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Who knew that Qin Feng would only miss one strike, upon hearing a thunderous roar, his body exploded backwards, his body spun, his spear swept out, his face like a jade dragon.

The young man who was attacking from behind saw the shadow of the spear appear in front of him and was stunned. His face changed drastically as he became terrified. The spiritual energy within his body surged into the long sword in his hand and blocked the spear horizontally in front of his chest.

"Die!" Qin Feng gave a low shout, his face was filled with coldness, the long spear was like a rod, sweeping out with a sound like it was being split apart, the power was strong and heavy, on the spear body, the black dense dragon scale stood up, flashing with a cold light.

The young man behind him was originally only at the perfection-stage of the Martial Master realm. However, when he carefully calculated the difference in cultivation levels between him and Qin Feng, he was already a small realm behind him.

Qin Feng possessed dual attributed spirit energy, so whether it was the strength of the spirit energy or the attack power, they were both on completely different levels.

And it was another hurried welcome, the dragonlance's sweeping over gave him a stifling feeling, the aura of death enveloped him, and with a clash, a wave of immense power rushed over, the palm holding the blade trembled and the palm of his hand split open, dripping with blood, the long blade slipped out, causing the dragonlance to heavily smash into his chest.

The young man flew backward like a broken bag, his chest caved in. Without a doubt, his ribs were broken, and thick blood spurted out from his body. He landed on the ground with his internal organs.

Instantly beating a person to the point where he was on the verge of death and had lost his combat effectiveness, Qin Feng's gaze did not waver in the slightest, it was ice-cold.

The bright blade edge was extremely cold. It had to be said that this person had a good grasp of time, and at this moment, Qin Feng was completely exhausted. While he was gasping for air, he did not even have any strength to resist.

Furthermore, at this time, the others had also reacted, attacking from all directions, not giving Qin Feng any time to catch his breath.

However, how could Qin Feng be a normal person? Whether it was the special training he received from the Black Bamboo Manor, the various methods to increase his combat experience, or the death hunt he faced in the past few days, he had at least five ways to resolve this situation.

Compared to a few months ago, the current him had far more than just his cultivation. His progress in other areas was much greater.

His body leaned backwards at an incredible angle, almost parallel to the ground, while his feet also moved at this moment, gliding on the ground, quickly dodging the attacks from all directions, throwing out a kick, kicking the person in front of him who couldn't react in time away. With his feet as the center, he held the long spear in his hand, quickly turning his body in a circle, the afterimages of the spear appearing everywhere.

In just a few breaths of time, one person had already completely lost his or her combat effectiveness, and another was heavily injured.

As for Qin Feng, he was not harmed in the slightest. Holding his spear, he stood in the middle with a sneer on his face, and no one within a five meter radius around him dared to step foot inside, as though it was a vacuum zone.

"It's true that even an anxious rabbit would bite. Moreover, Second Young Master Qin is not a rabbit." Lin Ping sighed, he looked at the unmoving Qin Feng in the arena with amazement, his face revealing a trace of a smile, but his eyes were incomparably gloomy.

There were eight of them ganging up on Qin Feng alone, and the difference in their cultivations were not too far apart, who would have thought that in just one exchange, they would be able to easily kill one of them and injure one of them, leaving only six people with combat effectiveness.

One must know that three of the eight of them had cultivations at the same level as Qin Feng, and had taken longer than Qin Feng to break through to the next stage.

This was simply a great shame and humiliation, and only Qin Feng's blood could wash it off.

"Kill, don't hold back!" A loud roar came out, following that, the Knife Light's sword shadows, the spear shadows blotted out the sky, the sounds of gold iron clashing resonated endlessly, and berserk spirit energy surged.