Chapter 66

Hundreds of steps ahead, the noise in his ears suddenly calmed down, Zifeng's footsteps suddenly stopped, and an ominous premonition appeared in his heart. Sure enough, in the field of vision, there was a figure slowly enlarged, middle-aged, in black, with vertical and horizontal scars on his face, unspeakably ferocious. The comer, holding the long knife, walked towards Zifeng step by step.

"Are you Wu Zifeng?" The middle-aged man said coldly.

"What can I do for you?" Zifeng stared at the middle-aged man with a bad face opposite and asked coldly.

"It's all right. I just want to kill you." Middle aged people seem to be telling a very common thing.

"Kill me? We have never been masked before. Why do we have the hatred of life and death? " Zifeng slowly drew out the ink knife and looked like a great enemy.

"There's no need to know. Someone can give Xuanshi." As soon as the voice fell, the middle-aged man stamped his right foot on the ground, with a long knife in his hand, and rushed to Zifeng in an instant.

Zifeng didn't hesitate. He rushed up with the same ferocity. His vitality gushed and cut hard at the other party‘ A loud noise of "Dang" rolled up the smoke and dust ten feet around. Before the smoke and dust dispersed, the two had been "jingling" fighting together.

The middle-aged man is fierce and powerful. At first sight, he is a man who has lived on the tip of the knife for a long time. He makes a fierce attack on Zifeng's vital place, like a hundred Zhang storm, and vows to swallow Zifeng.

Zifeng did not flinch. It's not the first time to encounter this kind of situation. The ink knife is tightly held in his hand, feeling the strength that is becoming more and more difficult to resist. It's like being cruel in his heart. He is crazy and carries it hard with middle-aged people, and the knife doesn't fall down.

The middle-aged man was surprised to see this. Is it the power that martial arts can have? One dodged, came to one side, squinted at the starter wind, "it's not easy to have such achievements at a young age. It's a pity." Let's show you the power of a general in his later period, "Qianjun cut!" With a loud drink, the scar on the middle-aged face suddenly became more ferocious, and the black clothes began to stir up with the majestic vitality.

The long sabre, which was raised, made a sound of hunting in the air, and the vitality swarmed towards the long sabre. The blade became more and more dignified, and finally turned into a deep ink color. A dangerous smell filled in all of a sudden. Time seemed to stop for a moment, and then a crisp crack sound, a startling blade, tore the air and split it towards Zifeng

Zifeng's eyes are unprecedentedly dignified, and the general is in the later stage. Zifeng is the most powerful martial artist Zifeng has ever met. Just listening to the "Qianjun cut", the air becomes heavy for a moment, and even the steps become difficult. Zifeng keeps his heart, and his strength is constantly compressed towards the ink knife in his hand. "The wind sweeps away the fallen leaves" is also slowly winding up

The sword awn fell from the sky. Before he got close, the ground Zifeng stood on sank more than a foot with a "bang". Zifeng's clothes and clothes also turned into fragments. The startling weight was pressed down. Zifeng slowly resolved by "sweeping the fallen leaves with the strong wind", but the weight of the resolution was far from enough. Zifeng tried to speed up, but his whole body was in the mud, The knife style in the hand also slowed down, and the vitality compression also lost control.

Finally, the ink knife in his hand fell to the ground and nearly fainted Zifeng. Before daomang arrived, Zifeng threw away dozens of exploding empty talismans. With a loud bang, daomang collided with dense exploding empty talismans. The sky of Qingyun town was blown apart, and a deep pit tens of feet deep appeared underground. The houses on both sides of the road had long disappeared, and a shocking crack extended into the unknown distance.

When the dust dispersed, there was still Zifeng's figure. The middle-aged man searched carefully for several times, and several disappeared in their place.

After a long time, the quiet street regained its vitality. The people hiding in one place slowly poured into the street and whispered the fight just now, "do you see it? That man was a scar just now. " The speaker, mentioning the name, felt a chill in his heart.

"Scar? Isn't he dead? How can it still appear? It seems that Wu Zifeng fought with him. But it's over. A genius just appeared in the Wu family and was killed like this. " Another person next to him said, such conversations happened one after another, and the news that Wu Zifeng was killed spread like the wind.

Scar is the most maverick among the mercenaries in Qingyun town. He teamed up with others to hunt prey. Because he was not satisfied with the distribution, he killed all his teammates in anger. This man is violent and cruel, and does not do evil. As long as there is Xuanshi, he is willing to do anything. He has carried dozens of names in Qingyun town. He has escaped the siege of Qingyun town several times. He hasn't appeared in Qingyun town for more than half a year. Now he appears again, which still makes people pale.

Zifeng was just fine. In a hurry at that time, he threw out dozens of explosive empty symbols, left one and exploded behind him. Relying on the impact of the explosion and the cover of dust, Zifeng was thrown into the decadent ruins beside the road to escape.

Scar stubbornly believes that a little martial artist can't escape in his famous stunt, with this contempt. Scar simply searched the deep pit and didn't find anyone. He thought Zifeng had disappeared and left.

Seeing that the scar had left, Zifeng breathed a sigh of relief, and the pain in his chest surged at this time. In the later period of the general, it was really not simple. In the confrontation just now, Zifeng was always strongly supporting. Zifeng was a little worse in speed and strength, which was completely oppressive.

Who wants my life? Now that you've done it, don't blame me for being rude. The stone in your hand suddenly turns into a piece of powder.

Soon, there was a sound of breaking the air around. Lin Jianling, Lin xuanxi, many mercenaries and, of course, the people of Wujiazhuang, their father Wu Feichen, stood on the opposite roof.

Before Lin xuanxi asked, the people who had just watched the war had described what had just happened affectionately, and the name scar appeared in everyone's mind again.

"Damn thing, it's back." Lin Jianling scolded angrily. Lin Jianling led the team to chase scar several times, but scar was born cautious, never procrastinate and make a quick decision. Afterwards, he will always lurk without leaving clues, so he failed several times.

"Who is the dead?" Lin Jianling asked carelessly.

"It seems to be the Wu family, Wu Zifeng." The person next to him responded.

"What!"“ What? " The people shouted with one voice.

When Wu Feichen heard the word "Wu family", his heart couldn't help but tighten. When Wu Zifeng's name came out, Wu Feichen jumped down directly from the air and grabbed the man just now like crazy. The power of the king of Wu was as thick as ink for a moment. The man just couldn't speak. He just pointed to the deep pit, where half of the ink knife lay quietly.

Wu Feichen, pick up the ink knife. The Dao is not Zifeng's. who owns it. Lin xuanxi closed his eyes and didn't know what he was doing? After that, he opened his eyes and stared at a broken house next to him. After a few eyes, he asked Lin Jianling to tidy up the scene, turned and left without the heavy color of the news he had just heard.

Wu Feichen stood quietly in the distance and kept rubbing the ink knife in his hand. He looked dejected. I don't know how long it took. He gave a startling roar, took the ten thousand feet of knife awn, and fiercely cleaved to the sky: "I Wu Feichen, if I don't report this worry, I swear not to be a man."

Then he dragged his frustrated mood and some rickety steps to the Wu family. He hasn't accepted the news yet. What about the rest of the Wu family? Xin'er, Yihan.