It is said that two fists cannot beat four hands. This is true at all. No matter how strong a master you are, you will not be able to protect yourself even if you are trapped in a sea of thousands of people.
In front of these thousands of people, any expert talk is all bullshit.
Even if Zhan Kun was surrounded by so many people, he could only run away, let alone Tang Feng? But Tang Feng couldn't run, and he couldn't escape.
The one who hit Tang Feng was a man. After a solid blow, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "I hit him!"
As soon as he said these words, he felt ashamed. He was a low-level spiritual person, and he was also a low-level spiritual person. They had the same strength, but it was really embarrassing for him to be so happy after hitting him.
But even after cutting him to pieces, the man didn't see traces of blood flowing out of Tang Feng's body. On the contrary, as soon as he finished speaking, the burning sword in Tang Feng's hand swept across his waist.
come over.
This person quickly retreated like a reflex, but as soon as he took a step, his body was squeezed back by his companions behind him.
At this moment, this man was in a panic, and his liver and gallbladder were split, because he saw the fiery red sword cut directly through his waist, and the protective aura that he was proud of seemed to not exist.
It didn't play its intended role at all.
"Fuck your own mother!" The man turned his head and glared at his companion who pushed him back, and cursed angrily.
You died so unjustly!
Puff puff... In this moment, Tang Feng was a little unprepared and was beaten a few times again. But to everyone's disappointment, he was not injured at all.
"What kind of treasure is the devil wearing? Say hello to his lower body and above his neck!" Someone with sharp eyes immediately discovered the mystery, because all the attacks on Tang Feng's upper body had no effect as they should have.
Instead, they were calling at his lower body and above his neck, and he tried his best to resist.
When the people surrounding Tang Feng heard this, they immediately changed their target and rushed towards areas without indestructible armor protection.
In an instant, Tang Feng's pressure increased sharply.
Taking a deep breath, the fire in Tang Feng's right eye extinguished, and at the same time, his left eye turned completely white.
"Winter thunder, thunderbolt, winter thunder shakes the sky!"
With the swing of the Winter Sword of the Four Seasons Sword Technique, rolling thunder rang out one after another, and the originally hot air suddenly became freezing to the core.
With just one strike of the sword, everyone around Tang Feng felt that their Gang Qi had been frozen. No one could adapt to the sudden change. Tang Feng raised his sword and struck down the sword before these people could adjust.
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"Double Gang Heart?" The four high-level spiritual masters from the four major forces have been paying attention to the battle. As soon as Tang Feng's Gang Heart power changed, Zhan Kun couldn't help but exclaimed.
A cultivator has only one Gangxin in his life. Only some people with profound blessings may have the second Gangxin. But it is so difficult to have two Gangxins. Looking at the whole world, those who have two Gangxins
He is only a slap in the face, but the young man named Tang Feng in front of him has a double heart.
Moreover, his two Gangxin powers actually have completely different attributes and are even more practical!
Binghuo, no matter what kind of Gangxin power it is, is what practitioners dream of. Zhan Kun suddenly felt a feeling of envy, jealousy and hatred in his heart. After all, he was also a famous figure for a long time. Although he was jealous, he quickly suppressed it.
He stayed and looked at Tang Feng quietly, feeling a little annoyed in his heart.
If I had known that this young man had such potential, should I have recruited him into the family instead of holding some demon-slaying conference here to increase the reputation of the Zhan family, which is unnecessary?
But now it's too late to regret it. The arrow is on the string and has to be fired. Thousands of people have been called over. How can Zhan Kun change this situation? This young man is probably dead.
"Wrong." Liu Ruyan slowly shook his head, "He has three kinds of hearts."
"What?" Situ Tianhe's old eyes almost bulged out.
Zhan Kun's expression condensed, and he looked at Tang Feng carefully. After a moment, his expression became sad: "Sure enough!"
It is simply impossible for a cultivator to have three kinds of Gangxin, but Tang Feng in front of him has it. He used the power of ice and fire, but a ray of golden light flashed from time to time on his sword,
Whenever that golden light shines, the protective aura of all those around him can be easily cut open.
No one knows what this Gangxin power is, but Zhan Kun can guess its function, which is nothing more than the effect of breaking the Gang.
Another kind of very applicable Gangxin power! Could it be that all the blessings from God have been snatched away by this kid?
He is so young yet so powerful, which was simply unheard of before.
"Master!" Zhou Xiaodie suddenly exclaimed because she saw Tang Feng's thigh being stabbed with a sword. Although the wound was not deep, the sword still caused Tang Feng to bleed.
The battle has lasted for a cup of tea. There are hundreds of enemies who have fallen under Tang Feng's sword, but no one has injured him until now. This situation is simply embarrassing.
"Things are getting serious." Gu Youyue sighed and turned to glare at Zhan Kun, "I'm afraid a lot of people will die this time. Aren't you afraid of those sects coming to trouble the Zhan family?"
Zhan Kun sneered and said: "They died because they were not good at studying. What does it matter to our Zhan family? Besides, if they have the courage, they can come to the Zhan family to seek justice. They are the ones who want to participate in this demon-slaying conference.
It’s not something I, Zhan Kun, forced me to do.”
"Hey." Gu Youyue slowly shook her head. There is no way to stop this scene now, and no one can stop it. Thousands of people killed Tang Feng to death, and Tang Feng killed them to death.
At a glance, it has reached a desperate situation.
"I want to see how he can escape." Zhan Kun snorted. It involves the ownership of a spiritual vein. Even Zhan Kun does not dare to take it lightly. Although the Zhan family has many spiritual veins, but
No one thinks there are too many spiritual veins.
"If we don't get rid of this son, there will be endless troubles." Situ Tianhe said softly next to Zhan Kun.
Zhan Kun turned to look at him, who said: "Hey, he was stopped here this time, but you took the lead. If you really let him escape, are you not afraid? Is it possible that everyone in your Zhan family is not afraid?"
Him? If he hides secretly and jumps out to kill some of your Zhan family disciples from time to time, you will have seen his strength..."
Zhan Kun's expression changed slightly.
"I've offended you anyway, so why not do it more thoroughly?" Situ Tianhe winked.
Zhan Kun turned his head coldly without any response.
"Puff puff..." In the field, Tang Feng had been hit by several swords in succession, and blood was flowing from his thigh. After those people learned that he was wearing a treasure that could withstand attacks, the angle of attack became extremely tricky.
Tang Feng had to guard against attacks above his neck. It was a crucial location, but if he could guard against the top, he couldn't guard against the bottom. This was how the injury on his leg came about.
