With almost no warning, these two black figures wearing wide awnings, like ghosts in the dark night, appeared directly in this simple thatched house that was about to collapse in the violent storm.
Of course they couldn't be ghosts. In fact, Tang Feng had already noticed that the two of them had not settled down yet, given his current level of strength.
If it weren't for the heavy rain that washed away some of the breath, Tang Feng would have noticed these two uninvited guests even from afar before they even got close.
It wasn't until this moment that Chen Haoran realized what he was doing. He was surprised and yelled, "Who?"
After roaring, Chen Haoran suddenly turned around and stood in front of the bed. Of course, he also blocked Tang Feng behind him.
The two black awnings were very wide, and the two men also wore dark brown hats to cover their faces, so their appearance could not be seen clearly.
One of them, a relatively thin and slender man, laughed strangely: "Who do you think anyone else can come to visit the famous Tang Longci at this time?"
When he said these words, Chen Haoran immediately came to his senses. He was even a little shaken because of the shock. He could not help but gritted his teeth and said: "Are you the Flying Dragon Envoy? As for the person next to you, I'm afraid it's your follower Ba
Dragon envoy?"
"Strictly speaking, I am no longer a bullshit flying dragon envoy, but a flying dragon, a flying dragon in the sky!" Feilong snorted coldly and slowly took off the hat on his head, revealing his true identity.
The Tyrannosaurus next to him also slowly took off his bamboo hat. Under the dim light of the oil lamp, their faces looked indescribably ferocious.
Chen Haoran had obviously noticed the intention of the two people's sudden arrival, but he still couldn't help but asked: "What are you doing here?"
Feilong couldn't help but laugh strangely and hummed: "What are you doing here? Don't you understand?"
Of course Chen Haoran understood, but he knew very well in his heart that his eldest brother was still recovering from his injuries at this moment, so in order to delay time, he quickly said: "Feilong, my eldest brother spared your life during the sword debate in Huashan. Is it possible that you are still here today?"
Want to add insult to injury and take the opportunity to kill him?"
"It's really a big joke that he spared my life!" Feilong sneered, and then snorted heavily: "During the sword debate in Huashan, if it weren't for the sword demon's true spirit, do you think he would let me go easily?
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Having said this, he threw the bamboo hat to the ground, and then said sternly: "I really can't believe that even the true spirit of the Sword Demon God couldn't kill this kid!"
Chen Haoran had secretly gathered his momentum, stood up and shouted: "But at that time, Senior Zulong didn't want your life. Don't you even have the slightest sense of gratitude?"
"Thank you?" Feilong seemed to have heard a huge joke and said angrily: "That bitch Zulong actually favored one over the other. This made me lose face when discussing swordsmanship in Huashan, and I will no longer be able to gain a foothold in the world!"
"If I have a chance someday, I will kill him with my own hands!"
Chen Haoran was so angry that his whole body was shaking, but he still wanted to speak again.
But Feilong interrupted in a cold voice: "You don't have to waste time by nagging me. I know that in the meeting hall, this young man was plotted by Ling Xuzi Lu Zhanpeng, and he is seriously injured at this time!"
"All I have to say is, get out of here immediately, or I'll kill you too!" As soon as the word "kill" came out, Feilong's aura was released, and there was no wind in the thatched house.
Chen Haoran still stood upright and said through gritted teeth: "Since you, the traitor, know everything, I will stop talking nonsense and ask me to get out of the way, unless you step over my body!"
Feilong raised his eyebrows and said evilly: "If that's the case, then go and die!"
As he finished speaking, there was a sudden clang, and the magic sword was unsheathed. The blood-colored crescent-shaped scimitar flashed in an instant, and the flying dragon took action, killing with one strike like a shooting star.
At the same time, Chen Haoran connected his hands with seals, and in just an instant, he condensed countless flying knives in front of him, and there were as many as seven or seventy-nine in total.
The densely packed flying knives condensed into a shield in front of them, which looked very extraordinary.
However, Feilong slashed with his sword, and with a loud bang, Chen Haoran's sword shield was immediately shattered. He took two steps back, spat out a mouthful of blood, and hit the edge of the bed.
"You dare to stop me, you are overestimating your own strength!" Feilong snorted coldly, raised his right hand as he swooped down, and struck down with a thunderous sword strike again.
Chen Haoran instinctively wanted to hide, but he knew that at this moment, his eldest brother was seriously injured and was recovering from his injuries. If he dodged, the opponent's knife would definitely hit his eldest brother.
"Damn it!" Chen Haoran gritted his teeth and cursed angrily. He quickly straightened his body and stood in front of Tang Feng.
It's just that after a short delay, it was no longer possible to condense the flying knife. What's more, the flying dragon's speed of releasing the knife was too fast, and he had no time to use his martial arts.
With a flash of thunder, the scarlet magic knife had reached the top of his head. As long as the knife went down, his whole body would be split in half immediately.
Originally, at this time, if Chen Haoran was willing to dodge, he could still get away, because he found that the opponent did not lock his aura.
It seems that Feilong's intention is also very obvious. His target is not Chen Haoran. If the opponent chooses to dodge, then his sword will hit Tang Feng behind him.
Chen Haoran still had no intention of evading, and still stood there like a rock. Even at this time, he slowly closed his eyes.
Suddenly, Chen Haoran felt a breath of death approaching him. He knew that with this knife, he would definitely die. However, he did not regret it, and his face was full of determination.
However, what Chen Haoran never expected was that the magic knife he was desperately waiting for was not cut off from the top of his head, and his body was not cut into two halves.
With suspicion and uncertainty, Chen Haoran slowly opened his eyes, and he suddenly saw a hand, as steady and strong as a rock, grasping the scarlet Full Moon Demonic Sword.
At this moment, Chen Haoran was full of shock. Although he had roughly guessed who the owner of this hand was, he still couldn't believe it.
So he slowly turned his head to the right, and then he saw the owner of this hand. Of course, the owner of the hand was none other than Tang Feng!
At this moment, Tang Feng's complexion had completely returned to its original state. Although he was still sitting there cross-legged, one of his hands was tightly grasping Feilong's magic knife.
Chen Haoran blinked, his eyes filled with shock, and couldn't help but said: "Brother, you..."
Tang Feng looked at him with a sense of relief and gratitude, and chuckled: "Don't worry, I'm fine!"
Chen Haoran looked at Tang Feng and then at the hand holding the knife, his face was both excited and shocked.
In fact, he was not the only one who was shocked at the scene. The look of shock on Feilong's face was undoubtedly even worse. After being stunned for a long time, he said in a trembling voice: "How is it possible? You actually, you actually caught him with your fleshy palms."
My sword, your skill..."
He was so shocked that he couldn't say what he said next, but everyone present understood what he meant.