Wu Shi did not expect that Qin Feng would dare to take action in such an unfavorable situation.
He snorted coldly, clenched his fingers tightly, and the long knife on the ground was sucked directly into his palm.
He held her tightly.
"I'll give you three swords."
"So that I, Wu Nanyuan, will not be laughed at by outsiders for being a big bully."
Wu Nanyuan shook the long sword, and the weapon sounded crisply, exuding cold murderous intent.
then.
He faced the oncoming Qin Feng and slashed his sword down directly.
A faint arc formed calmly, and the cold sword light slashed towards Qin Feng.
"A broken dagger is extremely ridiculous."
The next second, an extremely cold killing intent rushed over.
The smile on Wu Nanyuan's face completely froze.
Because, he saw that the long knife in his hand was like tissue paper, cut in half by the butterfly knife.
The blade slipped along the cut, revealing the broken blade.
The butterfly knife in Qin Feng's hand didn't even have a scratch, it was simple and unpretentious, and it cut horizontally.
"Whoosh!"
Wu Nanyuan's back was instantly wet.
A sense of death began to spread.
He ignored everything and stepped back directly.
"Tear!"
Lightning flint.
The butterfly knife condensed the sharp wind blade and tore his chest open.
"puff!"
A splash of blood.
Wu Nanyuan took a few steps back before lowering his head.
His eyes were full of shock, and he looked at the bone-deep wound on his chest in disbelief.
"How can this be?"
He murmured and pushed away the Jiang family warrior who stepped forward to help him:
"What kind of knife is this?"
He stared intently at the butterfly knife in Qin Feng's hand, feeling that his defeat was due to the weapon.
As soon as the sword came out, Qin Feng's killing intent increased several times.
It's obviously a borrowed tool for improvement.
"wrong……"
He suddenly shook his head: "This sword looks very familiar."
"Is it a spiritual weapon?"
"Is it really a spiritual weapon?"
He almost screamed.
Wu Nanyuan finally understood why his sword energy shattered and why he was defeated by one move.
What qualifications does this rubbish long sword have to fight against this kind of spiritual weapon?
His eyes began to heat up, imagining that if he got this sword, and coupled with his ancestral mad sword martial arts, his strength would inevitably rise to several levels.
At this moment, a member of the Jiang family next to him said:
"Wushi, there are many secrets in this boy."
"He can even refine three-line elixirs."
"If you take this son, Wanluomen will definitely give you a heavy reward."
"Your status will also rise to a higher level."
Wu Nanyuan's eyes darkened. No matter what the outcome of today was, no one from the Jiang family could be left behind.
Wu Nanyuan wanted to keep this secret to himself.
Regardless of his injuries, his momentum increased, he spread his hands, and two long knives suddenly vibrated and flew into his palms:
"Qin Feng, you can't leave today."
"Even if the King of Heaven is here, I can't save you!"
The next second, Wu Nanyuan bent his knees, like a beast wielding two swords, and rushed towards Qin Feng.
"Then I want your life too."
Qin Feng's brows were calm, and a faint air flow appeared in his warm palms.
Attached to the butterfly knife, there is a faint mist wrapped around it.
Human Emperor Gangfeng.
This is what he realized today in the blood jade.
The power of the Human Emperor left the body and turned into a sharp weapon.
Kill people in the air, and not a single leaf will touch you.
This is the power of the great master.
In the blink of an eye, Wu Nanyuan appeared with two swords in hand. The two blades tore through the air, leaving two arcs of death in the air!
This knife was almost at its extreme.
It has reached the realm of perfect swordsmanship.
Even great masters have to avoid his edge.
The corner of Wu Nanyuan's mouth cracked: "Little one, obediently hand over everything in your stomach. One day I will be the master of the Wanluo Sect and I will build a tomb and erect a monument for you..."
At this moment, he suddenly discovered something.
From the corner of his eye, he noticed that Qin Feng's eyes were calm, even with a hint of ridicule:
"It's better to keep this tombstone to yourself."
Finished speaking.
Qin Feng suddenly moved.
He turned sideways and kicked in the air.
"Crack!"
The fatal sword light was swept away by the leg wind.
Jiang Tianshan's eyes narrowed.
The next second, the butterfly knife in Qin Feng's palm rotated, carrying the Human Emperor's Gangfeng to form a cloud of mist. The moment he turned around, he stabbed Wu Nanyuan in the back of the neck from behind.
The cold murderous intent made the blood all over Wu Nanyuan's body run cold at this moment.
His expression changed drastically, he turned the blade and dodged.
Then, in his peripheral vision, he saw the flowing mist at close range that only he could see.
His eyes were full of shock.
The mist is like a dragon, slowly wrapping around the butterfly knife, and continuously circling in Qin Feng's palm along the blade.
It exuded a soft aura, but it made Wu Nanyuan's hair stand on end.
He bit the tip of his tongue, trying to make sure this was not a dream.
But the blood flowing from his mouth told him that this was not a dream.
Wu Nanyuan panicked and subconsciously wanted to run, but it was too late.
He could only roar angrily: "The Jiang family obeys the order and surrounds and kills this son with all their strength. Hurry!"
He shouted the last word.
He has no choice.
Only by defeating the few with more can we save our lives.
At the same time, he shook his arms fiercely, and in a lose-lose posture, his swords whipped up the strong wind, facing Qin Feng's attack, and swung them down!
"I have a knife."
"I can chop your head off."
Qin Feng spoke calmly and swept the butterfly knife in his hand.
"Crack!"
The sword shattered.
The two long knives were cut off simultaneously.
The cold blade locked onto Wu Nanyuan's throat, and Wu Nanyuan just wanted to turn around and run away.
I felt a chill on my neck, and subconsciously reached out to cover it. Death bloomed like petals.