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Chapter 39 Bones (Thank you everyone! Breaking [-]!)
Kill Zhao Yichuan with one sword.

The zhenqi that Nie Feng barely recovered was exhausted in an instant.

And Zhao Yichuan didn't figure it out until his death, why would he suddenly be killed by Nie Feng when he clearly had the chance to win?Where did that sudden weird power come from?

But he didn't have a chance to think about it.

If a person lost his head, even a god would not be able to save him.

"The villain died because he talked too much, the ancients never deceived me..."

Looking at Zhao Yichuan's headless body, Nie Feng smiled wryly twice, with a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. Zhao Yichuan's scorching punch remained in his body and continued to wreak havoc, making him feel as if his internal organs were burned.

Nie Feng resisted the pain, sat cross-legged on the ground, squeezed seals with both hands, and used the unique method of thunderbolt to open the mountain palm to absorb the spiritual energy of the outside world and repair the damage he suffered.

Fortunately, it was night and the moon was high in the sky. The power of the moonlight quickly suppressed the fire in Nie Feng's body, making him feel less painful.

For Nie Feng, this battle was extremely dangerous.

If it wasn't for Zhao Yichuan talking too much nonsense and giving him enough time to breathe, I'm afraid Nie Feng would have passed away by now and turned into a corpse.

But this can be regarded as an experience for Nie Feng. Since he has already decided to do something, why bother to waste so much talk, what can be said after the other party is finished.

"Che...chi..."

While Nie Feng's zhenqi was circulating, he slowly condensed the fist strength in his body together, and then drove it to his arms along the meridians.

Soon, two scorching punches spread from the chest to the palm, and then were forced out of the body by Nie Feng along the fingertips.

Wherever the fire energy landed, bursts of pungent blue smoke immediately rose, which looked extremely terrifying.

"Call..."

Nie Feng opened his eyes, let out a breath of hot air, and a lingering fear flashed in his eyes.

"What a domineering iron stroke and silver uppercut..."

He originally thought that Zhao Yichuan was just an ordinary warrior, who would have thought that he would be a disciple of Qingcheng, and his status was so high.

If we say "Great Wind and Cloud Palm Strength", it is the most vigorous palm technique of the Qingcheng School.

Then Zhao Yichuan's "Iron Drawing and Silver Uppercut Method" is the master of the Qingcheng School's boxing methods, and compared with Shaolin's Great Vajra Subduing Demon Fist, it is not inferior in the slightest.

This shows the background of the famous sect.

Zhao Yichuan has been practicing this boxing method for more than ten years, and the two strengths of ice and fire in his body have already reached the peak. As long as he waits for a suitable opportunity, he can combine the two strengths of ice and fire into one, and reach the realm of infinity, which is perfect and harmonious, and he can become a congenital master. master.

With his innate extreme cultivation, coupled with his iron stroke and silver uppercut technique, he really has the confidence and pride.

But fortunately, he was arrogant and arrogant, thinking that he was sure of Nie Feng, which allowed Nie Feng to catch the loophole, took the opportunity to display the magic power of rewarding the good and punishing the evil, and used this to fight back and win.

"One elder, one young sect leader, this time, the enmity with the Qingcheng faction has become serious..."

Nie Feng looked around and sighed softly. The battle just now was too loud, the houses in the courtyard were completely destroyed, and the guests in other courtyards were awakened one after another. Many people witnessed this scene with their own eyes.

It's hard to keep everyone talking, this matter can't be hidden no matter what, the two sides can be said to be immortal now!
Of course, he didn't want to hide it, after all, no matter from which point of view, Nie Feng was the one who was right.

And after killing Gao Huan and Zhao Yichuan just now, Nie Feng clearly felt that another golden light of merit descended from somewhere, and this time it directly formed a golden seal of merit within his body.

It is conceivable how many bad things these two people have done in their daily life.

Suddenly, an exclamation sounded in his ears.

Nie Feng quickly followed the sound and saw dozens of white skeletons under the collapsed house not far away!

hiss!
Seeing this scene, Nie Feng couldn't help but gasped, and immediately stood up and walked over.

"Damn!"

Nie Feng's face was solemn, and there was a strong killing intent between his brows!
Through the shape of these bones, it can be distinguished that there are men and women, and there are many children, most of whom were killed by swords.

But there are also some corpses that were killed by an extremely domineering martial art. The sternum has been completely shattered, and there are still traces of scorched black.

Nie Feng couldn't be more clear, this was completely killed by the iron hook and silver uppercut!

It's no wonder that after I killed Zhao Yichuan, I secretly conferred such great merit. These dozens of lives all died at Zhao Yichuan's hands!

Nie Feng could only think of four words to describe Zhao Yichuan.

That is: human face and animal heart!

At the same time, there was a burst of noisy footsteps outside the inn, accompanied by someone shouting.

Nie Feng looked back and saw six or seven people broke into the courtyard, carrying lanterns in their hands, ropes and iron rulers tied to their waists, and only one of them had a waist knife on his waist.

It can be seen from their attire that these people should be local policemen.

"who are you!"

A big man with a black face and beard came over with a knife in his hand. When he saw the two corpses on the ground, he was shocked: "Did you kill these two?"

"Yes!"

As soon as these words came out, several policemen immediately rushed forward, surrounding Nie Feng as if facing a formidable enemy.

The black-faced man headed by him is even more nervous. There is no government office in this Qingyang town, only the policemen are here to maintain law and order, and most of their martial arts are ordinary. The catchers only know some superficial boxing skills.

It's okay to catch a few ordinary little thieves, but if you meet a martial arts master, it's for nothing.

"You... who the hell are you? Why did you kill shopkeeper Zhao!"

Zhang Biao saw the head on the ground and recognized the identity of the deceased, who was the owner of this inn.

"Are you the local squad leader?"

Nie Feng looked at him carefully for a while, then said with a slight frown.

Zhang Biao swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and boldly said: "That's right! I am the head arrester of Qingyang Town! I sent Zhang Biao, nicknamed Kuangfengdao!"

"Blaster Knife..."

Nie Feng felt a little dumbfounded, so he took out the token in his arms and threw it over.

Zhang Biao was already nervous, but now that Nie Feng took out something and threw it at him, he thought it was a hidden weapon, and the waist knife in his hand played vigorously, and directly hit the token to the ground.

"Good swordsmanship!"

"The chief escort's martial arts are world-class!"

"Hurry up and catch the thief!"

The few arresters under him cheered up when they saw this.

Nie Feng shook his head speechlessly, where did this group of weirdos come from?
"Can you see what it is first, and then do it?" Nie Feng sighed and said helplessly.

Zhang Biao also realized at this time that the thing that flew over just now didn't seem like a hidden weapon.

He put the knife away, picked up the token on the ground and looked at it, and almost threw the knife out of his hand in fright.

(End of this chapter)