The man with a mean face thought he was humiliated by Zhang Feng, because no warrior would tease a woman when he was pointed at by an enemy with a knife. That would be irresponsible for his own life, or he didn't put the enemy in his eyes at all.
He believes that Zhang Feng's actions belong to the latter.
The long sword in his hand was trembling, and his face was pale, showing his anger.
Hearing the cry, Zhang Feng walked out of a dazed expression, looked at the man, and said embarrassingly: "Sorry, sorry, forgot you, what did you just say, want to pass your level?"
"Yes!"
The man yelled depressedly.
He is also a warrior, and he knows that when facing the enemy, he is most taboo to be angered by the enemy.
Zhang Feng quickly put on a serious expression. He took a half step with his right leg to the side, and his arm protruded diagonally forward. He was so handsome that he was more handsome than Huang Feihong.
"Dare to ask your surname?" Zhang Feng asked.
"..."
The man with a mean face felt that he had been humiliated again.
"You speak first!"
"Zhang Feng, Maple's Maple."
"Shen Quan, the spring of spring water!"
The two reported their names, and the atmosphere in the corridor instantly fell to the bottom. The strong fighting spirit gave Lin Fei, who was leaning against the wall, a sense of passion.
Now she knew that she had underestimated Zhang Feng before.
However, finding that Shen Quan's fighting spirit was not much lower than Zhang Feng's, she became worried and stared at Zhang Feng nervously.
I don’t know why, but I’m worried anyway.
"Xiao Lin, as your master, I will teach you another lesson. To deal with masters, attitude is very important. Even if you don't have the strength to fight against, you can't be cowardly. You must have the courage to shine!" Zhang Feng faced Shen Quan and slowly Said.
Lin Fei understood, and nodded vigorously, worrying about Zhang Feng even more in her heart.
When Shen Quan saw this, his angry posterior molars were aching, as if he had wisdom teeth, his face turned blue with hatred, and he roared: "Zhang Feng, if you humiliate me again, I will kill you!"
"You can't do it with your ability." Zhang Feng raised his right index finger and shook it slowly.
Shen Quan suddenly became furious. With a roar like a beast, he pierced Zhang Feng's heart with his knife. The long knife turned into a cold light, and the sword was fierce and fast.
Seeing Hunter's joy, Zhang Feng didn't fight back. He drew sideways, and took Lin Fei's arm by the way, and sent her out with a skillful effort to prevent her from being implicated and injured in the fight.
Lin Fei staggered out, but didn't fall. When she looked at it, she saw Zhang Feng was wrapped in a cold light. In the blink of an eye, she was surrounded by dangers several times, and she was shocked that her heart touched her throat.
"Zhang Feng, be careful, you!"
Worried too much, she screamed.
Ding Xiaoshan was next to her and was startled by the cry. He drew his ears and said helplessly: "Miss Lin, what are you worried about, our door... The boss is amazing, that Shen Quan is not his opponent."
Lin Fei didn't pay attention to him at all, holding her heart in both hands, with an anxious expression on her face, she shouted again: "Don't you have a sword? Use a sword!"
Ding Xiaoshan rolled his eyes and said to his heart that you exploded the secret of the sect master, which way to help
At the end of the corridor, the battle between Zhang Feng and Shen Quan went into white-hot in an instant. In the cold light, Zhang Feng dodged from left to right, looking embarrassed, and Shen Quan's attack, on the premise that Zhang Feng could not be injured. Down, become more and more fierce.
The knife wind whistled, and several knife marks were quickly left on the wall, and the wall and cement fragments flew around, making Zhang Feng's situation more dangerous.
Suddenly hearing Lin Fei's words, Shen Quan was startled and secretly watched out for Zhang Feng's backhand.
He has a sword on his body, where is it hidden
The thought just came out, and Zhang Feng's words made his heart sink to the bottom.
"Brother Shen Quan, your knife skills are very powerful, unlike the decent knife skills. You should be talking about your real name, assassination knife, right?" Zhang Feng asked while evading.
"Go down and ask King Yama!"
A stern look flashed across Shen Quan's mean face, and the knife was closed fiercely, followed by a fierce sweep with a wide range of attacks.
Zhang Feng made a judgment when he took the knife, and without hesitation, he drew the soft sword from his waist belt, his wrist flicked, the dagger stretched straight, his wrist flicked again, and the sword pierced Shen Quan's knife. Right hand.
At the moment when the photoelectric flint was turned on, Shen Quan discovered the problem and swept across with a knife. Before the knife hit Zhang Feng, his wrist was about to be pierced.
Helpless, withdrew and retreated.
However, what he thought was simple, Zhang Feng was not forgiving, and he stabbed a few swords, swords and swords.
Against the vitals of Shen Quan, he forced Shen Quan back to the door of the room.
"Brother Shen Quan, this sword, take your throat, be careful!"
Zhang Feng smiled faintly.
Shen Quan was frightened and hurriedly waved his knife, placing a knife flower in front of him in an attempt to defend against Zhang Feng's attack.
But in the shards of flowers, a strange streamer shot out like lightning and went straight to his throat.
"It's over!"
Shen Quan's heart sank, knowing that he had no chance to defend, and closed his eyes in pain.
If you knew Zhang Feng was so good, you shouldn't have to force it. It's the best policy to escape.
However, I must do what I promised Liu Qinglong. This is my promise.
However, God doesn’t want to let myself live...
The expected pain did not come. He opened his eyes and saw Zhang Feng's slightly joking eyes and the curved corners of his mouth, which was very annoying.
"Why didn't you kill me?" Shen Quan held up his head, pointing to the blade of his throat, cold, and a piece of goose bumps appeared on his skin.
Although people are hard-spirited, their body reacts very honestly.
"You are shaking!" Zhang Feng smiled.
Old Shen Quan blushed and said angrily: "If you want to kill, kill. Eighteen years later, you will be a good man again. I am not afraid!"
Hearing this, the corner of Zhang Feng's mouth raised again, and he gently sent the dagger forward, the sword's edge pressed against the skin of Shen Quan's throat.
The muscles on his neck trembled for a while, Shen Quan forcibly resisted not showing his timidity, and said, stalking his neck: "Come on, I yelled, that's what I got!"
Zhang Feng shook his head, turned his sword back, stood with his hand in his hand, and said faintly: "Shen Quan, it is not easy for you to be an eighth-rank martial artist because of your age, so I will not kill you. You are already Liu Qinglong. I've done something, let's go."
Shen Quan was also a stubborn temper. He threw the knife down and continued to stalk his neck and said: "I can't pull back ten horses even if I say a word. If you want to get something from Liu Qinglong, just step over me!"
The implication is to stick to it.
"Cross over you?" Zhang Feng asked with a smile.
"Correct!"
Shen Quan raised his head higher, the old man with his neck stretched out.
Zhang Feng looked at him for a while and nodded: "Since you have to ask, I will satisfy you!"
Before the words fell, the dagger pierced...
(End of this chapter)