The Dragon from Hell

Qin Feng never made a move. He frowned slightly and ignored the enemies rushing towards him.

He just stared at Nie Pingzhang, and he could see from his face that Nie Pingzhang did not want to take the opportunity to leave.

Within his field of vision, if Nie Pingzhang wanted to run, he would kill him without hesitation.

But he didn't.

Nie Pingzhang retreated outside the crowd, anxiously waiting for something.

But Qin Feng had no time to think now. Hundreds of warriors had already approached, including three junior masters in the early stage of the Earth Realm, with a fierce momentum.

But they still underestimated the power of a Grandmaster at the peak of the Earth Realm, or they had no choice.

They were on a dead end, but for Qin Feng, this was a battle without suspense at all.

The ground began to vibrate from the bottom of Qin Feng's feet, and the center of the vibration began to spread to the surroundings with the force of thunder.

The dragon roared, and the translucent golden dragon soared into the sky, setting off a huge wave.

The air currents swept around like the waves of a tsunami, and anyone caught in this vortex would be doomed.

They came because of greed, and now they will pay a huge price for their ambitions.

"Sword sweeps the world."

Qin Feng's calm voice sounded, followed by his full sword intent.

A long sword, but in the blink of an eye, it set off a lot of waves.

The dragon roared, and rushed into the crowd as if it had received an order, and the wave of ambitious warriors was smashed into pieces.

Qin Feng hadn't even moved yet, but the breath of death spread throughout the Wolong Villa in the blink of an eye.

Nie Pingzhang's face cracked for a moment. He didn't expect Qin Feng to be so strong, or he thought about it, but he had no choice.

The young man in front of him had just appeared in the martial arts a few months ago, and his existence was not favored by people, including Nie Pingzhang.

If he had faced Qin Feng at that time, he was confident that he could kill him directly.

But now... watching the golden dragon fish leap into the air, he deeply felt the gap between himself and Qin Feng.

If he were to stop Qin Feng, it would be no different from committing suicide.

The chaos in front of him was not so much a battle as it was a unilateral massacre by Qin Feng.

Those who rushed to the back saw the people in front fall one by one, and it was too late to leave.

The wave of death was approaching, and no one could escape alone.

Qin Feng had a premonition that he had to kill Nie Pingzhang at this time.

No matter what he was waiting for, he had to die here today.

The top Tianjiao of Longguo martial arts held a long sword and walked towards Nie Pingzhang in the midst of the slaughter. The murderous intent on his body was Nie Pingzhang's death warrant.

Seeing Qin Feng walking towards him, Nie Pingzhang's soul was surging, and he subconsciously wanted to run away.

But before he turned around, Qin Feng's figure was already close.

Looking at each other, the fighting spirit rose.

"Damn it!"

Nie Pingzhang cursed, clenched his fists, and then stepped on the ground, leaving cracks on the spot.

The sea of ​​qi roared, the internal energy surged, and the explosive muscles exuded the beastly nature of a beast.

It was a pity that in front of Qin Feng, he could only be prey.

Qin Feng's figure was very light, moving suddenly, and the sword energy followed his heart.

Nie Pingzhang put his hands on his body and barely passed by Qin Feng's sword. Before he could react, another sword came.

Move, withdraw, and change fire, all in one go.

The smooth sword moves were not ornamental at all, because Qin Feng's sword moves were not gorgeous, but too cold, revealing two words from beginning to end - killing.

From the previous battle between Qin Feng and Guigu Liuli, Nie Pingzhang knew that Qin Feng's sword was very direct, and his sword had only one purpose, which was to kill people from the moment he made a move.

But when he faced Qin Feng's sword for the first time, he knew what oppression was.

The sword energy emanating from Qin Feng made his skin feel like needles before he actually took action.

Glancing sideways, he saw scars of varying sizes on his arms.

But now he had no choice. After resisting the first wave of sword energy, he had to block Qin Feng's sword.

He pulled his hands apart, and the special silk threads in his knuckles were pulled out, forming a dense net in front of him.

Although these threads looked only as thick as a hair, the material used to make them was very special, and even Qin Feng's Yuchang sword might not be able to cut them off.

Such threads could not only easily cut off a person's neck, but also cut the sharpest divine weapon into two pieces.

This was Nie Pingzhang's only chance, but not a chance to defeat Qin Feng, but a chance to resist this single sword.

Unfortunately, Qin Feng seemed to have anticipated his's idea, when the Yuchang Sword approached, he cut off his chance in advance.

What arrived before the Yuchang Sword was the overbearing sword energy, which came to the sky.

——Rip!

Nie Pingzhang could feel his clothes being torn apart the moment the sword approached, and even his hands in front of him could be seen bleeding.

But he couldn't retreat, and he couldn't retreat.

Qin Feng looked down from above, with a cold eye, and the sword energy gathered into a line, making this sword.

——Dang!

The sound of all the broken pieces sounded, and Qin Feng's sword had already fallen.

Under the attention of the crowd, Qin Feng and Nie Pingzhang stood in place.

Nie Pingzhang still maintained his previous movements and did not move, and the people of Tiexian Villa had already set their eyes on Qin Feng's sword.

——Tick, tick...

The scene was so quiet that it seemed like entering a quiet closed space. Everyone's breathing could be heard clearly, including the sound of water drops.

Thick blood flowed down Qin Feng's long sword, and the magic weapon that had been with Qin Feng since he really started walking on the road had no cracks at all.

In front of him, on Nie Pingzhang's face, a blood mark started from the top of his forehead and spread all the way down.

His skin, bones, blood, and facial features began to crack slowly.

A red line divided his face into two parts, and his eyes were still blinking, staring at his hands.

The hair-like lines broke in his hands, and the unstoppable sword energy had not yet dissipated, blowing away the lines in his hands like his life.

"This, can't, be..."

Before he finished speaking, the unfinished words stopped abruptly in his throat, and he no longer had the opportunity to continue speaking.

His skull began to crack, and scarlet blood gushed out.

Qin Feng had already pulled away, and his body was not stained with blood.

Nie Pingzhang knelt on the ground, and Qin Feng gradually disappeared from his eyes.

At the moment when his body fell to the ground, an angry voice sounded from a distance: "Qin Feng, you are so brave!"