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Chapter 9 Anti-kill!

Chapter 9 Counterattack!

The two were about to break the window and enter when suddenly a loud shout came from behind them, and the ground behind them suddenly exploded. A figure flew out from it, his true energy surged, and a pure golden palm appeared in the air, sealing fiercely.

The junior brother among the two was hit in the chest by a force of 1,200 kilograms. The junior brother screamed and flew out directly, with blood flowing from his mouth.

The senior brother immediately took two steps back, his face full of vigilance, and he said angrily: "Who? Get out!"

Chen Feng walked out of the night with a cold smile on his lips: "Senior Brother Cheng, aren't you here to find me? Why, don't you recognize me?"

"Is it you?" Senior Brother Cheng exclaimed in disbelief: "How could you, a loser, injure Junior Brother Zhang with one palm? What kind of martial arts did you use? How could it be so powerful?"

Is this still the same waste?

"You came to kill me but you didn't even know the details. You deserve to be left here today!" Chen Feng said with a cold laugh.

"A sneak attack, you are despicable!" Senior Brother Cheng said angrily.

"Aren't you ready to attack and kill me? If I hadn't been prepared, I would have been beaten to death by you! Despicable? You are the real despicable ones."

These two people came to kill him. Chen Feng would not talk to them about being aboveboard. He just wanted to make a sneak attack. Anyway, the purpose was to kill the other party, and the means did not matter.

He dug a pit next to the hut in advance, then lay down in it, and buried himself with soil, leaving only a small gap for breathing. Then he slowed down his breathing, trying to lose as much of his life as possible.

Sure enough, these two people didn't notice him, and he caught them by surprise!

"Haha, so what? You loser, you think you can do anything to me if you hurt Junior Brother Zhang? Let me tell you, waste is waste. You will never be my opponent in your life, so die!" Senior Brother Cheng smiled ferociously and pulled out the gun.

The long knife on his waist flew up in the air and looked towards Chen Feng.

He is one of Elder Sun's favorite disciples, and he is already at the acquired fifth level! He is two realms higher than Chen Feng.

The acquired fifth level has a strength of two thousand kilograms, which is equivalent to the strength of four tigers!

Chen Feng refused to take the fight and kept retreating. Senior Brother Cheng laughed arrogantly and said, "Trash, why don't you take the fight? A trash is a trash. You don't even have the courage to hit me!"

Chen Feng pursed his lips and said nothing. He kept retreating, and Senior Brother Cheng kept moving forward. Senior Brother Cheng seemed to have lost his patience, and suddenly his anger surged out, and he yelled: "Die!"

In the blink of an eye, he slashed eighteen times in a row!

This move was somewhat familiar to Chen Feng. It was exactly the first-grade yellow-level technique he had seen in the Martial Arts Pavilion. It was an intricate and intricate technique with eighteen swords!

Eighteen knives were struck in an instant, as fast as the wind, making people unable to resist. But the disadvantage is that the power of each knives is not particularly strong, not as good as the knives struck before.

Chen Feng pursed his lips. This time, he retreated instead of advancing!

The big hand seal of light was activated, and the golden palm struck the two sword lights, and actually shattered the two sword lights!

"How is that possible?" Senior Brother Cheng opened his mouth in disbelief.

"How is it impossible?" Chen Feng chuckled, dodged, and came to him. The golden palm was not hindered by the light of the sword, and was directly printed on his chest. This palm hit Senior Brother Cheng's chest and collapsed.

When he went down, his muscles were broken and his bones were broken, and blood spurted from his mouth.

Senior Brother Cheng fell to the ground, with blood coming out of his mouth and nose, and blood also gushing out of his chest.

He looked at Chen Feng, who was approaching step by step, with great fear in his eyes. He backed up and backed away, begging: "Don't kill me, don't kill me..."

"If it were you, would you let me go?" Chen Feng smiled coldly, stamped his palm on his Tianling Cap, and killed him directly.

Then he killed Junior Brother Zhang with one strike.

"It is not advisable to stay here for a long time. When Elder Sun discovers that two disciples have not returned for a long time, he will definitely come over. He is at least a seventh-level acquired warrior. I am definitely not his opponent. In fact, if there is no Mahamudra, a fifth-level acquired warrior will be here."

I have a hard time dealing with warriors."

"I'd better leave here quickly and go hunting monsters in the Aomori Mountains. I can not only train myself, but also hunt for monsters. The crystal cores of monsters are very valuable. They can be exchanged for spiritual stone resources, and they can also be exchanged for martial arts skills with others.

Weapons, etc... kill two birds with one stone. I will come back here after Uncle Han comes back!"

Chen Feng collected all the belongings from the two of them. Unfortunately, they were out to kill people, so they didn't bring anything with them. They only had ten spiritual stones in total.

Chen Feng threw the two corpses into the river. The river had a large amount of water and a fast flow. By tomorrow, the corpses would have been washed away and they would be nowhere to be found. He also eliminated traces of the battle at the scene.

In order to avoid being caught by Elder Sun. He killed the person himself. Elder Sun will know it very well, but he cannot find any evidence.

After doing this, Chen Feng put all the spiritual stones into his bag and left.

The Aomori Mountains have high mountains, dense forests, and many monsters.

In a dense forest in a valley, there were sounds of wind and thunder, and golden light shone.

Chen Feng sweated profusely and practiced the Mahamudra over and over again. At this time, he had mastered the Mahamudra. His hands followed his heart, and his eyes and hands almost integrated with his body.


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