Chapter 386

"Brush!" A loud cry.

The sharp blade, with the roaring wind, swooped down like a hunting eagle and cleaved to Shen Feng's neck.

"Be careful!" Ren Yinger exclaimed.

Shen Feng looked at the blade coming, and the hundred battles blade in his hand was awn, "the blade of fire!"

As soon as his voice fell, the blade of Baizhan Dao suddenly turned red, "Hoo!" A red flame burst on the blade, and a hot heat wave spread.

Shen Feng waved the flaming Baizhan knife and met it fiercely.

"Qiang!" With a sound of, their weapons hit each other, sending out a clear sound of steel.

At the moment of attack, the internal Qi contained in the samurai sword dissipated instantly, and the flame on the Baizhan sword extinguished instantly, leaving only the red blade.

Shen Feng and Beichen Jiakang were surprised at this.

Shen Feng didn't expect that Beichen Jiakang's internal Qi cultivation was so strong. Similarly, Beichen Jiakang didn't expect that Shen Feng's strength was so great that his internal Qi was scattered by brute force alone, and his arm was slightly numb.

The surprise in Shen Feng's eyes flashed away. He shook his arms and threw Beichen Jiakang out.

Beichen Jiakang stumbled. Before he could stand firm behind him, Shen Feng's attack came. As soon as the red Baizhan knife was picked up, it attacked him.

"Not good." Beichen Jiakang was surprised and forcibly lifted the power in his body. His body turned over, and the edge of Baizhan knife rubbed his body.

Although he escaped Shen Feng's attack, the fiery power contained in the Baizhan sword ignited his clothes.

"Wow..." Beichen Jiakang rolled on the ground and put out the flame in a panic.

Although the flame went out, Beichen Jiakang looked very embarrassed.

Because Shen Feng's flame was unusual, he burned most of his clothes in a moment, and even his hair was scorched. If he hadn't protected himself with internal Qi, he would have been burned.

"Baga!" Beichen Jiakang held the samurai sword tightly and looked at Shen Feng with hatred.

"When I kick your eggs later, I hope you still have the strength to scold." Shen Feng narrowed his eyes and flashed a joking color in his eyes.

"I want you to die!" Beichen Jiakang roared and rushed up again, more than twice as fast as before.

"Half moon cut!" Shen Feng whispered, and the Baizhan knife in his hand crossed the red half moon.

"Beichen disorderly knife flow!" Beichen Jiakang was also unwilling to show weakness. The samurai sword in his hand flew up and down to meet Shen Feng's attack.

"Qiang!" The two weapons hit each other and burst out dazzling sparks.

"Crazy thorn!" Beichen Jiakang didn't stop at all. When his wrist turned, the edge of the samurai sword stabbed Shen Feng's chest.

Seeing this, Shen Feng threw the Baizhan Dao to his side and hit the edge of the samurai Dao sideways. At the same time, the edge of Baizhan Dao was cut to Beichen Jiakang's rib.

Beichen Jiakang was good at close competition. He didn't panic at all. The back of the samurai sword lifted, "Qiang!" The sound of stopped Shen Feng's attack.

Taking advantage of this gap, Shen Feng's eyes sank and roared, "big red lotus!"

Shen Feng's left arm seemed to be burning red steel, and a hot flame was burning on his fist, which fiercely attacked Beichen Jiakang's chest.

Beichen Jiakang knew the power of the flame and dared not fight with it. He kicked his legs and stepped back.

Although the fist was empty, the flame on the fist caught up.

"Brush!" With a sound, the samurai blade in Beichen Jiakang's hand was awn and slashed the flame in two, barely breaking Shen Feng's attack.

Shen Feng didn't intend to give him any chance from beginning to end. As soon as the flame was split, a violent breath burst out of Shen Feng's body.

"Black inflammation!"

There was a trace of black gas in the corner of Shen Feng's eyes. The black gas spread instantly and fused with the red flame to form a red and black flame.

Beichen Jiakang looked at the change of Shen Feng, his pupil suddenly shrunk, and his eyes showed the color of panic.

"Let me show you the strength of the dragon group today!" Shen Feng's evil spirit smiled and rushed up with a sudden acceleration.

Come on! Shen Feng's body is like a ghost. Before Beichen Jiakang reacts, he comes to Beichen Jiakang and cuts Beichen Jiakang's neck with a hundred battles knife burning a strange black flame.

Beichen Jiakang's experience of dueling with people for countless times played a role at this time. He subconsciously raised his samurai sword and made a defensive action.

"Qiang!" With the sound of, the hundred war Sabre and the samurai Sabre hit each other, making a sound of iron and steel.

However, Shen Feng's speed and strength are not comparable just now. When this knife was cut out, Beichen family kangton felt a numb in the mouth of the tiger, and a strong force was uploaded from the samurai sword.

But he still clenched his teeth and tried his best to hold the samurai sword. He knew that once the samurai sword came out, he would have to die.

Although Beichen Jiakang held the samurai sword, he even flew out with the sword.

"Bang!" With a loud noise, Beichen Jiakang bumped heavily into the trunk of a big tree not far away.

The violent impact made his internal organs tremble, his throat was sweet, and a trace of blood seeped from the corners of his mouth.

"What power are you!" Beichen Jiakang barely calmed his Qi and blood and said to Shen Feng.

"What power?" Shen Feng raised his mouth slightly and said faintly, "the power of death!"

After that, Shen Feng stormed up again like a shell.

Beichen Jiakang wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, forcibly urged the power in his body to the extreme, and roared: "I'm the first minister of Beichen sword family. How can I lose to you, a Chinese! Heaven cut! "

As soon as the blade of the warrior was cold, the internal Qi on it reached an unprecedented strength, and the internal Qi had extended to form a sharp edge, just like the original Beichen cool.

Then, he suddenly kicked the trunk behind him and cut into Shen Feng's body.

"That's interesting. It's a one shot victory! Nine ghosts cut! " Shen Feng's evil spirit smiled and the blade of Baizhan Dao roared. If ghosts and gods cry.

"Boom!" At the sound of, Shen Feng and Beichen Jiakang hit each other with the power of the knife, and a loud explosion was sent out, which aroused a layer of air waves in the air and spread around.

After the air wave spread out a distance of more than ten meters, it gradually weakened and dissipated in the air.

After the residual power of the air wave, Shen Feng and Beichen Jiakang were deadlocked together and stared at each other tightly.

Shen Feng's face was indifferent, and Beichen Jiakang's arms had been numb, completely biting his teeth and holding on.