Beauty's personal servant

"Beast, let go of the eldest martial sister!" The other disciples were filled with righteous indignation and shouted anxiously.

In the black fat man's obscene laughter, Bai muxue's collar was gently lifted, vaguely revealing the snow-white delicate skin and the shoulder strap of the pink belly pocket.

Bai muxue was still silent. She closed her eyes, her beautiful eyelashes trembled, and a stream of humiliating tears fell from her face

"Move your dog's paw again?" Just when Bai muxue was in despair, a numbing cold drink suddenly sounded in the hall.

"Who's talking!" The black fat man's big hand loosened Bai muxue's skirt like an electric shock, and the whole man "brushed" and jumped up. The cold drink just made his heart cold.

At the same time, a gentle sound of footsteps sounded outside the hall. Everyone in Heifeng stronghold turned his head and looked outside the hall.

A figure, a tall figure, slowly walked into the hall, with cold eyes and infinite anger in his eyes.

Liu Yiyi, who fell to the ground and was very weak, was surprised to cover her small mouth. The originally empty and desperate beautiful eyes glowed with infinite comfort. Two lines of hot tears flowed down involuntarily, dripping one by one on the ground.

"Isn't this Chen Feng?" Su Xinlan said in surprise, "he's still alive!"

Bai muxue also opened his already dead eyes, looked at Chen Feng, bit his lips and didn't speak.

"Chen Feng, you go quickly, don't come and die!" Xie Ji naturally remembered the man who had only stayed in biluofeng for a few days and disappeared, and immediately shouted.

"Boy, who are you?" Elder Han's body was horizontal, full of threats and scolded: "leave quickly, or there will be no amnesty for killing!"

In the face of a boy of unknown origin, he doesn't know each other's background, so he doesn't want to do much!

Chen Feng's steps are firm and steady step by step: "kill your people!"

His words burst into laughter.

Everyone in Heifeng stronghold looked at the man in front of him with contempt in his eyes.

They can clearly feel that this man only has three layers of Qi practice.

The garbage on the third floor of gas refining can be easily abused by everyone present.

Since the other party is looking for trouble, elder Han is naturally no longer polite. He winked at the people around him, and suddenly two disciples blocked Chen Feng's way.

These two people are the strength of practicing Qi nine layers. In their eyes, it's easy to crush a mole ant with only three layers of practicing Qi.

"Boy, it's strange that you don't know your appearance. When it's bad, you have to appear at this time..." the two disciples said angrily, but the next moment, their voice suddenly stopped, their eyes suddenly widened, and their pupils quickly became loose in their bloodshot eyes.

"What's the matter with you two? Don't kill that boy quickly!" There was also a disciple of Heifeng stronghold who didn't know why. He laughed loudly and said, "why don't you move? You're scared by a boy practicing Qi for three layers?"

However, their laughter disappeared immediately. The two disciples knelt down in front of Chen Feng, and then fell straight at Chen Feng's feet. A stream of blood slowly rippled out under their bodies, forming a shallow pool of blood.

"Boy, how dare you kill?" The disciples of Heifeng stronghold suddenly shouted. Without elder Han's command, more than a dozen disciples waved flying swords and rushed at Chen Feng. Among them, the lowest strength is the ninth floor of Qi training. The most powerful person is a high-level master of Ningyuan!

Liu Yiyi's eyebrows and eyes are colorful. The man who worries her will bring miracles every time she appears. What miracle will happen this time?

Unknowingly, her palm had been soaked, and it was nervous sweat.

Chen Feng smiled, so sarcastic and frightening.

The sword finger of his right hand was slightly extended, and the fierce sword Qi evolved from Zhenyuan roared towards more than ten disciples of Heifeng stronghold.

Facing these people, Chen Feng didn't even bother to summon the flying sword.

The sword Qi is vertical and horizontal, like one swift and violent poisonous snake. Each one aims at the key point of the other party.

Blood splashed and howled everywhere.

In an instant, there were several more bodies in the hall.

Their eyes were not closed yet, and their eyes were full of contempt and contempt. They still seemed not to be aware of their death.

"Who else?" Chen Feng walked across the corpse on the ground, just like crossing several hard stones across the ground.

The remaining disciples of Heifeng stronghold cowered one by one.

I can't imagine that the boy who practices Qi on the third floor is so powerful. Nearly half of his people have died before he saw how he did it.

No matter who is afraid of the unknown, Chen Feng at this time is the unknown.

"Boy, rampant!" Elder Han stepped forward, and the real yuan of his whole body erupted unexpectedly. A flying sword of inferior treasure level hovered in front of him, like a poisonous snake that eats people.

Elder Han was angry. He came here at the request of sect alchemist elder Shen. The sect didn't know about it. But the boy killed so many disciples in front of him. How can he explain when he returns to the sect?

Only by killing this man, and then taking all the women of biluofeng back to Heifeng stronghold and becoming slaves of the top level, can they not be investigated!

Unconsciously, elder Han has made up his mind.

Without any nonsense, elder Han suddenly pinched a sword formula in his hand. Under the sword formula, the flying sword roared out and turned into a misty black wind.

This is the sword technique of the town sect of Heifeng stronghold. It is called "the secret of black wind sword". Under the black wind, there are no bones left. It is extremely vicious.

"Han Cheng, it's shameless of you to bully the small with the big!" Xie Ji scolded loudly, her tone full of worry. In her eyes, no matter how powerful Chen Feng is, he is also a younger generation. He will definitely lose in the attack of an older generation of experts like Han Cheng.

Elder Han didn't speak, but smiled grimly to increase the output of Zhenyuan. Suddenly, the black wind was more violent, and there was a faint smell of fishy smell.

"Chen Feng, hide!" Xie Ji understood the power of the black wind and loudly reminded Chen Feng.

However, Chen Feng seemed unheard of and stood still, as if stunned.

"Does this boy want to die?" Xie Ji thought sadly that under the black wind sword formula of Hancheng, Chen Feng would soon be stirred into a pile of broken meat.

Only Liu Yiyi still looked at Chen Feng with trust. This man will work miracles again!

The black wind wrapped Chen Feng completely inside, and a sour scratch rang through the hall.

"It's over..." Xie Ji closed her eyes and was completely desperate.