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"Big Dipper, Seven Stars Slash!"

The Qiushui sword in Chen Feng's hand turned into a bright green horse, and it slashed towards Yao Wentao with boundless momentum.

"Look, it's getting dark." On the ground, although the poisonous fog had dissipated, the police still didn't get out of the car for safety reasons, but they could see the surrounding situation clearly. It was getting dark.

Only Situ Qiang, who had just climbed out of the fountain, could see it clearly. With Chen Feng's sword slashing out, the originally clear sky suddenly darkened. In the sky, there were only seven green stars flickering. Presenting a formation of the Big Dipper.

Under the stars, the power of the Autumn Water Sword increased greatly, and it slashed fiercely with the black dagger in Yao Wentao's hand.

"Swipe!!" Yao Wentao's black short sword formed a poisonous dragon drill that was split by this sword, and then Qiushui sword continued to chop like a bamboo.

A flash of blood suddenly appeared, Yao Wentao let out a muffled grunt, and retreated. His right arm, together with the black dagger, had left his body and fell straight down.

"What kind of moves are you doing? Why are you so sharp?" Yao Wentao was terrified. Chen Feng's sword just now made him feel like he had walked through the Hall of Yama.

Chen Feng paid no attention to Yao Wentao's inquiry, only to see Yao Wentao let out a soft whistle, and once again bullied him, the Qiushui sword in his hand was extremely sharp, and his moves were all powerful killing moves.

In a duel between masters, victory or defeat is often a matter of thought. Yao Wentao's right hand was broken, and his strength plummeted. Facing Chen Feng's overwhelming attack, he had to dodge from left to right, parrying with difficulty. After a while, his body was already dripping with blood, especially his chest and abdomen. A sword wound in the middle made him even more crumbling.

Facing the strong death aura carried by Chen Feng's long sword, Yao Wentao finally panicked. He hurriedly slapped the storage bag on his waist, and suddenly, a red pill appeared in his hand.

"Red Dragon Pill." Chen Feng sneered: "Do you still want to fight trapped beasts?" While speaking, Chen Feng's Qiushui sword had already slashed across, and the target was the opponent's left hand holding the Red Dragon Pill.

Yao Wentao's movements were fast, but Chen Feng's sword was even faster. Before Yao Wentao swallowed the Red Dragon Pill, Chen Feng's sword had already climbed onto his finger.

"Swipe!!" With a flash of blood, Yao Wentao's five fingers flew out, and the Red Dragon Pill flew out together.

Chen Feng didn't continue to attack, but with a single move, he took the Red Dragon Pill in his hand and looked at it.

Feeling the familiar atmosphere, Chen Feng sighed deeply: Goodbye now, things have long changed.

"Om!!" The Red Dragon Pill seemed to be spiritual, beating in Chen Feng's hands, just like a wanderer who hadn't returned home for a long time suddenly saw his parents. Although it was just a pill, Chen Feng could still feel its happiness.

"Roar!!" Yao Wentao let out a roar, the voice was extremely loud, and spread out wave after wave. At this moment, the entire hz city heard the roar, and they couldn't help but stop and head towards the Wanda Building. look in the direction.

"No matter who you are, you must die today." After roaring, Yao Wentao said to Chen Feng with great hatred.

Perhaps in order to match his harsh words, there was a soft whistling sound from the sky. The whistling sound was long and powerful, and even Chen Feng frowned, revealing a deep and dignified expression.

The person who came here had profound cultivation, obviously higher than Chen Feng's level.

After a few breaths, a ray of light suddenly shot from the sky. With Chen Feng's eyesight, he could see that someone was coming with a sword. Just from the speed of the sword, Chen Feng judged that the person's cultivation base was stronger than his own. Not a lot.

"Bold little thief, how dare you hurt me, Yao Jiaerlang." Before the body arrived, the voice came first, and a loud shout made Chen Feng suddenly stressed, his whole body was agitated, and his eyebrows were cold.

"Hmph, you are allowed to kill people from the Yao family at will, and no one else is allowed to kill people from your Yao family." Under the endless pressure, Chen Feng did not compromise at all, but his heart exploded. The old man in front of him, He is definitely a master. From his aura, it can be seen that he is definitely an existence above the Foundation Establishment Stage.

"Father, you must kill him." A shrill cry sounded, it was Yao Wentao, and he slowly flew behind the old man, saying with resentment.

Seeing Yao Wentao's miserable appearance, the old man frowned, and pressed Chen Feng with a strong hostility: "Little bastard, the method is so vicious, see if I don't kill you!"

"Hahaha!!" Chen Feng laughed anxiously: "The method is vicious, and it is kindness to release the poisonous mist at will to kill ordinary people." Having said this, Chen Feng shook his Qiushui sword and pointed at the old man: "Old dog, you and I have already died today!" If I, Chen Feng, back down a bit today, I will take your surname!"

Situ Qiang on the ground looked at Chen Feng in disbelief. Today's Mr. Chen has completely subverted his image. Originally, he thought that although Mr. Chen has unpredictable abilities, he is easy-going and treats others like a spring breeze. Usually, there is always an inexplicable affinity between every move, but looking at Mr. Chen now, he is full of fighting spirit, high-spirited, and he is not afraid of facing a powerful enemy. Situ Qiang's blood boiled with excitement. From Mr. Chen's eyes, Situ Qiang saw a kind of persistence, a kind of self-confidence.

"Come on, Mr. Chen, come on." Situ Qiang yelled this sentence with all his strength. After he finished his yelling, he found that his throat had been torn apart by the force of the yelling, and a fishy liquid was flowing in his throat. .

"Mr. Chen, come on." All of a sudden, the audience erupted into even stronger shouts, and all the policemen and soldiers who had already got into the police cars were all standing in the same place, with admiration in their eyes. Looking at the vigorous Chen Feng in the sky, after Situ Qiang's shout, they simultaneously uttered an earth-shattering shout.

"Mr. Chen, come on!"

"Mr. Chen, come on!"

……

The strong sound waves rushed over one wave after another like a raging sea tide, shaking the surrounding glass windows to rattle.

Chen Feng, who was in mid-air, felt a wave of air blowing towards his face, making his hairs stand on end unconsciously, and every muscle in his body became excited.

"Hahaha, okay, let me have a good fight today." Chen Feng looked up to the sky and laughed, his voice was like rolling thunder, his arrogance was overwhelming, and his momentum was overwhelming.

"You're looking for death." The old man groaned angrily and slashed his palm in the air towards the crowd on the ground, a huge palm formed of powerful true essence was crushed down.

"Mr. Chen, come on." As if infected by Chen Feng's aura, the policemen at this moment stood in place without fear of death, looking coldly at the huge palm prints coming towards them. Weaker than the palm of the old man.

Suddenly, a figure flew between the huge palm print and the crowd, and a green light, like a beautiful meteor, split the palm print into two.

"If you want to hurt them, pass me first." Chen Feng said with a stern look and an imposing manner.