Bang…
A figure flew out backwards in the dim candlelight and fell into the yard. The figure struggled for a few times but eventually died.
clank…
The sound of weapons being unsheathed could be heard continuously.
There were actually more than twenty people standing in the shadows in the courtyard.
"A bunch of rats!"
A sarcastic voice was heard, and along with it, Nie Feng walked in from the courtyard gate.
He said sarcastically as he looked at the figures that were almost filling up the courtyard.
"Sir, I don't care what your purpose is! I'm giving you a chance. Leave within three breaths!"
An old voice came from the room.
Until now, everyone in Fudimen still thought that Nie Feng was not looking for them.
So they are still hiding.
Nie Feng glanced around.
He was observing where the scalefish might be.
Finally, his eyes fell on a carriage in the corner of the courtyard.
There is something special about this carriage.
It was clearly not intended for humans.
Instead, it was tied to a large barrel made of black wood.
When Nie Feng saw the bucket, his eyes fixed.
He has confirmed that this barrel should be the barrel for scale fish.
Deep-sea scale fish has a characteristic, that is, it cannot be out of water for more than one stick of incense, otherwise the scale fish will die.
Generally speaking, dead scale fish will start to rot and lose their effectiveness after half an hour.
Therefore, in order to prevent the scale fish from dying, the Shenshui Palace will give the forces that purchase the scale fish a bucket of holy water that can feed the scale fish.
The holy water was extracted by the Holy Water Palace using secret methods.
Scaled fish can only survive in this kind of water.
Therefore, in general, when transporting scale fish, this kind of water must be brought along as well.
Looking at the distribution of these people in the yard at this time, it is not difficult to see that they are all surrounding the carriage.
So, it goes without saying that the scale fish must be in that big barrel.
"Kill him!"
The person in the room gave the order directly, perhaps because he noticed that Nie Feng noticed the scale fish or for some other reason.
As soon as he finished speaking, the people surrounding the carriage immediately pounced on Nie Feng.
No wonder Duan Lang emphasized the concept of elite disciples when talking to Nie Feng.
Judging from the performance of these people, they can indeed be called elites.
Although there were a large number of people, their actions were very orderly. Everyone was silent and ran towards Nie Feng with a solemn look on their faces.
Moreover, compared with the ordinary mob, these people obviously practiced the same martial arts, were very familiar with each other, and were very good at combined attacks.
In the blink of an eye, four figures rushed in front of Nie Feng.
The four of them had stern faces and attacked Nie Feng from different directions.
Zheng...
Facing the attacks of four people, Nie Feng did not dodge and swept out with the bloody blade suddenly.
With the infusion of powerful internal force, the blood blade passed through the sky like a blood-red meteor shining under the starry sky, leaving an extremely beautiful arc of light in the air.
Puff puff puff…
Four sounds of sharp weapons entering the body were heard. The bloody blade arrived first and slashed through the throats of several people.
After killing four people in a row, Nie Feng did not stand there waiting for others to attack, but rushed towards the crowd.
He leaped up and kicked one person, sending him flying.
Then he kicked his legs and spun in the air.
In an instant, the wind blew violently, and it seemed as if an invisible wind dragon was swimming throughout the courtyard.
boom…
The strong wind swirled around Nie Feng, and he turned into a shadow that kept passing through the crowd.
Wherever he passed, someone's throat would be suddenly cut and blood would spurt out in an instant.
The blood mist enveloped the courtyard like fog on a cloudy day.
"Asshole!"
A rough voice was heard, and then the door of the room in the yard exploded instantly. A rough figure flew out of the house and rushed straight towards Nie Feng.
"die… "
Like the roar of a wild beast, the figure kept striking out with a pair of iron fists.
Boom boom boom…
It was clearly a bare fist, but when it hit the air it actually made a series of air exploding sounds.
At the same time, the spiral energy formed by the fist wind kept bombarding Nie Feng.
This spiral energy does not come randomly.
But they attacked from different locations.
Among them, three or four energy forces appeared continuously at the place where Nie Feng was going to land in the next step.
Although judging from his voice, this guy should be a very reckless person, but he has rich combat experience.
He obviously knew that Nie Feng had outstanding Qinggong skills, and if he wanted to defeat him, he had to force him to stop.
However, he obviously underestimated the role of the Wind God Leg in Nie Feng's hands.
You can say that.
If Yan Xiong uses the Wind God Leg at 100% of its power, then Nie Feng uses it at 120% of its power.
Nie Feng is really suitable for the Wind God Leg.
The Wind God Leg in his hands is like a martial art that he created.
Therefore, facing the spiral cyclones coming towards him from all directions, he was not panicked at all.
He was seen striking the ground with his bloody blade, his whole body in an upside-down position, his legs spinning and kicking rapidly, and then the shadows of his legs spread, and strong winds instantly formed a small tornado around him that rolled up a lot of debris.
The tornado spun rapidly and rolled directly towards the sturdy figure.
The burly man Nie Feng knew it.
He should be the Iron Fist Sun Jianghai, one of the two seventh-rank elders from the Fudi Sect who escorted the scale fish this time.
Although Sun Jianghai is not a warrior at the peak of the seventh rank, he is also considered a veteran seventh rank warrior.
It is rumored that his iron fist is indestructible and he once punched through the wall of a city with one punch.
No one knows which city it is.
But since there is such a rumor, it means that this guy's fist is indeed very hard.
Nie Feng has never fought against a seventh-grade warrior since he broke through to the seventh-grade, so he wanted to take this opportunity to test his own quality.
"court death!"
Seeing the tornado formed by Nie Feng's strange martial arts actually attacking him, Sun Jianghai instantly became furious.
Both fists grew visibly larger.
Boom boom…
His eyes were red and he punched hard.
There were constant explosions in the air, and the punch was powerful and fierce.
"snort!"
Nie Feng sneered. Although he was not afraid of a head-on confrontation, how could he possibly fight him in a fistfight
The speed of his kicking legs increased a little bit, and the tornado that carried him forward became a little bit faster.
Sizzle…
A strong wind suddenly hit Sun Jianghai.
But Sun Jianghai did not feel the touch of his fist hitting the target.
On the contrary, the strong wind was like countless sharp knives suddenly attacking him.
Sun Jianghai was experienced in combat, so he naturally knew that he had fallen into the trap set by the guy on the opposite side.
When he first saw this tornado, he thought it didn't have much power.
But once he got closer, he realized he had miscalculated.
The strong wind was not as weak as he imagined, but rather very sharp.
Puff puff puff…
Just like being cut by countless sharp knives, the clothes on Sun Jianghai's body turned into rags and were blown away by the wind in just a few breaths.
At the same time, the wind left countless bloody marks all over his body.
This is not the end yet.
With a clang... sound of a knife being stabbed, a bloody long knife suddenly chopped off his head from behind.
"How brave..."
A loud shout came from the house, and a spear attacked Nie Feng with extremely fierce momentum.