Chapter 243

"Beichen draws his sword and cuts it!" Beichen gave a violent drink and condensed the special internal Qi in his hand.

"Miso!" With a sound of, the samurai sword in his hand suddenly came out of its scabbard. The cold awn on the body of the sword lingered with a special breath and cut it hard towards Shen Feng's neck.

Shen Feng looked at the attack from Beichen and said with a cold look: "I can do this, too. The flame draws a knife!"

As Shen Feng's voice fell, a burning breath burst out of his hands and spread around.

"Miso!"

The whole red hundred battles sword came out of its scabbard in an instant, and the sharp blade, with its blazing force, fiercely welcomed the samurai sword sent by Beichen.

"What!" Beichen Zhi and Jiahe Qingzi's eyes showed a surprised color. They didn't expect Shen Feng to do this again.

"Qiang!" With the sound of, the hundred war Sabre with a hot breath and the samurai Sabre from Beichen hit each other hard, and a clear sound of steel was sent out.

When the blade went down, the internal Qi attached to the blade by Beichen was instantly dispersed, and the hot breath on the Baizhan blade was also weakened.

The competition in momentum is half a kilo to eight Liang, but Shen Feng has an absolute advantage in power.

Beichenzhi was beaten back by Shen Feng and others with a knife for three or four meters before he stabilized his body.

Although Beichen Zhi's arm was slightly numb, he shouted to Shen Feng: "how can you my swordsmanship of Beichen family!"

"Your swordsmanship of Beichen family? It's ridiculous. Your so-called swordsmanship on East Island is only a skin in China. " Shen Feng sneered.

"Baga!" Beichenzhi was angered again.

The cold light flashed on the blade and raised the samurai sword over his head with both hands. This time, there was a layer of cold breath on the samurai sword in his hand.

Shen Feng knows this smell. He was hurt by it the last time he was on the East Island.

"Beichen a knife flow, tiger roar!" Beichen gave a violent drink, and the samurai sword in his hand roared and split towards Shen Feng's head, as if to divide Shen Feng into two.

"Kill!" Shen Feng looked at his attack, and uttered a low roar. The flames of Baizhan Dao were full and met the attack caused by Beichen.

"Qiang!" With the sound of, the hundred battles sword and the samurai sword hit each other hard, and hit a dazzling spark.

Shen Feng could obviously feel that he was much stronger than just now, but he didn't keep his hand, and they hit Bozhong again.

"Whoosh..." the sound of several sharp blades across the air came from the side, and the three Ninja darts glittered and attacked Shen Feng's ribs.

Shen Feng sensed the approaching danger. The blade of Baizhan Dao in his hand was cold, "get away from me!"

After saying that, Shen Feng's muscles in his arms suddenly bulged and fiercely pushed beichenzhi back out, and then his blade turned, "Bang..." several crisp sounds. The hundred war knife hit all the three Ninja darts and flew out, deeply embedded in the wall not far away.

These three Ninja darts were thrown by Jiahe Qingzi.

"Fine son, this is the battle between me and him." Beichen whispered to Jiahe Qingzi.

"Pig head!" The man in white suit scolded.

With a flash in his eyes, a heat wave burst out all over his body. In a twinkling, a blue flame burned on the golden crutch in his hand and attacked Shen Feng fiercely.

The man with short red hair showed a ferocious way on his face: "crazy!"

The muscles on his body soared, and the clothes on his upper body were torn instantly, revealing his strong muscles, and his body shape rose to a height of about two meters in an instant.

The red short haired man, like the Monte killed by Shen Feng before, is of crazy warrior blood, but their strength is obviously not of the same grade.

After the red short haired man fell into a crazy state, his body suddenly accelerated and rushed towards Shen Feng like a shell.

At the same time, the four men with them rushed up respectively.

For a moment, Shen Feng was facing the attack of eight people at the same time, but Shen Feng didn't panic at all. Instead, a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth

"Bully the less with more, when there is no one in my dragon group!" A low voice came into everyone's ears.

I saw a body full of rage and internal Qi falling from the sky and smashing it hard at the red short haired man who was in a crazy state.

"Bang!" With a sound of, the body falling from the sky collided with the man with short red hair.

After the two collided, the man with short red hair immediately flew out and hit the wall behind him heavily.

Under the impact of this great force, the wall sank instantly, and the man with short red hair was' inlaid 'on the wall.

He was a strong man with the same height of about two meters, a face full of flesh and a beard.

This strong man, Wang Quan, is one of the members of the earth group. He has reached the state of innate success with hard Qigong and external strength.

"Vulnerable!" Wang Quan looked at the short haired man embedded in the wall and said coldly.

"Whoosh, whoosh..." several silent silver awns flashed, and these awns disappeared into the backs of the four men.

The four men rushed to Shen Feng's body, suddenly stagnated, and then fell down, foaming at the mouth and twitching.

Then, a gentle man in a white suit and gold wire glasses came out.

The man's name is Zhang Yong, one of the members of the local group. He came from a family of traditional Chinese medicine. He is superb with a silver needle. One needle can live and one needle can die.

The needles he had just given did not directly kill them, but temporarily incapacitated them.

"You little minions better lie down and don't make trouble here." Zhang Yong said softly.

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"Control the flame, then let me be your opponent." A cold voice came.

Then, a cold light came along the sound, which was filled with infinite chill.

"Qiang!" The cold awn and the golden crutch in the white suit man's hand hit each other, and a crisp sound of steel was sent out.

With this blow, the crutch in the white suit man's hand was deflected, and the chill on the cold light scattered the blue flame in an instant.

I saw a man in a white robe and holding a three foot ancient sword. He was thirty-five or six years old and looked cold. He stopped in front of the man in a white suit.

The white robed man, named Jin Yi, was born in the Chinese hidden sect and the ancient Jianzong. His internal Qi cultivation has long been a congenital accomplishment. He is also a member of the dragon group.

"The three foot ancient sword in my hand has no opponent for a long time. I hope you don't let me down." Jin Yi said coldly to the man in white suit.