How could Qiao Kexin wait for death? She pushed open the car door on the other side of the back seat, pulled Shen Qian out, and the two of them ran away desperately.

Holding a half-cut knife in his hand, Mr. Feng rushed over with a quick stride and was about to catch Qiao Kexin and Shen Qian.

At this moment, the sound of the car horn sounded.

A taxi came quickly. Qiao Kexin and Shen Qian quickly stepped aside. From the corner of their eyes, they saw that the driver of the taxi was Luo Baisheng.

Mr. Feng was still in the middle of the road, with no intention of getting out of the way. Luo Baisheng stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and crashed directly into it.

boom!

Mr. Feng hit the front of the car with his palm, which immediately dented the hood of the taxi and cracked the cement floor under his feet.

The taxi was forced to stop, and the rear of the car lifted up due to inertia, and then hit the ground heavily.

Luo Baisheng smashed the windshield with one punch, got out of the car from the front, and hit Mr. Feng on the head with his powerful fist.

Mr. Feng soon noticed Luo Baisheng's aura and knew that the opponent was a martial master. He did not dare to underestimate the enemy and collided with him with all his strength.

The fists and palms hit together, making an air explosion sound.

Luo Baisheng's figure was so shaken that he somersaulted backwards and then landed on the roof of the taxi.

Mr. Feng took two steps back, switched the half-cut knife from his left hand to his right hand, and looked up at Luo Baisheng, his eyes full of contempt.

"It's really interesting that a Martial Lord is here, but judging from your aura, you should have just broken through, right?"

Luo Baisheng looked solemn and did not answer the other party's question. He just reminded Qiao Kexin next to him: "Madam, you go first, and I will handle it here."

Qiao Kexin looked sad: "Lu Feng... Lu Feng..."

She saw Mr. Feng stabbing Lu Feng twice. Although she didn't know Lu Feng's current situation, she could imagine that he must be in danger.

Luo Baisheng stood on the roof of the car carrying a black package and noticed Lu Feng lying in a pool of blood in the distance.

When his eyes fell on Mr. Feng again, there was an extra layer of anger in his eyes.

"Madam, this enemy is very strong, you'd better leave first. Even if I risk my life, I won't let him hurt you!"

Qiao Kexin nodded silently, turned around, and quickly left the place with Shen Qian. At the same time, she took out her mobile phone and dialed Lin Hao's phone number.

She knew that Lin Hao was not in the provincial capital now, and had gone to Hongling City, a few hundred kilometers away. However, such a big thing had happened, and I was afraid that he could only handle it when he came back.

Although Mr. Feng really wanted to intercept Qiao Kexin, he was being stared at by a Martial Lord. If he didn't deal with the opponent first, it wouldn't be that easy to escape.

Fortunately, the other party is only a junior martial arts master, and my intermediate martial arts master's cultivation level is a level stronger than that of the opponent. It is not difficult to defeat the opponent.

As long as we fight quickly, we still have a chance to catch up with Qiao Kexin.

He looked at Luo Baisheng with a joking look and sneered: "I didn't expect you to be self-aware. Since you know that I am stronger than you, don't die in vain. Get aside immediately, otherwise I will kill you."

Luo Baisheng stared at Mr. Feng with cold eyes: "State does not equal strength. Although your cultivation level is a little higher than mine, you may not be my opponent!"

After saying that, he raised his fist again, jumped off the roof of the car, and dived towards Mr. Feng at an extremely fast speed. The skin on his arms turned bronze at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This is Luo Baisheng's special skill, and it is also the Vajra Arhat Boxing that he has been practicing since he was a teenager.

Mr. Feng's brows suddenly twisted.

As if aware that Luo Baisheng's boxing skills were extraordinary, he quickly swung the half-cut knife, gathered all his energy, and struck Luo Baisheng's fist.

The knife, even though it is a broken knife.

But in the hands of an intermediate warrior, it can still exert unimaginable power.

Although Luo Baisheng's Vajra Arhat Fist is not weak, he is not stupid enough to clash with the blade head-on.

His toes were at the front of the car, and his body immediately tilted to the right to avoid the sharp blade. At the same time, he swung his fist diagonally and hit Mr. Feng's chest.

Mr. Feng waved his sword to block him, and Luo Baisheng's fist hit the blade.

Like gold and stone colliding, the blade was slightly bent.

Mr. Feng took the opportunity to slap a palm and collided with Luo Baisheng's other fist. Luo Baisheng was shocked and flew backwards again. He took seven or eight steps back before he stabilized his body.

But Mr. Feng only took three steps back, which shows the difference in cultivation strength between the two.

Seeing Qiao Kexin and Shen Qian's figures gradually disappearing into the distance, Mr. Feng's expression became even colder.

He stared at Luo Baisheng, gritted his teeth and said, "Today, I will kill a martial master!"

As the voice fell, Mr. Feng moved quickly. When he was only four or five meters away from Luo Baisheng, he suddenly jumped up and struck at Luo Baisheng with a knife in both hands.

He planned to use all his strength to end Luo Baisheng's life with one knife and completely resolve the battle.

Luo Baisheng had long sensed Mr. Feng's overwhelmingly powerful aura. When Mr. Feng started to move, he quickly unpacked the baggage on his back.

Pulling the end of the rope, the iron whip in the bag was spinning and thrown into the air. Luo Baisheng raised his right hand and firmly held the handle of the iron whip.

At the same time, he crumpled the black cloth wrapped in the iron whip into a ball and threw it towards Mr. Feng who jumped from the air.

Mr. Feng's sword cut the black cloth in half, but its power was not reduced at all. Luo Baisheng raised his whip to meet him, and the iron whip and the broken sword struck together.

when!

The thunderous sound is deafening!

In an instant, there seemed to be lightning flashing on the iron whip, and the half-broken knife was shattered inch by inch.

The exploding breath was like countless sharp blades, forcing Mr. Feng to roll backwards. When he landed, his face was pale. The tiger's mouth that had long been opened was opened again, and the back of his hand was stained red with blood.

This scene surprised Luo Baisheng and thought to himself: "He Xiangdong really has a treasure in his collection!"

Before, he just thought that the iron whip was just ridiculously heavy and didn't find anything special about it.

Lin Hao gave him an iron whip and taught him a few whip techniques. He just thought that Mr. Lin wanted to use this 72-pound iron whip to exercise his strength and help him improve his cultivation.

I didn't expect it to be so powerful when it was actually used!

Mr. Feng was also shocked. All his attention was attracted by the iron whip in Luo Baisheng's hand. At this time, he had forgotten that his mission was to catch Qiao Kexin.

He could feel that the iron whip in Luo Baisheng's hand was not ordinary. Most of Luo Baisheng's strength in that blow just came from the iron whip in his hand.

"You are just a junior martial artist. How could you be so powerful? It must be the weapon in your hand. What on earth is this?"

Seeing that Luo Baisheng did not answer, Mr. Feng continued: "Give me this iron whip and I will spare your life!"

From Luo Baisheng's point of view, Mr. Feng was simply talking without shame.

I have the iron whip in my hand, and I can already fight against the intermediate martial master, and even have the possibility of counterattack, so why would I hand the iron whip to the opponent?

"Get out or die!" Luo Baisheng said coldly.

If he was not sure that Mr. Feng could be solved in a short time and was worried that Lu Feng's condition might require timely treatment, he would definitely fight Mr. Feng desperately.

But now Lu Feng's life and death are unknown, and both Qiao Kexin and Yue Yue need someone to protect them, so Luo Baisheng hopes that Mr. Feng will leave on his own because he is afraid of the power of the iron whip.

But Mr. Feng was like a man possessed, his eyes kept staring at the iron whip in Luo Baisheng's hand, just like when he saw a beautiful woman and couldn't take his eyes away.

He wanted to get the iron whip so much, and he had already decided that the iron whip was a treasure.

At this moment, a black car drove slowly.

There were two old men sitting in the car, one was Fu Qingming, the head of the Fu family, and the other was Meng Tiandao, the master of alchemy in Kyoto.

Because they had not received Mr. Feng's report for a long time, they felt uneasy and asked the driver to drive over to check. They happened to encounter a confrontation between Mr. Feng and Luo Baisheng.

Not seeing Qiao Kexin, both of them were very disappointed.
Chapter completed!