Chapter 134

Just when Zhan Fei thought that he could clap the tianlinggai of seasonal wind and smoke with one slap, the palm he split was stiff in the air!

A broad hand, firmly clasped Zhan Fei's wrist, just set his palm at the distance from the tip of the monsoon cigarette.

Zhan Fei didn't expect that his attack would be stopped. He immediately raised his head and found a man with a handsome face and an erect pupil in the middle of his eyebrow. He didn't know when he appeared next to the monsoon smoke. The palm buttoned on his wrist came from this man!

The man's face was wooden, and there was no emotion in his eyes. Zhan Fei even didn't notice a breath, so he was approached by this man!

"Yang Jian." The monsoon smoke sits quietly on the chair and calls softly.

Yang Jian's hand immediately moves. He turns his hand violently, clasps Zhan Fei's wrist with one hand, holds the other hand of the three pointed and two edged knife, and suddenly cuts at Zhan Fei's head!

The fierce cold air swept over Zhan Fei's head, and a cold sense of death poured into Zhan Fei's tianlinggai. Almost subconsciously, he mustered all his strength, smashed it down against Yang Jian's hand, and took advantage of the gap between Yang Jian's hands, he immediately pulled back!

Zhan Fei's speed is extremely fast, and he narrowly escaped Yang Jian's attack. But even so, the tip of the three pointed and two edged knife still passed his cheek, but with a gentle sweep, he made a long cut on Zhan Fei's cheek!

In an instant, the smell of blood filled the silent hall. The smell of blood choked into everyone's lungs.

Yang Jian stood steadily behind the monsoon smoke, and a crack appeared in Zhan Fei's fist, but he didn't respond. He just slightly lowered his eyes and looked at the crack at the mouth of the tiger, which was long, thin and winding. Some sawdust could be seen falling down the crack.

But

Zhan Fei, who escaped, was already in a cold sweat. He never dreamed that someone could take his next move in a remote city like Jicheng!

What's more, Zhan Fei can't believe that he was hurt by the man in front of him by carelessness!

The sharp pain on his cheek reminded Zhan Fei of his shock all the time.

Su Lingmin and Lei Min, who were standing behind Zhan Fei, were dumbfounded. They stared at Zhan Fei's face and saw the scar on his bone. They watched a lot of blood go down the wound and dye Zhan Fei's chest.

It's all so weird that they can't believe it!

"War Mr. Zhan?! " Su Lingpeng's voice has changed. Zhan Fei is the bodyguard Your Majesty gave to the eldest princess. In fact, it's self-evident that he has been with the eldest princess for so long. Su Lingpeng has never seen Zhan Fei lose a battle in the hands of any opponent.

But

This is impossible, but it appears in front of her.

This

How could it be!

"Shut up!" Zhan Fei cast a low spell and lifted his hand to wipe away the blood on his cheek. He narrowed his eyes and stared at Yang Jian, who stood beside the monsoon smoke, with his eyes drooping.

"Who are you!"

Yang Jian didn't respond at all. He didn't even look at Zhan Fei.

The sound of monsoon smoke sounded at the moment.

"His name is Yang Jian. If you like, you can also call him Erlang God!"