"Big Dipper, Seven Stars Cut,"
The Autumn Water Sword in Chen Feng's hand turned into a bright green bolt, slashing towards Yao Wentao with boundless momentum.
"Look, it's getting dark." On the ground, although the poisonous fog had dissipated, the police still did not get out of the car for safety reasons. However, they could see the surrounding situation clearly, and suddenly they saw this. It got dark.
Only Situ Qiang, who had just climbed out of the fountain, could see clearly. As Chen Feng slashed out with his sword, the originally clear sky suddenly darkened. In the sky, only seven green stars flickered. Presenting a formation of the Big Dipper.
Under the stars, the power of the Autumn Water Sword increased greatly, and it struck fiercely with the black dagger in Yao Wentao's hand.
"Brush," the poisonous dragon diamond formed by Yao Wentao's black dagger was split open by this sword, and then the Qiu Shui Sword continued to chop down like a bamboo.
A flash of blood suddenly appeared, Yao Wentao grunted, and quickly retreated. His right arm, together with the black dagger, had left his body and fell straight down.
"What kind of move are you doing? Why is it so sharp?" Yao Wentao was horrified. The sword strike made by Chen Feng just now made him feel like he had walked into the Palace of Hell.
Chen Feng ignored Yao Wentao's inquiry, and saw him letting out a slight roar and stepping forward again. The Qiu Shui Sword in his hand was extremely sharp, and every move he made was a powerful killing move.
In a duel between masters, victory or defeat is often a matter of thought. Yao Wentao's right hand has been broken, and his strength has dropped sharply. Facing Chen Feng's overwhelming attack, he had to dodge left and right, struggling to parry. After a while, his body was dripping with blood, especially his chest and abdomen. A sword wound in between made him even more unstable.
Facing the strong aura of death carried by Chen Feng's sword, Yao Wentao finally panicked. He hurriedly patted the storage bag on his waist, and immediately, a red pill appeared on his hand.
"Red Dragon Pill," Chen Feng sneered, "Do you still want to fight a trapped beast?" As he spoke, Chen Feng's Qiushui Sword had already slashed across, targeting the opponent's left hand holding the Red Dragon Pill.
Yao Wentao moved very quickly, but Chen Feng's sword was faster. Before Yao Wentao could swallow the Red Dragon Pill into his mouth, Chen Feng's sword edge had already climbed onto his finger.
"Brush," there was a flash of blood, and Yao Wentao's five fingers flew out, along with the Red Dragon Pill.
Chen Feng did not continue to attack. He just made a move and took the Red Dragon Pill in his hand and looked at it.
Feeling the familiar atmosphere, Chen Feng sighed: Now that we meet again, things have changed.
"Buzz," the Red Dragon Pill seemed to have spirituality, beating in Chen Feng's hand, just like a wanderer who had not returned home for a long time and suddenly saw his parents. Although it was just a pill, Chen Feng could still feel its happiness.
"Roar," Yao Wentao roared. The sound was extremely loud and spread out in waves. At this moment, everyone in hz city heard this roar. They couldn't help but stop and walked toward Wanda Tower. Looking in the direction.
"No matter who you are, you must die today," Yao Wentao said to Chen Feng with great hatred after roaring.
Perhaps in order to match his harsh words, a low whistle suddenly sounded from the horizon. The whistle was long and powerful, and even Chen Feng frowned, showing a deep look of solemnity.
The person who came here had a profound cultivation level and was obviously at a higher level than Chen Feng.
After a few breaths, a ray of light suddenly appeared from the sky. With Chen Feng's eyesight, he could naturally tell that it was someone coming to wield a sword. Just from the speed of wielding the sword, Chen Feng judged that the person's cultivation level was stronger than his own. Quite a few.
"You brave little thief, how dare you hurt me, the son of the Yao family," the voice came first before the person came, and he shouted loudly, which made Chen Feng suddenly feel stressed.
"Humph, you are allowed to kill the Yao family at will, but you are not allowed to kill your Yao family members." Under the endless pressure, Chen Feng did not compromise at all, but his heart exploded. The old man in front of him, He is definitely a master. It can be seen from his momentum that he is definitely above the foundation building stage.
"Father, you must kill him," a shrill cry rang out. It was Yao Wentao. He slowly flew behind the old man and said full of resentment.
The old man frowned when he looked at Yao Wentao's miserable appearance, and a powerful force of rage pressed towards Chen Feng: "You little beast, your methods are so vicious, I will kill you if you don't kill me."
"Hahaha," Chen Feng laughed angrily: "The means are vicious, releasing poisonous mist at will to kill ordinary people is mercy." At this point, Chen Feng raised his Qiushui sword and pointed it at the old man: "Old dog, you and I have been If you don't stop fighting, just come here. If I, Chen Feng, flinch even a little bit today, I will take your surname."
Situ Qiang, who was on the ground, looked at Chen Feng in disbelief. Mr. Chen today had completely subverted his image in his mind. Originally, he thought that although Mr. Chen had unpredictable abilities, he was easy-going and treated others like a spring breeze. Generally speaking, there is always an inexplicable affinity between every gesture. However, looking at Mr. Chen now, he is full of fighting spirit and high-spirited. He is not afraid of facing powerful enemies. That wave of fighting spirit makes those standing on the ground far away. Situ Qiang's blood boiled with enthusiasm. From Mr. Chen's eyes, Situ Qiang saw a kind of persistence and a kind of confidence.
"Come on, Mr. Chen, come on," Situ Qiang yelled with all his strength. After he finished yelling, he found that his throat had been torn apart by the force of the roar, and a fishy liquid was flowing in his throat. .
"Mr. Chen, come on," suddenly, the whole audience burst into even stronger shouts. I saw that the police and soldiers who had already got into the police cars were all standing in place, full of admiration. They looked at the high-spirited Chen Feng in the sky. After Situ Qiang's shouts, they simultaneously let out earth-shaking shouts.
"Mr. Chen, come on,"
"Mr. Chen, come on,"
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The strong sound waves were like a raging sea tide, rushing over one after another, shaking the surrounding glass windows.
Chen Feng, who was in mid-air, felt a wave of air coming towards his face, which made his hair stand on end and every muscle in his body became excited.
"Hahaha, okay, let me fight to my heart's content today," Chen Feng looked up to the sky and smiled, his voice like rolling thunder, his heroic spirit reaching the sky, and his momentum.
"You're looking for death," the old man roared angrily, slashing his palm into the air towards the people on the ground, and pressed down with a huge palm formed from powerful real energy.
"Mr. Chen, come on," seemed to be infected by Chen Feng's momentum. At this moment, the policemen stood on the spot without fear of death, looking coldly at the huge palm prints coming towards them. Their voices were like the rolling Yangtze River, and there was no trace of momentum at all. Weaker than the old man's palm.
Suddenly, a figure flew between the huge palm print and the crowd, and a green light was like a beautiful shooting star, splitting the palm print in two.
"If you want to hurt them, you have to get through me first," Chen Feng said with a stern look on his face and an imposing manner.