Chapter 407

Shen Feng's twin models were dark, and the surface was covered with a layer of strange red. He looked at the three people. The blades of his hands were cold, and a sharp knife gas cut straight at the three people.

The sabre was very fierce and attacked the three people at a very fast speed.

"Ancient sword cut!" Jin Yi's sword vibrated and met the attack.

"Qiang!" With the sound of, the long sword and the knife hit each other angrily, and a crisp sound of steel was sent out.

Then, Jin Yi felt that a huge force came from the long sword in his hand, which immediately scattered the internal Qi on the sword.

But Jin Yi clenched his teeth, forced his arms fiercely, and shouted, "break it for me!"

"Bang!" With a sound of, under the fierce blow, the knife Qi instantly turned into an air wave and dissipated in the air, but his body shape was knocked back seven or eight steps by the air wave.

When he stabilized his figure, his hand holding the long sword trembled.

"It's so strong. It's just a knife. It's so strong!" Jin Yi looked at Shen Feng with lingering fear.

Shen Feng looked at his knife Qi and was resisted by Jin Yi. A ferocious smile appeared on his face: "kill!"

As he spoke, his body suddenly accelerated and was about to continue to rush to Jin Yi.

A golden cold light directly hit his chest, which was the golden needle thrown by Zhang Yong.

Shen Feng looked at the golden awn and didn't care at all. As soon as his left wrist turned, the edge of the snow shone, "bang!" With a crisp sound, the gold needle was easily knocked out and disappeared.

"No, you can't do it from a distance!" Zhang Yong looked at the flying gold needle and clenched his teeth.

However, Shen Feng, who was originally running to Jinyi, turned around and rushed towards Zhang Yong like lightning.

Zhang Yong is not good at close combat. Once Shen Feng rushes over, it will undoubtedly be fatal to him.

"Die!" Shen Feng uttered a low roar from hell and chopped in the direction of Zhang Yong.

Just then, Jiahe Qingzi's body rushed over from behind and surrounded him from behind.

Shen Feng felt someone holding him, turned his right wrist, turned the edge of the blade, and was about to stab back, so he listened to the beauty behind him.

"Wake up, I know you're in great pain. Wake up, I'm Qingzi."

This sound was almost shouted by Jiahe Qingzi with a crying voice. She couldn't bear to look at Shen Feng.

"Qingzi..." the bloodthirsty red in Shen Feng's eyes gradually faded, and his eyes also recovered a trace of clarity.

"Right now!"

A fine light flashed in Zhang Yong's eyes. He immediately took out a gold needle from the small box and stabbed Shen Feng's chest.

The gold needle was as thin as hair, but extremely sharp. It was almost unhindered and disappeared into the chest.

The moment the gold needle disappeared into his body, Shen Feng felt a suffocation in his chest, and a sharp pain came from his heart.

Under this severe pain, it stimulated the madness in his body, "kill!" With a roar, he lifted the snow and split it towards Zhang Yong's head.

"No! Don't kill him! " Jiahe Qingzi shouted.

After Shen Feng heard her voice, the snow in his hand stopped again. The sharp breath of snow was only less than ten centimeters away from Zhang Yong.

Seeing that Shen Feng's attack stalled, Zhang Yong shot again like lightning and stabbed four needles in a row. Plus one needle in his chest, it was exactly five needles. This is the secret of Zhang Jia. Five needles in heaven!

After five needles, the strength in Shen Feng's body quickly retreated.

Then, a golden awn flashed on his left hand, and the "Yi" pattern flashed out in the palm of his hand, completely suppressing that force.

Looking at the sky demon ring on Shen Feng's hand shining twice, there was no more movement. Shen Feng's body fell powerlessly into Jiahe Qingzi's arms and fainted

Zhang Yong watched Shen Feng recover his calm, sat down on the ground and gasped heavily.

His body had been soaked with cold sweat. Now he remembered the thrilling scene just now and was afraid.

"OK, you boy, you still have such a skill." Jin Yi, who never smiles at ordinary times, smiled at Zhang Yong.

"It's also my first time to use this trick. I didn't expect it to work." Zhang Yong gasped and stood up.

Jiahe Qingzi didn't speak all the time. He held Shen Feng so quietly, with a distressed look in his eyes, and then asked Zhang Yong anxiously, "what's his situation now?"

Zhang Yong came over, gently clasped Shen Feng's pulse door, meditated a little and said, "from the pulse, Qi and blood are about to run out. At least he needs to rest for half a month to recover."

"Well, it's not suitable to stay here for a long time. Let's go as soon as possible." Jin Yi looked at the empty Beichen family's martial arts field and frowned.

"OK." Zhang Yong answered and carried Shen Feng to the jeep with Jiahe Qingzi.

The jeep roared and went straight away. At this time, the East had just turned white

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In this war, Beichen, the owner of Beichen family and President of Cherry Blossom Association, died.

Although Beichen family and cherry blossom club are deeply rooted and their overall strength is still in existence, their main elites and morale were almost completely destroyed in this war, which has become no threat to Tianhua club.

Now only Qiancheng family is left in the east capital, and only Qiancheng family can compete with Tianhua society.

The blood attack and the night owl are all in a wait-and-see state, and no one means to intervene. Some small gangs are wise to protect themselves. For fear that Shen Feng is unhappy, they directly kill the door and follow the footsteps of Beichen's family.

However, such a thing happened in Dongdu. Dongdao shrine can't sit still, not to mention Yixin, who belongs to the shrine.

On a hill in the suburb of Dongdu, there is a building with Dongdao style. There is often a bell and chanting. Here is the location of Dongdao shrine.

In a spacious hall of the shrine, people are gathering to discuss.

"We can't wait any longer. If we wait any longer, the Dragon Group will directly send someone to attack the shrine." A man with an ancient East Island bun and a ghost mask said.

"The dragon group is too arrogant. It's time to give them some color to see."

………

Listening to everyone's comments, the middle-aged man sitting in front of a huge WARRIOR STATUE frowned.

The middle-aged man was wearing the ancient wooden rattan armor of Dongdao, and there was a huge Taidao about one and a half meters long.

This man, Zhitian Xiu, is one of the leaders of the East Island shrine.

"Yes, I want to give some color to the dragon group, otherwise what's my face on East Island!" Zhitian xiuleng tunnel.