Chen Fei watched Xuanbei lead the Shaolin monks to go silently, and felt an inexplicable feeling of emptiness in his heart, as if a traveler named Jueyuan was also drifting away from that group of people. The ancient Buddhas of the past, and the Buddhist principles of Zen Forest will be broken with him from then on, without any connection. In a trance, a sharp sound sounded loudly, but it was a middle-aged man with a smile on his face, but he was very rude in his words, holding in his hands.

He sarcastically said to Chen Fei with a single sword: "It turns out that this is the Shaolin Sect. It's a matter of being with the evil demon. Let's have a good look. If the Wang surnamed Wang is lucky enough to die, he will declare this matter to the world so that everyone in the world knows the so-called righteous sect. Friends, let's say yes, right?" The last voice turned around and said to the heroes in the courtyard. He thought he could win a lot of applause, but unexpectedly, there were only a few people who catered to him, and he felt a little embarrassed for a moment.

This person was embarrassed and didn't know what to say, but when he heard a chuckle coming from behind, the faces of the heroes in front of him changed drastically. Several familiar friends had already pulled out their weapons from their waists and rushed up. While he was confused, he felt a pain in his heart. His vision around him turned sharply, and then he returned to dark silence.

"If this is the case, you will not be spared." Chen Fei pulled out his long sword from the man and brought up a warm blood flower. He whispered softly with regret. There was no expression on his face. Only Qiao Feng behind him could see that his left hand on his waist was trembling slightly. He knew in his heart that this brother was probably the first time he killed someone. He was afraid that he would be a trance and be taken advantage of by others at this time. He immediately laughed heroically: "You are good at kung fu, but you have never lost for your brother to compete with others. This is no exception!"

The surging palm force burst out, and several people in front of Chen Fei had already hit the palm force of the sky, and blood was sprayed on his mouth and flew backwards. He used force under his feet, rushed into the crowd with the momentum, hitting the elbow and punching, and kicking the palm. Although it was the simplest action, it was also extremely powerful when he was used at this time. Several people fell to the ground in an instant. Everyone was panicked and subconsciously pulled the distance backwards, but with a whistle, a big blank circle was made around the two men. Hundreds of famous masters surrounded the two young men but did not dare to go forward. If everyone in the world could see this scene, they would never believe it.

Seeing that it was so powerful, You Ji shouted loudly, "Everyone leans against the wall. The thief's palm power is fierce, don't fight in a mess!" Originally, this large group of people were crowded together, and only a few people could really fight with Qiao Feng. After only a few breaths of fighting, the swords, guns, swords and halberds danced around, and more people were injured in his own hands than in Qiao Feng's hands. At this time, when You Ji shouted, the few people who were already scared in front were hurriedly pushed back, and a large number of empty spaces were immediately given up in the center of the hall.

Seeing this, Qiao Feng laughed: "But come and learn the methods of the two heroes of the You family in Juxianzhuang." With his left palms together, a large wine jar flew towards You Ji from afar. You Ji sealed his palms with his palms. Before he could use his palms to slap open the wine jar, but when he heard a dragon roar, a large wine jar in front of him immediately turned into thousands of pieces. A dragon-shaped energy carried the wine roared towards him like a water dragon. The sharp broken tiles flew around like thousands of steel darts under this extremely sharp force. You Ji's face was hit by a few pieces, and his face was covered with blood, but he did not dare to be careless at all. His hands were full of strength, and his eyes were wide open and he had tried his best to barely resist this dragon-shaped energy. The tiger's mouth was slightly numb. Looking at Qiao Feng, who was like a tiger in the crowd, a bitter feeling appeared on his firm face.

This time, there will be blood flowing in the village.

Although Qiao Feng was already in a deep battle at this time, he was still standing in front of Chen Fei, and he was under a lot of pressure for nothing. There were many people in the yard who were smart. At this time, the young traveler didn't take action except killing one person at the beginning. I'm afraid that it was a disciple taken by a senior from Shaolin who was extremely skilled in martial arts but never saw blood. At this time, he should be in a daze and just started to take action!

Looking at each other, several capable men dressed in Canghai Gang slowly retreated from the crowd, and took advantage of the figures of heroes from various sects to move closer to Chen Fei. After a closer look, the person's face turned pale, his pupils were confused, and he no longer hesitated. Three long swords pierced at the big acupoints around Chen Fei. At the beginning, the tip of the sword was soft and powerless, but suddenly exerted force halfway, causing three almost undetectable sounds of breaking wind. It was the secret skill of Canghai Gang standing in the world.

The three swords were extremely hidden and the momentum was extremely fast. Even Qiao Feng was caught off guard. He was anxious. His palm was surging and forced the people in front of him with one move. His right arm hurriedly blocked Chen Fei with a confused look on his face. He was already an internal skill obtained from his external skills, and his horizontal practice was extremely powerful. The three swords that attacked only aroused three blood flowers and were clamped by his muscles. They could not make any progress. Seeing that the situation was not good, the three of them decisively abandoned the sword. Their figure flashed and they were already distanced from Qiao Feng. When they breathed a sigh of relief, they saw a gray shadow passing by like thunder, carrying three bunches of blood, but an eight-sided sword. The three of them looked at Chen Fei, who was holding the sword at this time, and fell softly to the ground with his throat. After struggling for a few times, they stopped moving.

"Brother..." Chen Fei looked at the sword wound on Qiao Feng's right arm, and a trace of guilt appeared in his eyes. The plunder of similar lives was shocked to a person who grew up in a society ruled by law, which was far beyond Chen Fei's own expectations. At that time, he almost lost control of his body. He could only watch Qiao Feng blocked him. It was not until Qiao Feng's warm blood splattered on his face that he stimulated him to regain control of his body. He instantly killed the three people of the Canghai Gang, but at this time there was no discomfort, and he felt an impulse surging in his heart.

"Hahaha, it's just a minor injury, why bother to worry? But I want to congratulate you on entering the world." Qiao Feng turned around and knocked away a plotter, laughing boldly, without saying much. When his body was soaring, he had already begun to take the initiative. A flying dragon phantom hovered behind him, making his punches and kicks accompanied by dragon shapes, and his strength was even more extraordinary. However, in a few breaths, he knocked away several people who were originally able to stalemate with Qiao Feng. Although they had never taken their lives, they were all unconscious under the shock of the energy.

Seeing Qiao Feng's bravery, Chen Fei showed a somewhat complicated smile on his lips. He reached out and tapped the blood-stained eight-sided Han Jian, and murmured softly: "Yes... have entered the world..." The hand holding the sword exerted a little force, and a crisp sword roar accompanied by the dazzling sword light, attacked the heroes in the courtyard.

The Bodhidharma sword style, this peerless martial art that has been escaping for a long time, blooms in this small Juxian Village. The low sword sounds rage all directions with the high dragon roar, and is destined to become an indelible nightmare in the hearts of many people.
Chapter completed!