Chapter 20

Wu Tianjie looked at Ziming's reaction and felt hopeless. Not only today, but the future of the Wu family was slim. Listening to the ridicule of the bandits across the street, all the members of the Wu family were disappointed and looked at Wu Ziming. The strong young generation of the Wu family turned out to be like this. It was hard to help feeling cold. The language of the bandits across the street also made Wu Tianjie unable to refute.

"Ah" Xin'er broke away, but when she looked at the bandits, she couldn't help turning pale and exclaiming. The man who just grabbed himself was nailed to the ground by a huge ink long knife. The man had an incredible look on his face. He still held Xin'er in his right hand. He bled a certain amount and died in front of him.

Wu Zifeng looked at Xin'er to be insulted. His mind was blank. His anger was hard to suppress. With a bang, it filled every nerve of Zi Feng. Xin'er, Xin'er, unconscious, the ink knife flew out. Then Zifeng stood up from the roof and was murderous.

He jumped and fell into the center of the scene. Facing hundreds of ferocious bandits, he said word by word: "Whoever moves my sister, die!" The strong evil spirit made the vitality of heaven and earth all over the body begin to boil. The majestic murderous spirit, like a roaring tsunami, set off thousands of huge waves. The bandits on the opposite side looked pale. What's more, they fell to the ground.

"Zifeng", "brother Zifeng" and "it's Zifeng" screamed out from the population of Wujiazhuang. Wu xiner was wronged and shed tears and looked at his brother with eyes.

Bai Yihan was stunned. The figure standing proudly in the field seemed as if he would not fall between heaven and earth. Even if the sky collapsed, he would not be afraid, just like the figure of Wu Feichen in those days. For a while, the bitterness turned into rolling tears and slipped down.

Wu Tianjie, Wu Feihong, Feiming and others were also stunned. Although they had some guesses in their hearts after receiving the notes sent by Wu Zifeng, when Wu Zifeng appeared in front of them, in this way, when Wu family villa was ridiculed, they destroyed the pride of the bandits in one fell swoop. The momentum alone made hundreds of people pale. Is this or the Wu Zifeng who can't practice and has no strength to bind chickens?

Pingyi Xiugang just felt a strong wind coming. If he didn't come, he heard a scream. Then he saw a subordinate die under the knife. Later, he saw a young man falling from the sky, handsome and extraordinary. In a moment of anger, heaven and earth helped him. The murderous spirit carried by the young man in just a few words made his mind appear in such a moment of trance, You should know that you are in the later stage of Wuzong. You can't help but be shocked, but you feel at ease when you think of your strength.

"Xin'er is not afraid. I'll save you." Zifeng smiled and preached to Xin'er. He turned around, knelt on the ground, knocked his head three times against Wu Tianjie and said, "Grandpa, Zifeng is unfilial. He just appeared now. I hope Grandpa let Zifeng go to war."

Wu Tianjie is in a very good mood now. His gloomy face just now disappeared with the emergence of Zifeng. With a wave of his hand, "Zifeng, go and meet him."

Without saying anything, Zifeng simply said to the boy who came out: "come on."

The young man was also a little surprised, but he was not afraid. It was useless to say more. As soon as his hands rolled, a fierce wolf had rushed to Zifeng.

"General level!" Wu Tianjie looked at the other party and couldn't help shouting. Wujiazhuang's excited expression began to sink. Only Ziyan still clenched her small fist: "brother Zifeng, you will win. Wait."

Wu Feiming's injury is getting better. Looking at the confident Ziyan, I don't know what to say. The difference between martial arts teacher and general is one level, but it's a world apart.

Zifeng didn't hear the discussion. With one punch, the fierce wolf was crushed. Zifeng, who had no ink knife, rushed straight to the young man, regardless of his grade difference, Yuan Li wrapped his fist. The flames of war and the smoke of wolves have been displayed. Countless fists have been quickly waved from Zifeng's hands. As you can see, there are fist shadows on the field. The young man is also very human. He doesn't know what skill he uses. They don't distinguish between the top and the bottom. They have handed in hundreds of fists at a time.

Zifeng, with a wrong step, flashed to the young man's side, his right fist was full of vitality, and hammered the young man in front of his chest. The young man's right arm rung, his body turned left, and his left hand also swung vigorously. Zifeng leaned back and swept his toes towards the boy's jaw, but he was caught. He turned around in the air. His left foot collided with the boy's arm and retreated a few steps.

Wu Tianjie doesn't believe his eyes. Can a martial artist and a general spell it like this. It's incredible. Although the collision between the two people's breaths was not as shocking as Wu Haoran just now, the agile speed, fierce attack means and the fight scene of turning up and down seemed to have more visual impact than the previous fight, only seeing the dry tongue of the population.

"You're very good, but that's it. The power of a general can't be shaken by a martial artist." The boy said faintly to Zifeng, and a stronger vitality immediately filled the boy's body. Zifeng's eyes narrowed slightly. The results of everything can't be determined by talking. Only strength can determine everything.

The surging vitality was made into huge fists and roared towards Zifeng. Zifeng dodged left and right, but there were too many fists. When there was no way to hide, Zifeng raised his fist and shook it hard. Just listening to the sound of "bang", Zifeng's fist became numb and retreated two steps. Looking at the young man in the opposite direction, Zifeng is also a little angry. Only you have it, so do I.

Then Zifeng took out more than ten pieces of talisman paper in the puzzled eyes of the people, waved the talisman pen, breathed more than ten special small notes, and flew to the boy. The boy looked at the flying talisman, but the experience told him. It's not a good thing. It can be dangerous.

He stamped his feet on the ground and wanted to avoid, but the talisman seemed to have spirit, so he changed his direction and followed closely. The boy was helpless. He had to strengthen his defense and watched the talisman approach.

Zifeng gave a gentle "explosion", and the rune paper exploded. In the fierce roar, the boy was bombed in a mess, his clothes were broken in many places, and his hair was messy, but the boy's footsteps stood still, but his dull eyes were suddenly cold, and looked at Zifeng with a deep chill.

The onlookers were stunned by Zifeng's hand. Isn't it a talisman? How could he. In the roar, the hunting of people's clothes rang and the dust flew for a long time.

But Ping Yixiu obviously couldn't see it anymore: "fool, don't solve it quickly. A martial artist still wastes so much time."

The boy slowly drew out the broad sword behind him: "you are the first peer to let me draw the sword. Where's your knife?"

Zifeng also looked at each other with a dignified face. If he changed to himself, would he still be as relaxed as a teenager in that case? Zifeng didn't know. His eyes met the boy and said faintly, "I don't need a knife to deal with you."

"Hua" this boy is too rampant. The bandits are shouting for a while. The martial arts master doesn't need weapons for the generals. Up to now, there is no sign of lack of vitality. Is there any justice. Bai Yihan also has some doubts. Zifeng is not such a character at ordinary times. Why is he so big today.

However, Wu Tianjie and others have been surprised by this chaotic fight for a long time. They don't pay attention to how Zifeng chooses to fight. Zifeng is hard to say, because he doesn't have the corresponding knife technique, otherwise he won't be like this. After Zifeng explained for a long time, no one is willing to believe it.

After listening to Zifeng's response, the young man didn't look at Zifeng as sarcastically as others, but quietly. His vitality began to gather around him, and the color became darker and mellower. When the color became rich to a certain extent, a fuzzy huge sword shadow about ten feet long slowly appeared behind the young man. The sword shadow exuded a dangerous smell, and invisible fluctuations were formed in the presence, The young man held the sword with both hands. After the sword was raised, he slowly leaned back. The sword body behind him was also adjusted with the young man's action. The towering power was slowly formed between heaven and earth

Wu Zifeng was oppressed by this momentum, and Yuan Li operated intermittently. Zifeng couldn't help looking at Xin'er and Niang. He did not consider the power of this sword. He only knew what kind of insult his family would suffer if he failed. Therefore, he could not lose, even if he died.

Zifeng roared up to the sky. The roar broke through layers of constraints, and his vitality suddenly surged up. A roar: the wind and cloud changed. The originally clear sky was dark, and the dark clouds slowly gathered. Zifeng's head was covered with lightning, and his surging vitality suddenly rushed out of his body. The strong wind rolled, and a wild breath competed with the youth.

Their momentum is rising and rising. Wu Tianjie shouted: step back. The people woke up from the shock and hurried back. The same is true for pingyixiu opposite. No one thought that the fight between the two young people was so fierce.

Finally, their actions stopped. The broad sword in the young man's hand stretched out the full moon, and split Huashan angrily. The knife awn more than ten feet behind him was like chasing the stars and shooting the moon. He took the momentum of destroying the sky and the earth and fiercely split it to Zifeng. The wind was strong and the sand flew away.

At the same time, Zifeng closed his eyes and opened his fists. Like thousands of rivers, he found a vent. The flames of war and smoke, the wind and fire set the prairie ablaze, and he was furious. He made three moves in a row. Like splitting the waterfall flow before, the three fists were superimposed one after another to form a fire dragon. He was wild and roared and rushed to the sword. Time and eyes were fixed at this moment.