In the face of the strength of the Fire Lotus Sect Yanjun, everyone was almost in a desperate situation, Tianyanjun was suddenly kicked away, and where everyone's eyes converged, Ling Feng, who was wearing a cloak, had a large embroidered spring knife tied to his chest, and Lu Linxuan, who was already unconscious, was behind his back, and his eyes were burning and glaring ahead!

"Huh!"

Ling Feng flashed in one step and came to Jia Wuya's side. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"It's late!Lin Xuan is injured and unconscious, I hope you can take care of him......"

Ling Feng slowly put down Lu Linxuan on his back, and slowly and carefully handed over to Jia Wuya.

"Storm ......"

Finally waiting for her husband to come, seeing that Ling Feng was about to fight the people of the Fire Lotus Sect alone, Azwa was a little worried.

"Thank you for your hard work, I'll take care of the matter now!"

"Huh!" Ling Feng sprinted towards the three great Yan Monarchs with the Xiuchun Knife in his hand, and the powerful true qi that burst out of his body suddenly caused a gust of wind.

"Kill him!"

Tian Yanjun landed and stood firm, looking at Ling Feng's familiar face, Tian Yanjun gritted his teeth with hatred. This time, even if he dies in battle, he will never let this guy leave alive in front of his eyes again.

The former Five Great Yan Monarchs of the Fire Lotus Sect, since they met Ling Feng, they don't know if it was arranged by fate or by chance, and now there are only 3 of the 5 buddies left. In order to avenge the two dead Yan Jun, Tian Yan Jun led the two younger brothers who were still alive and Ling Feng to start a fight. People who have mixed in the rivers and lakes and know a little bit of martial arts know that the strength of the five great Yanjun of the Fire Lotus Sect is extraordinary, and even such a poem has been circulating on the rivers and lakes: The rivers and lakes are like the sea people, and the heroes are bent over their waists. If you want to see the end of the day, only Yanjun will burn the sky!

Ling Feng fought against the three Yanjun with the strength of one person, which really worried everyone. As early as when he was in Juxian Villa, Ling Feng had eaten an elixir that was extremely powerful, and he had also eaten the meat of a Tianzen toad. Compared to ordinary martial arts cultivators on the rivers and lakes, Ling Feng could achieve a year's or even ten years of cultivation in one day. It has been more than half a year since he left Juxian Villa, and Jia Wuya must have made a qualitative leap in martial arts, but when it comes to fighting Yanjun, Jia Wuya doesn't have much bottom in his heart.

"Click, click, click......"

Ling Feng held the embroidered spring knife in both hands and slashed, and Yan Jun, who was fighting without any weapons, watched as his true qi strengthened, making every muscle in his body like an iron beating-when it meets steel, it will be steel. The harder and ferocious Ling Feng became, the stronger the muscles on Yan Jun's body became.

"That's, that's ......"

The battle between Ling Feng and the Three Great Yan Monarchs made the surrounding people watch nervously, and after trying to climb the mountain road for a while, Li Ziyi finally climbed to the side of his dead wife, barely supporting his body with one arm. Seeing Ling Feng's move just now, Li Ziyi's already dying heart was shocked.

It was a night 17 years ago, when a brocade guard Qianhu came to Taoyuan Mountain, he locked himself in a secret space to practice a set of knife techniques, after countless nights of wind and rain, he finally cultivated the knife technique, named "Rusty Spring Knife Technique". Just when the people of Taoyuan Mountain congratulated him, he was dull. Later, I learned that he only cultivated 35 styles in "Rusty Spring Thirty-six Styles", but the eighteenth style always felt that it was almost a little quintessence. It's a pity that his last wish was not fulfilled, but he was killed by his colleagues in Dongchang and finally buried in the back mountain of Taoyuan Mountain. He is Grandpa Azwa, the founder of the "Rusty Spring Knife Technique", and the secret space where he practiced the knife technique back then has not been known until now.

"Azwa, your grandfather's last wish has been fulfilled, you have chosen the right man......!"

Li Ziyi glanced at Ling Feng one last time with relief, knelt beside his wife, and fell to the ground with a sword. No one noticed Li Ziyi's death, and everyone watched Ling Feng's fight.

After a hard fight for a while, Ling Feng didn't have the slightest advantage. However, under the joint attack of the three great Yan Jun, Ling Feng had the upper hand. A knife, a cold weapon made by fusing iron and steel. Under everyone's gaze, the embroidered spring knife in Ling Feng's hand suddenly became like a silk cloth, and it was bent and wrapped around the arm of a Yan Jun.

"Huh!"

Ling Feng pulled back violently, and the curved blade of the embroidered spring knife slashed on Yan Jun's arm countless times.

"Don't think about it again!"

The left arm was entangled in the embroidered spring knife, but the fourth child ignored the danger of being cut at this time, and directly pressed his right hand on his left arm, resolutely preventing Ling Fengneng from taking away the rusty spring knife for a while. The flesh on his left arm had begun to peel off piece by piece and fell to the ground, and his right hand had been deeply cut by the blade of the embroidered spring knife. In order to avenge the brother who died, in order to give the eldest brother a chance to defeat, the fourth child gave up his life.

"Fourth brother......" Tianyan Jun roared like a beast.

"Smack!" Tianyanjun jumped up from the ground and slammed Ling Feng's chest with his knee that he had strengthened many times, Ling Feng was instantly knocked away and fell directly from the air on the mountain road.

"Poof......

Ling Feng clutched his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood, which spilled onto the rusty spring knife that he held tightly in his right hand. Just now, at the moment when Tianyan Jun attacked him fiercely, Ling Feng quickly gathered most of his true qi in his right hand, making the embroidered spring knife and his right hand one, just borrowing the powerful impact of Tianyan Jun, Ling Feng finally pulled out the embroidered spring knife. Ling Feng got up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his left hand, and held the embroidered spring knife that was still dripping blood in his right hand.

"Phew!"

Ling Feng glanced at the arm, which was the arm of Yan Jun who had just been wrenched by himself. Spit out the remaining blood sucked in his mouth to the ground, and Ling Feng became more confident and fierce and launched another attack on Yan Jun.

"Stay, I'll go ...... alone!"

Tian Yanjun pulled down his second brother and let him take care of the injured fourth brother, while he was one-on-one with Ling Feng. Now the two of them have suffered from each other's tricks, and they have both suffered internal injuries. Whether it was the victory of Tianyan Jun, who had experienced a hundred battles, or the victory of Ling Feng, who had become stronger, no one on both sides could say.

"Smack!"

In a flurry of moves, Tian Yanjun kicked the Embroidered Spring Knife in Ling Feng's hand into the air and flew into the distance.

"Click!"

The embroidered spring knife steadily pierced deep into the ground, but the place where the embroidered spring knife fell was a little far, and no one paid attention to Azwa and his party.

"My little heart, it scared me to death......"

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, you have a brother to protect you......"

Next to the embroidered spring knife, a white-faced man posed in a bewitching posture, saying squeamish words, comforting a woman with half of her red face, just because of half of her red face, her originally beautiful appearance made it impossible to see the appearance of the deity at all.

"Sister, let's go, I'm almost asleep watching them fight boringly one by one......"

"Luan'er, don't be in a hurry to leave, that's the famous Yanjun in the rivers and lakes, if we can get their essence this time, then maybe how much skill will we have to improve......?"

The white-faced man grabbed the woman with half of her red face and said what he was thinking.

"Why, you want to ......! But they are Yanjun, I'm afraid that with our strength alone, it is barely enough to deal with one, but there are 3 below!"

The woman moved her mind, but she thought of the disparity in strength between the enemy and me, and once again showed helplessness!

"Hmph, what's wrong with him Yan Jun! I think that young man's strength should be above Yan Jun, as long as I find the right time to start, can the three Yan Jun still escape from our mouths?!"

The blood on the embroidered spring knife had not yet dried, and the two stood beside the embroidered spring knife, asking about the strong fragrance, and sat on the mountain to watch the tiger fight...... (To be continued.) )