Following Jian Che's order again, the disciples of the two groups continued to rush forward, but after all, they had experienced it once and were no longer as brave as before.
Seeing the crowd rushing over again, Feng Ziqing could clearly feel the difference before and after. He snorted secretly and said that if you really are not afraid of death, you will eventually be afraid. In this way, it will be easy to handle.
Poof!
"Come on! Whoever dares to rush to the front, I will kill him first!" After killing the cannon fodder of the Jian family who rushed to the front with a sword, Feng Ziqing said viciously: "It's just you bunch of rotten fish.
You stinky shrimp, you don’t even know who your opponent is, and you dare to keep coming here to die!”
When there are more people, there will naturally be people of all kinds, including those who are not afraid of death.
After saying that, several disciples who were not afraid of death rushed to the front of the crowd, and Feng Ziqing naturally kept his word. Among the disciples of these aristocratic families, who were mostly warriors in the third realm, he came and went freely, raising and lowering his sword.
It sets a good example for the other side to keep their word.
After this, people's hearts, which had been slightly inspired, became a little lower again. Everyone has a sense of luck, and most people will think that they will be the lucky one, but once there is a strong person, you will not be able to have such a sense of luck.
When the time comes, most people will choose to remain silent.
In silence, many people die, but in silence, there are few people who explode.
Just like now.
Seeing Jian Che whose morale had dropped twice, he cursed in his heart. They are a bunch of cowards who deserve not to be in the top position.
He impatiently pushed away the men who were blocking his way, walked in front with his gun in hand, and cursed loudly: "Boy, if you think you are capable, let me see how hard you can be."
!”
After saying that, he swiped his spear and rushed forward.
Feng Ziqing twitched the corner of his mouth, "Very good, I'm afraid you've been hiding. If you dare to come and confront me alone, I'll let you know what a frog in a well is."
clang!
Feng Ziqing slashed Jian Che's spear with his sword, causing him to take a few steps back. Then he retracted his arms, bowed low, tapped his toes, teleported to the opponent, and punched his chest.
Buzz
His fist hit the opponent's spear, and the gun shook back and forth, making a slight sound.
Feng Ziqing lowered his head to avoid the sweep of the opponent's spear, and punched the opponent's jaw from bottom to top.
Snapped
There was a crisp sound, the fist and the palm struck each other, the wind turned from the fist to the palm, slightly retracted it, and suddenly faced the palm again.
Snapped!
After the noise, the two pulled away slightly.
After these few moves, Feng Ziqing had a deeper understanding of this elder of the Jian family. In close combat, the opponent was not slow, and he had a long gun in his hand, capable of both offense and defense. The so-called "one inch longer and one inch stronger", he could not do it for a while.
Not much advantage.
That long gun is of good quality. If the opponent doesn't have a long gun, his strength will definitely be lower. So, that gun must be dealt with first.
A spear must either fall out of hand or be broken, so that it will be temporarily useless.
If there is no way to get rid of it for the time being, then it must be cut off. Since the day Fu Wei came into existence, it has not undergone special cultivation and refining. His grade has not been improved much, and the blade is not sharp enough. In this way, it can only be different.
Headed.
The foreign head cannot appear, otherwise it will directly expose his strength as an immortal cultivator. If the foreign head cannot be used, what else can be used?
Yeah, that’s right, a pseudo-native thing!
So far, the strength of the pseudo-innate object is not enough. It has only been used once in the Misty Forest and has not been used since breaking through. Now, it is time to give it a try.
Feng Ziqing closed his eyes and opened them quickly. In the eyes of outsiders, it was just a slow blink of an eye.
He was holding Fu Wei, and on the edge of Fu Wei's sword was a pseudo-nature with a different head that could not be seen by outsiders.
He swung it up, down, left and right, back and forth in each direction a few times, and after getting used to the speed of the cooperation between the two, he nodded.
In the eyes of others, this looks like a juggler preparing for a competition, um, juggling a sword.
Jian Che naturally saw it too. Although he had some doubts in his heart, he couldn't help but feel contemptuous. How could he suddenly become more powerful by playing with the sword a few times like this? What a joke!
After playing with the sword, Feng Ziqing became excited, stretched out, and then let out a long breath.
The random killing just now seemed to extinguish the fire in his heart a little, and he relaxed a little. He looked at Jian Che, raised his chin, and said, "Are you ready?"
Jian Che was stunned for a moment, then hummed: "Get ready to come over and die."
Feng Zi shook his head lightly, sighed, retracted his arms, tiptoed, and rushed over.
puff
Snapped
After a few punches and kicks, Feng Ziqing saw the contempt in Jian Che's eyes. He raised the corner of his mouth and called out Fu Wei. At the same time, he attached the false natal object with a different head to Fu Wei's sword blade. He grabbed the long sword and pointed towards it.
The opponent's shoulder was chopped off.
Jian Che blocked his spear horizontally. It's an old move. Can you try something new?
Whoosh!
Poof!
There was no sound like the imaginary sound of swords and guns hitting each other. Instead, there was only the sound of chopping like a sharp blade breaking a stick, followed by the sound of the sword cutting into the bone.
Jian Che looked at the smug smile of the man in front of him, feeling extremely angry and shocked at the same time. Why had his sword been unable to cut off his own spear just now, but now he cut off the spear as easily as a knife cutting through a stick?
It can't possibly be because this person just played with the sword a few times, right?
He couldn't think any more. A huge pain came from his shoulders, followed by a heartbreaking pain from his abdomen. His martial arts palace was cracked, but not completely broken. How could this person be willing to keep his hand?
"I don't want to kill you, not because I don't dare to kill you, but because there is a guy who has been nagging me before to do less killing. I'm afraid that if I meet him in the future, he will nag me again after knowing about it.
I was forced by you just now. I have no choice but to protect myself.
Oh, by the way, and I really didn’t kill anyone from the Yi family before. I was really framed. Why didn’t you listen to my advice? Really?”
After saying this, Feng Ziqing took out Fu Wei and punched the opponent in the chest. After the opponent fell to the ground, his head tilted and he fainted.
Then, the scene started to get chaotic.
Feng Ziqing pointed his sword and said loudly: "He is not dead. From the beginning to the end, I have been protecting myself. I was really framed. Please tell this to the people above you and let them think carefully. Yes
Find the manipulator, or come to me to seek revenge!
If you want to seek revenge from me, just come. You already know what kind of strength I am. Come here if you are not afraid of death!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Ziqing dodged a few times, jumped out of the encirclement, and rushed towards the direction in which Mei Xia escaped.
After Feng Ziqing left, the disciples of the aristocratic family, without their leader, slowly carried the bodies of their elders and disciples back to the camp with low morale.
When they arrived, they were crowded and crowded, but when they returned, they were sparse and silent.
——
far away.
In the mountains and forests.
The four masked men stood on the mountainside with a better view, quietly watching the situation here.
"Brother, this guy surnamed Feng is so brave. It seems that the two juniors have a good eye for selecting people. But many times, they don't obey the discipline, which makes me really annoyed waiting."
The masked man who was called the eldest brother was tall. He glanced sideways at the people beside him and hummed: "Third brother, they only have this ability. If you hadn't sent a message to the people of the Yi family, what would have happened?"
How can the four great aristocratic families turn against each other so quickly? After all, I am just a junior, I can understand people well, and I can control the overall situation, so I have to wait."
The third child, who was a little fatter, bowed and said with a little respect: "Of course, if the eldest brother hadn't been in charge of the overall situation, I don't know how long it would have been. By the way, eldest brother, the two of them have the surname Feng.
Those who are interested in me are also their people who have been in contact with me. If I am recruited by them and don't listen to what we say, what should I do?"
"How to deal with it? It's useless to think about it. It can't be used by us. Once this matter is over, the result will be. Although it is a pity, it will be a disaster to keep it." The speaker was a smaller masked man.
, the voice is a little hoarse.
"The second brother is right. At such an age, he has such strength. If he is really a casual cultivator as he said, then the chance of recruiting her will be greater. She is indeed beautiful, but there are only two of them. There are many beauties in our clan.
, coupled with your wealth, are you still worried about not being able to compare with two women?" The slightly fatter masked third man talked about the interview.
"Fourth Brother, how sure are you of killing this person?"
"Judging from his current strength, it is only 50%. However, there are four of us and we work together to kill him. We will be injured and he will die." The voice was a female voice, with a bit of sharpness.
"That's good."
The tall masked boss nodded noncommittally and did not continue to speak. Looking at the man's running figure, his eyes gradually became cold.