. Even Le Wen, the leader of the Black Jiao Gang, couldn't help but be frightened in his heart, this Qin Feng had told himself before that he would know a strange set of knife techniques, but he didn't expect it to be so strong!

The surrounding witnesses and the so-called martial arts masters all had shocked expressions on their faces, and they all exchanged heads and talked about it.

"No wonder Qin Feng is still not afraid of danger with one to two, it turns out that there is such a killing move!"

"What a strong sword technique!" The spectators sighed, no wonder it was rare and strange. There are many masters in this Lingshu Shengzhou, and there are even legendary immortals who can move mountains and seas. But it was impossible to come to this barren and remote border town.

As if he had won the battle, the gang leader Le Wen said proudly: "Ling Yi! Zhang Yuan! The strongest person in your cadre gang has been defeated, do you still want to fight!" As if he had seen the beautiful situation of defeating the cadre gang.

But seeing Ling Yi, Zhang Yuan didn't answer. Just looking at the strange man in the gang behind him with a look of hope! But he saw that the man jumped more than 3 meters high in the crowd, and laughed loudly: "There is really no tiger in the mountains, and the monkey is the overlord! Just slammed a palm into Qin Feng in the air.

The seemingly insipid palm made Qin Feng feel as if there was a sharp sword hanging above his head. "Master!" as if facing a great enemy, he immediately used all his strength to swing a knife to meet it.

The heavy knife swept away like an afterimage, and the momentum of slashing Huashan towards the mysterious young man was slashed.

The air was torn apart and there was a whining sound. Unless it was steel and iron bones, no one could resist this knife with their hands head-on, and Qin Feng had even begun to calculate what way this sudden master would dodge and how he would react to his next move.

However, the young master did not dodge the edge as Qin Feng thought, and the corners of his mouth faintly revealed an arc, as if he was mocking. In mid-air, without any leverage, his body strangely adjusted to a tricky position, just avoiding Qin Feng's blade.

Touch!

Don't wait for the blade to walk by. A palm slammed into the surface of the knife with a low, muffled sound.

Those watching the battle didn't find anything strange, but they were surprised by the master's mastery of timing and the power that could block the blade.

However, this seemingly ordinary palm, Qin Feng felt that someone was holding his wrists and twisting hard, almost unable to hold the heavy knife in his hand. An internal force was transmitted to Qin Feng's hands and meridians along the heavy knife......

"Woo!" Hit by the domineering internal force, Qin Feng only felt that he could barely hold the knife, so he hurriedly shook the knife. He took a few steps back and didn't dare to fight, and made defensive moves.

Fortunately, this master didn't know whether he held his own identity or looked down on Qin Feng at all, and he didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue.

"What kind of internal strength is this?" hurriedly used his third-rate internal strength to suppress the urge to vomit blood in his throat. With Qin Feng's knowledge, he naturally couldn't recognize what kind of exercise this was. It is even more impossible to see through the reality of the person in front of him.

The real masters can tell the winner before they make a move.

Ordinary knights are separated by the sword in their hands from life and death. For example, by looking at the enemy's knife gesture, shape, and even momentum, you can estimate the probability of victory or defeat. But the person in front of him was as calm as a pool of stagnant water, bottomless, and his eyes didn't even bother to stay on himself from beginning to end. It's like life and death, and he doesn't care about looking at a dead person.

This temperament. Qin Feng felt very troubled, this was the strongest opponent he had ever met in his life!

"Is this a first-class master? When did the Qiangang have a first-class master?" Gang leader Le Wen was even more dazed, and after a few breaths, he suddenly said: "No, this must be the foreign aid they invited." ”

I couldn't help but be angry and speechless: "Gang leader, you have broken the rules! This is obviously a fight between our two gangs, and you actually ask for foreign aid?"

The leader of the gang didn't answer, just looked at Lewen with a sneer.

When the young master slowly turned his head, looking at Le Wen as if looking at a dead man, Sen said coldly: "What, do you have any opinions?"

Like a mouse seeing a cat, "uh......" Lewen was so frightened that he took a step back and didn't dare to respond.

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In the past ten years, Qin Feng doesn't know how many fights he has participated in, let alone how many good hands have died under his butcher's knife. However, this is the first time Xiang has been injured in the first round, even if the opponent is a first-class player.

Thinking in his head, his throat became more and more fishy, and the blood caused by the internal injury gushed up. "Gollum. After swallowing it, Qin Feng's eyes became more and more solemn.

Although the visitor had retreated to a position five feet away, he instinctively felt more dangerous.

The mind constantly simulates how the mysterious man will make the next move, calmly analyzing and recalling all the details. But the more this was the case, the more Qin Feng felt that the chances of winning were slim.

"It's messy, so just don't think about it. Qin Feng shook his head, and grasped the hilt of the sword even more tightly in his hand: "The simpler the thought, the sharper the sword will be!"

Maybe it was because of his own identity, and his whole body was exposed, the man stood lightly and looked at each other, looked up and down with interest, and said: "The mantis arm is a car." But being able to take my hand on it is enough to make you proud. I just don't know if you, a farmer, have the ability to take my second move?" The raised head and flirtatious eyes seemed to be teasing a puppy.

This kind of insult is unacceptable to every bloody warrior, decades of immersion like a day, and the skills that have been comprehended by passing by death several times are actually called cropping Han style?

How not to make people angry, Qin Feng didn't even hate to draw his sword immediately. Even if blood is splashed on the spot, this person must pay some price for his words and deeds.

Is it anger, or is it injury?

At this time, no one in the audience spoke, and they did not even dare to make a sound. So much so that Qin Feng could even hear his own breathing. There are also gloating and mocking glances from the leaders around him, which is really embarrassing. It seems that all these years of vigor have been erased with the appearance of this man.

Just when everyone thought that the violent Qin Feng was definitely going to go.

Great wisdom is foolishness, courage is cowardice. Qin Feng took a step back, put away the heavy knife, gritted his teeth and bowed his head: "Admit defeat in the next place." ”

Finally, Qin Feng still chose to live. The family still has to take care of themselves, and their own path to finding immortals has not yet begun. How can you die like this!

The most important thing is that in the face of such an existence, Qin Feng faintly has an intuition that the opponent can definitely take his life within three moves!