At a distance of one foot, with his back to the enemy, even a small child, as long as he is holding a sharp blade, can use this to kill a powerful martial arts master. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info What's more, standing behind him is a rare master in the rivers and lakes.

Suddenly, a blue crystal crystal and Bisensen's cold light flew out of the blue scorpion's sleeve, stabbing the back of Jiang Feng's head like lightning.

This strange blade looks like a scorpion venomous tail that has been magnified more than ten times, long, curved, soft, hard, and can be twisted and turned at will. The most terrifying thing is that this blade has hook-like barbs from head to tail.

Legend has it that the scorpions in the desert are the messengers of death, and their tails can easily take your life away if they gently cut through your skin.

It's a pity that today, the blue scorpion can't be counted as a person anymore.

Because a person's eyes will only grow in front of the head, but Jiang Feng's eyes seem to have an extra pair in the back of the head. Otherwise, why did the blue scorpion's scorpion tail whip just strike out, and Jiang Feng's right hand flicked it lightly?

The sonic boom that the whip stirred up in the air, and the glittering barbs on the whip, could not cause the slightest trouble to Jiang Feng. The next moment, the blue scorpion suddenly found that the scorpion tail whip on which he relied for survival had rolled upside down and went straight to his throat.

"Are you going to die? Like Yin Wai, die in the hands of the same person!"

In a trance, the blue scorpion remembered that in the past, when she was still a little girl, she met Yin Wai. At that time, Yin Wai was not a blue devil, and the blue scorpion at that time was just a little slave who was oppressed and tortured.

Yin Wai saved the blue scorpion and passed on to her martial arts and drug-making skills. The blue scorpion is an extremely smart person, so smart that she is very fast, and even Yin Cry is no match for her. However, all this did not bring her happiness, because Yin cried away, and the blue scorpion did not chase her, she stubbornly waited in this barren desert, waiting for Yin Cried to come back.

Day after day, year after year, she waited for the message of Yin crying, but it was the message of life and death.

When the blue scorpion found the mirror master incarnated by Jiang Feng here, she thought that this was Yin Wai's instructions in the dark. There are many rumors about the mirror master in the rivers and lakes, and the blue scorpion naturally knows that if she doesn't succeed, she will die, but she still goes.

Whether it was the poison in the wine and food, or the martial arts that the blue scorpion had practiced hard for many years, in the end, it did not bring her success.

The next moment, she was greeted by death!

Death is the most wonderful thing in the world, and in the face of death, different people will naturally behave differently. But it is quite rare to be as relieved and serene as the blue scorpion.

The sound of the wind, the sound of the wind stimulated by the scorpion's tail whip, the blue scorpion is already familiar with this sound, and it can't be more familiar. The difference is that in the past, this voice would only appear next to others, but this time, it was finally her turn.

Close his eyes and wait for death, but the next moment, the blue scorpion did not feel the slightest pain.

When he opened his eyes, the blue scorpion suddenly found that his scorpion tail whip had been broken at some point. And the mirror master turned around and said lightly: "This seat is in a good mood today, let you go for the time being, but if there is a next time, you will definitely die!"

"Driving ......"

From head to tail, the jet-black horse did not have the slightest soft color and sparkled black, and the luster looked like a black treasure. Immediately, the black cloak of the man flew in the wind, revealing the fiery red satin inside, and the man and horse galloped by, as if something big was about to happen.

In the black cloak, there was a black tights, a black belt, black riding boots, small black leather gloves, a long black whip in his hand, and only one face was pale and terrifyingly pale.

When the blue scorpion left, he looked from the side and saw that the bridge of his nose was straightened and his thin lips were closed, showing that he was strong and cold. His eyebrows were raised, and under the dark eyebrows were a pair of deep eyes, deep and faceless. No one could see what was going on in his mind, this face was almost perfect, and the young man could hardly find the slightest flaw in his whole person, this strange "perfection" was terrifyingly perfect.

After going out of the door, the blue scorpion glanced at it at this moment, and knew that this horse tied to the door at random was really a dragon species chosen among ten thousand, and the person who could ride this kind of horse would never be an idle character. There can only be one reason for such a character to come to such a small shop.

But the blue scorpion really didn't want to continue here to see what would happen next. She still has a glimmer of hope, to find someone, if that person can't avenge Yin Wai, the blue scorpion can no longer think of anyone else who can kill this master whose martial arts are terrifying to the extreme.

"You're looking for the Desert King?"

The boy's voice was cold, sharp, short, and slightly tinged with a sense of urgency that deliberately lowered his voice.

looked at the young man calmly, especially the collar that the other party could put up. Why would a man put his collar so high? It must be to disguise something, for example, the Adam's apple!

Jiang Feng shook his head at this time and said, "It seems that Zamuhe is already more than lucky!"

"Shut up!"

As soon as the black-clothed young man pulled the cloak with his left hand, the black cloak pressed down on the river wind like a dark cloud, and there were even seven cold stars in the dark clouds. He seemed to have moved his true anger, and his subordinates showed no mercy, and between the cloaks with his left hand, the seven-point cold light hidden in his sleeve also took advantage of the momentum to strike out.

This move "Flying Star under the Cloud" is exactly the life's stunt of the "Desert Divine Dragon" that dominated the world in the past, and I don't know how many martial arts masters have died under this move. These seven points of cold mangs were in his sleeve, and no one would want to see them, and when he heard the sound of the hidden weapon coming from the wind, it was too late to hide from himself.

This seemingly handsome young man actually practiced this kind of vicious kung fu, and the next moment, sharp hidden weapons and wind rumors had already pierced his chest.

"Little trick!"

With a disdainful cold snort, the next moment, Jiang Feng had already reached out with his right hand, as if he was scooping dumplings in a boiling cauldron.

At this time, those terrifying hidden weapons were like dumplings that would only roll with boiling water, and they were all caught in Jiang Feng's hands without any ability to resist.

Gripping it hard, a series of clicks kept coming. Subsequently, the clicking sound became smaller and smaller, and even became the sound of grinding against the sand.

As Jiang Feng's hand slowly let go, grains as fine as sand, annoying the metallic luster of iron sand slowly flowed down. There is never a shortage of sand in the desert, and the people who grow here are most familiar with sand, but the sand in front of the young man's eyes inexplicably brought him an indescribable sense of fear.

Even, he has forgotten that he still has martial arts and a long whip in his hand. (To be continued.) )