Cold Pride CEO and Her Personal Soldier

It will be the top of the mountain.

The peak of the highest peak can be said to be the highest point within a ten mile radius of the resort. Standing here and looking around, it seems that everything in the world has a panoramic view and is extremely clear.

Qin Feng climbed to the top of the mountain and looked at the surrounding environment. He found that there were cliffs on the left and right. It was dangerous and steep. Fighting here was undoubtedly more dangerous than at the foot of the mountain.

This let Qin Feng know that Shura came to him today with a will to kill heart

Footsteps came from ahead.

Qin Feng looked up and saw a young man who had just climbed to the top from the foot of the mountain, familiar and strange.

That feminine British face, compared with three years ago, is obviously less childish and impetuous, more stable and mature. The only constant is probably the smell of violent killing, which has never changed.

They looked at each other from a distance, tens of meters apart, but there was no sound. The air on the top of the mountain seemed to have quietly reduced the temperature for several times.

After a long time, Qin Feng smiled and said quietly, "you have changed. What you used to hate most is being late. As a result, today, you have become a late person."

"People change, don't you? You were a few years ago, but the one who likes to be late most is that those people in the Canglong regiment are timid and dare not say anything about you. " Shura obviously had a deep prejudice against Qin Feng and sneered: "what? Why did you come so on time today? Hurry to die? "

"It's hard to say whether to die or clean up the door." Qin Feng shook his head and said, "I'm just a teacher. I have an obligation to set a good example for you. If I didn't neglect the guidance of your mind, maybe there wouldn't be such a time."

"Boot? I can't get you to guide me! "

Shura sneered: "don't you really think I've convinced you? What I despise most in my life is the Chinese people. If you don't have some skills, do you think I will talk to you? If it were not for survival, I would never recognize a Chinese as a teacher in my life! "

Hearing these words, Qin Feng frowned, and his killing intention was majestic in an instant.

He seldom showed such a murderous intention.

Obviously, Shura's racial discrimination has angered him.

But in the twinkling of an eye, Qin Feng restrained his killing intention again, and a sneering arc appeared at the corners of his mouth: "it seems that I've been out of sight from the beginning, but just right, so I don't have to be merciful to you."

"You won't have another chance to show mercy." Shura's face was bloodthirsty and said with a Yin measurement smile: "you didn't kill me three years ago, you were destined to die in my hands today. Now I am not the Shura three years ago!"

"Really?"

Qin Feng smiled noncommittally, immediately waved to Shura and said, "then do it. No matter what level of strength you have now, after all, you have been a teacher and apprentice. I'll let you do three moves."

"Die!"

Shura, who felt humiliated, was furious on the spot, drank fiercely, and came directly to Qin Feng.

Motionless as a mountain, motionless as thunder!

However, in an instant, Shura crossed a distance of tens of meters. Fierce as a poisonous snake, he came to Qin Feng and hit with a big fist, which was as fierce and violent as a tiger. His strong strength was actually the sound of hunting in the air.

This punch is enough to kill many Wulin experts on the spot. I'm afraid the so-called Wulin wizards can hardly have the style of wizards with such a simple and non fancy killing blow.

It's a fist that combines strength and speed. It's imposing.

But in front of Qin Feng, the speed of the fist didn't seem to be so fast. Everything seemed to be equipped with a slow lens in his eyes, but he turned a little sideways and avoided the fist.

When he missed, Shura was neither surprised nor angry. After all, he knew that the man in front of him was God. It was obviously unrealistic for the legendary man who galloped on the battlefield to beat him with this punch.

Therefore, Shura soon launched a second attack.

A spiral kick.

Hiss!

Qin Feng glided back as light as a swallow for several steps. He skillfully avoided that foot again. He was still unharmed and extremely freehand.

"Strange!"

Shura frowned and was secretly frightened.

Because he had a very strange feeling.

Compared with three years ago, the God in front of me seems to have no change. He is still so calm and vigorous, but he seems to be different, because the God three years ago was just fierce and overbearing, and there is no such ethereal feeling at all.

Two attacks in a row, Shura is not clumsy, but let him attack how fierce, like a fist on a sponge, there is no lethality, or even meaningless!

Why is that?

Shura doesn't understand.

Because in his expectation, even if God has made great progress in three years, he should be more aggressive and domineering than before, rather than suddenly changing a person like this!

"Play tricks and die!"

Shura didn't believe in evil. He snorted coldly and rushed to Qin Feng again.

Only this time, he had several more throwing knives in his hand.

Shua Shua!

Before he rushed to Qin Feng, several throwing knives in Shura's hand had taken the lead in charging and locked all the ways of Qin Feng. He followed him and launched a series of Boxing at the same time.

The third move, the last move, no retreat!

Qin Feng seems to be in danger, but he still doesn't mean to panic.

Without changing his face, he looked at the flying knives coming face-to-face. His toes were light. Several small stones on the ground rose one after another, just like bullets. He was cunning, fast and accurate against those flying knives.

Ding Ding!

After a series of crisp metal and iron collisions, stones and throwing knives deviated from their original trajectory and finally fell to the ground.

And the Shura also came to Qin Feng.

Qin Feng didn't hide.

Bang bang!

Three fists in a row, ruthlessly and ruthlessly fell on Qin Feng's chest. The violent and merciless impact directly shocked Qin Feng and killed him in the air.

When he landed, Qin Feng stumbled and nearly fell. Finally, under his forced suppression, he stabilized his body, gave a stuffy hum, and couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of red blood.

After the three moves, Qin Feng was injured.

Seeing this, Shura couldn't help laughing: "God, is this your arrogance and self-confidence? You think I can't hurt you if you let me do three tricks? I have warned you that today's Shura is no longer the Shura three years ago!

You are wounded. How can you defeat me in today's war? You have no chance! "

Looking at Shura's rampant laughter, Qin Feng pulled the corners of his mouth, but he smiled strangely. Even if he was injured, he still didn't have any tension and panic, as if he had deliberately tolerated all this.

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