Jiuyang Dandi

Chapter 262
Prince Jianyun heard the commotion here, raised his eyes and glanced over.For an existence like him, shouting at the front and hugging at the back, his own strength is also extremely powerful.Even in such a dangerous place where there are so many masters, he still maintains a detachment.

There are really not many people who dare to provoke him.

With the strength of Prince Jianyun, I am afraid that even ordinary sword masters can resist a few moves.

"Oh, so it's this reptile!" Prince Jianyun found out that Chu Feng had clashed with the disciples of the Rakshamen, and there was a schadenfreude smirk on his face.

With the help of Rakshasa disciples, Chu Feng can be slaughtered without any effort.

He was happy to see it happen.

"Kneel down and admit your mistake!" A disciple of Rakshasa Sect yelled at Chu Feng with a fierce face.

"It's not enough to kneel down, you have to get past me!" Another Rakshasa disciple also had a joking mentality of playing a monkey.

The most powerful Rakshasa master did not speak.The man was about 40 years old, and the horizontal flesh on his face was congealed in pieces, forming potholes.

There is also evil spirit between the eyebrows and eyes, and the eyes are cold and sharp.

At first glance, he is a ruthless character who kills without blinking an eye.

Chu Feng discovered that Rakshamen is simply a concentration camp for wicked people.Basically every Rakshasa sect disciple is a peerless murderer, fierce and brutal, killing people like hemp.

"Step aside!"

Chu Feng's hand pressed the hilt of the Chiyan Sword.His tone was indifferent and his face was expressionless.

Behind them, Senior Sister Ye and the others had seen Chu Feng's terrifying fighting power, and all of them looked at the Rakshasa disciples who wanted to humiliate Chu Feng with deadly eyes.

"Hey, this tone is more arrogant than ours. Do you really think that you can be arrogant because you have a true disciple of Wan Jianzong next to you?"

"Stop talking to him, and kill him directly."

The faces of the two Rakshasa sect disciples turned ferocious, their eyes shot fiercely, and their swords were unsheathed.

Chu Feng was about to be killed on the spot.

"stop!"

The middle-aged man behind him stopped the two of them, his eyes fixed on the sword in Chu Feng's hand.

"Where did you get this Chiyan sword?" Apparently, the middle-aged man recognized the sword in Chu Feng's hand as belonging to the same family.

"Pick it up!"

Chu Feng's tone was still as cold and rigid as if he had been shot.

Facing the vicious masters of Rakshamen, he has no fear.

"Where did you pick it up?" the middle-aged man asked again.Looking at Chu Feng's eyes, there is also a trace of fear and dignity.

The owner of the Scarlet Flame Sword is Scarface. Although his cultivation level is lower than that of this middle-aged man, his combat power is so strong that even this middle-aged man is not sure of victory.

But now, the Scarlet Flame Sword with a scarred face appeared in Chu Feng's hands.

The sword is with the person, but the sword is lost and the person is dead.

This has always been the survival rule of sword cultivators.

The middle-aged man can be sure that Scarface is dead.Otherwise, the sword that is regarded as life cannot fall into Chu Feng's hands.

Judging from Chu Feng's cold attitude, it is very likely that Chu Feng killed Scarface.

With absolute strength, he will be so calm and composed when facing himself and others.It can even be said to be indifferent.

"Where you picked it up, you can't control it. Nothing else, please let me go!"

Chu Feng still pressed the hilt of Chi Yan's sword with his hand, his eyes were cold.

Over there, Prince Jianyun and Zang Jianfeng were pestering Han Xiaoying.Chu Feng was already in a bad mood, and if the three of them didn't know what to do, he wouldn't mind taking a few more lives.

"Kill my Rakshasa sect disciple, I will never die! Even if I escape to the ends of the earth, I will not escape death!" The middle-aged man stepped aside and said a cruel sentence at the same time.

I don't know whether to warn Chu Feng.

Chu Feng scoffed at this insipid threat and didn't even bother to pay attention to it.

The middle-aged man has eyesight and brains, and knows that Chu Feng is not easy.Those two young Rakshamen masters didn't have such judgment ability.

"Senior Brother Luo doesn't care about you, but we are not so magnanimous!"

Klang Keng!

The two drew their swords at the same time, and they were about to kill Chu Feng immediately.

"stop!"

The middle-aged man and Han Xiaoying shouted coldly at the same time.The middle-aged man didn't want to lose two of his subordinates just like this. If something really happened, he would definitely not be able to sit idly by.

At that time, he himself may be involved.

Very likely to be killed.

After Han Xiaoying found out that it was Chu Feng, a happy smile burst out on her face.After so long, she was no longer angry.

Women, that's all.

Quick to get angry and quick to calm down.

When she saw the two Rakshasa disciples drawing their swords to kill Chu Feng, she was frightened out of her wits.Without even thinking about it, with one step, he flew directly to Chu Feng's side.Protect Chu Feng behind him.

"If you dare to touch him, then don't blame me for being rude!" Han Xiaoying's strength is not weak, and now she has a mid-term cultivation as a great swordsman.

She has practiced the Seven Kills Sword Art, and in terms of combat power, she is by no means weaker than Rakshamen.

"Little girl, who is he to you? Is he worthy of your protection?"

"Could it be your wild man? Ah——"

Two disciples of the Rakshasa sect provoked the god of death.

Han Xiaoying quickly drew her sword and slashed at one of them.A human head landed on the spot.

On the neck of this Rakshasa disciple, the blood was like a fountain, and it was still hot.

The companion next to him was showered all over his face.

However, the surviving guy didn't care about wiping, and fled behind the middle-aged man with a frightened face.

These people are vicious people who have seen blood and killed people.On weekdays, when others see them, their legs become weak and their bodies tremble.But this time, they met the Grim Reaper.

A stunning female god of death who is more ruthless than them.

After Han Xiaoying practiced the Seven Killing Swordsmanship, her demeanor became even colder, like a sharp sword for killing people, which made people afraid.

Only when facing Chu Feng and Lu'er, can she show tenderness.

"roll!"

After beheading one person, Han Xiaoying appeared extremely cold.

Incomparably domineering, he scolded the two Rakshamen masters to get out.

"let's go!"

The middle-aged man judged the situation and did not dare to be aggressive.Regardless of Han Xiaoying's frightening fighting power or Chu Feng's hidden secrets, they all gave him a feeling of extreme danger.

When it's time to bow your head, you must bow your head.

Otherwise, I don't even know how to die.

All the spectators around looked at Han Xiaoying who was still bleeding from the sword in fear.No one thought that this beautiful girl would be so violent and cruel.

"It's lucky for this trash. But this is just the beginning. When we enter the Sword Tomb, there will be plenty of opportunities to kill Chu Feng, a trash." A look of disappointment appeared in Prince Jianyun's eyes.

After stealing Chu Feng's sword veins, as long as Chu Feng survives for a day, he will not feel at ease.

(End of this chapter)