Snake's scream made Mike a big jump. At one point, he thought that a shark was infested and bit the guy. When he reacted, his neck almost broke and went to see Zhang Feng.
"Grandmaster?"
Holding his exclamation, I saw that Zhang Feng jumped out of the turbulent waves and threw out something he didn't know. When he fell, he gently stepped on that thing like a dragonfly. , The figure suddenly rose up, and flew again.
"Fuck, it's really a great master!"
Mike shouted more miserably than Snake.
The shock of the great master is really too great. You know, there are only five great masters known in the world, and these five people are all extremely mysterious, waiting for idlers to know where they are. Not to mention seeing it.
Even those sects that are hidden from the eyes of the world, it is difficult to see the great master, unless this sect has a great master.
Snake, Mike, and Chang Wenxin are also members of a huge sect. The sect has a great master of hermits, but they have never seen the great master, and even think that the great master is just a legend. That's it.
However, the great master’s rumors, they listened too much, walking on the water is one of them.
Ninth-Rank masters, they have seen, like Zhang Feng, who borrowed a little bit of strength to let himself walk on the water, or walked on the water in the seven or eight-meter-high waves in the storm, the Nineth Stage, can't do it!
So, Zhang Feng...
"Grandmaster?"
On the fishing boat, Zhao Yihang felt a breath of extreme cold. He shuddered and turned his head fiercely. He just saw a hill-like wave surging, and above the wave, a figure "stepped" on the wave. Fly to the fishing boat.
He screamed and hurriedly opened his eyes to look.
Thunder and lightning kept flashing, finally let him see the true face of the shadow-Zhang Feng!
"My Nima!"
Zhao Yihang's legs were so frightened that he didn't even think about it, and got into the cabin.
Others hadn't figured out yet, where did the great masters on the sea stare at each other inexplicably.
The next moment, a small mountain wave hit the fishing boat and turned into a big wave, washing away the blood stains left on the deck.
And after the waves, a body standing with hands
The shadow appeared on the only mast on the fishing boat.
"You wicked people, where do you want to go?"
Zhang Feng stood on the mast, looking down at the warriors, and said indifferently.
"..."
The eight warriors on the deck, Qi Qi was frightened for a while, raised his head in amazement, and finally saw Zhang Feng's figure clearly.
"Zhang Feng? How did you come?"
"Didn't you just...saving people?"
"It's so far away... You flew here?"
Several people instinctively exclaimed, and immediately, a group of people dispersed immediately, each posing a guard posture.
Zhang Feng looked down at the people, like a judge in hell looking down on a new ghost, his face was cold, without a trace of human emotion.
"How innocent the surviving tourists are, why did you kick them off to the sea, why did you stabb them?" Zhang Feng asked.
The powerful aura is more frightening than the storm.
"..." No one responded. The eight warriors were stunned by Zhang Feng, and each of them became more and more trembling. If they were not on a fishing boat, if they were not in a storm, they would definitely abandon the boat and run for their lives.
"A murderer will always be killed!"
Zhang Feng whispered indifferently, leaped forward and jumped off the mast of his wife.
With a seemingly ordinary leap, the falling speed far exceeded the acceleration limit of a free fall. At a distance of seven or eight meters, in a flash, his figure fell on the deck lightly, and even landed silently.
The latest warrior was stimulated by Zhang Feng's aura too strongly, and instinctively launched an attack, raising his short knife high and slashing heavily.
Zhang Feng glanced at it and moved lightly, his figure seemed to sway slightly.
The martial artist's short knife slashed from him, less than a foot away.
"What?" The warrior exclaimed.
Even if this knife is blocked, it cannot fail...
He is also a martial artist who has been cultivating for more than 20 years. He is afraid to be as diligent as other people.
However, in front of Zhang Feng, the knife unexpectedly failed, and he didn't even see how Zhang Feng dodged.
"Grandmaster?" He suddenly thought of Zhao Yihang's scream, and said out aloud.
"I do not know either."
Zhang Feng responded indifferently, waving his hand and his arm disappeared out of thin air
, Turned into a ghost.
With a bang, the warrior seemed to be tied to the neck by a rope, and the other end was tied to the plane. He suddenly rose into the air, flew out of the fishing boat at a very fast speed, and flew seventeen or eighteen meters straight across the sea. Finally hitting the surging waves, a splash of water was lifted and disappeared without a trace.
"His... Hiss..." A gasp sounded from the deck of the fishing boat, and the remaining seven warriors were all gasped by this scene.
It's not difficult for a warrior to fly a person, but doing something like Zhang Feng's understatement, what you hear and what you do, you have never seen!
Then, they exclaimed one by one: "Grandmaster, it's Grandmaster!"
Hearing the call, Zhang Feng glanced at them indifferently, and said faintly: "Grandmaster? Maybe... Yeah, I have to wait for me to kill you all and avenge the innocent tourists. After that, I will have time to check my own. status."
This is true, Zhang Feng is also a little inexplicable. The original energy that was about to be exhausted, when he saw the scene of the tourists being driven into the sea on the fishing boat, his emotions lost control for an instant. Then, something seemed to explode in the dantian, and then it continued to be far away. Zhen Qi filled the meridians again.
Moreover, the intensity of Zhen Qi far exceeded his previous level, and even made him lose his normal judgment of his own strength. He wanted to slap the warrior to death, but as a result, he slapped others...
"Grandmaster... really is a grandmaster!"
Hearing what Zhang Feng said, a warrior sat paralyzed on the ground in fright, repeating these words repeatedly in his mouth.
This guy was shocked.
Zhang Feng glanced at him, his gaze turned, murderous, he stared at a warrior leaning on the guardrail, and walked towards him step by step.
"Don't come, don't come... I jumped, I really want to jump!"
This warrior's scared soul is not possessed, and he yells blindly, like a little girl who is forced to the edge of a tall building by the police, threatening to jump off the building.
Zhang Feng remained unmoved and continued to walk towards him.
Then, this guy actually threw the short knife and jumped into the sea over the fence.
"It makes people speechless!" Zhang Feng shook his head slightly, slammed his toes, kicked the short knife, and waved his hand again, the short knife made a loud noise like a missile, shot out, and instantly hit the neck of the warrior in the sea. He tore his neck in half on the spot, and his bones were exposed.
(End of this chapter)