The Dragon from Hell

Hearing him compare Qin Feng to a "toy", Donggong Ya and the others couldn't help themselves.

Several people rushed forward and glared at An Zisheng.

"An Zisheng, I don't care what your identity was before, but since you left Wuxiang Sect, you are no longer a member of our Wuxiang Sect. Not only did you hurt people, but now you are also provoking them. What do you want to do?" Donggong Ya's eyes were wide open. If it weren't for the sect's rules, she would have wanted to take action now.

An Zisheng looked "wronged": "So it was Princess Dongfang. You are of noble status, so you should be sharp-eyed and sharp-eared. Can you see who is doing the action now?"

"I didn't do anything from beginning to end. How could I hurt anyone?"

"Although I am not a member of Wuxiang Sect, I would never provoke anyone. I was just asking politely."

"Princess Donggong, are you Wuxiang Sect members planning to confuse right and wrong and hurt a tourist passing by?"

It is said that there was no provocation, and An Zisheng's face did not have any provocative expression.

But these words from his mouth are so irritating, but the other party is so smiling that people can't find any fault.

Although he used the soul-stealing technique on Xuanyue, he did not do anything.

The soul-stealing technique is the most difficult to catch, and people have no evidence to accuse him.

"You!" Donggong Ya's eyes widened, her chest heaving with anger, but she could not say anything to accuse him, and could only stare blankly.

At this time, Qin Feng's sword was still on An Zisheng's shoulder. He knew that the latter did not use his full strength, and even the fact that he could cut off his black hair was intentional.

But An Zisheng was wrong.

An Zisheng did this to avoid leaving any room for criticism, to take the truth into his own hands, and to make Qin Feng and others speechless.

But he didn't know that Qin Feng was never a reasonable person.

He didn't even want to say a word of nonsense, the black sword hummed, and directly crossed An Zisheng's throat.

An Zisheng, who was still smiling, suddenly felt a murderous aura coming towards him, and the breath of death burst out from the black sword.

This breath made An Zisheng's scalp explode in an instant, and the hair on his body stood up. Even a calm man like him changed his face at this moment.

His breath immediately surged, and he retreated rapidly, trying to avoid this sword.

But Qin Feng seemed to have expected that he would retreat, and actually chased him directly, with a posture of fighting to the death!

An Zisheng's eyes, which had been slightly narrowed because of his smile, suddenly opened, and he used the fan bone in his hand to resist the black sword.

But Qin Feng did not use his full strength at the beginning. The black sword against the fan bone, just from the size of the weapon, was a world of difference.

At this moment, Qin Feng was full of murderous aura, and the sin sword in his hand was constantly making a sad cry, as if he was determined to sacrifice the sword with An Zisheng's blood.

An Zisheng's expression finally changed. He frowned and stared at Qin Feng in front of him, as if he wanted to see what the other party was thinking.

This is the foot of Wuxiang Sect. Although the two sides had a conflict, it was just a small friction.

Is he really going to kill people here regardless of the sect rules?

An Zisheng was forced to dodge all the time, not because he couldn't beat him, but because he had other important things to deal with when he came back this time. Before meeting that person, he couldn't reveal his true strength.

Qin Feng in front of him had not yet revealed his cultivation, and had not even used his spiritual power. He was only chasing An Zisheng with his swordsmanship, as if he had expected that An Zisheng would not take action.

People on the street, including Sang Cancan, were stunned when they saw this scene.

They never thought that what was originally just a verbal dispute would now turn into a battle between two people.

What Sang Cancan didn't expect was that Qin Feng knew An Zisheng's identity, but he dared to kill him at the foot of Wuxiang Mountain!

Did he really think that An Zisheng had no power in Wuxiang Sect after leaving Wuxiang Sect?

Even a tiger would not eat its own cubs, not to mention that An Jingfu was ashamed of his wife and children at the beginning, and had been trying his best to make up for it.

As long as the head of the sect was still there, An Zisheng would always have the possibility of returning to the position of young master.

How dare he, a mortal, come from the mortal world!

But the fact proved that he dared.

Not only did he dare to attack, but each move was more dangerous than the last, and his murderous intent was evident in every move.

Sang Cancan was so angry that she stamped her feet and immediately drew her sword to help.

Qin Feng felt her coming from behind, and suddenly dodged when the black sword was about to hit An Zisheng's chest.

When he dodged, Sang Cancan behind him didn't react, and the Frost Sword in his hand almost pierced An Zisheng's chest directly.

An Zisheng frowned, dodged immediately, and slapped the Frost Sword with one palm.

The material of the Frost Sword is special. If you don't use spiritual power to protect your body, it will beEven people in the Nascent Soul stage would be hurt by it.

Out of helplessness, An Zisheng gathered some spiritual power in this palm, and when he shook off the Frost Sword, he also shook off Sang Cancan.

The latter did not expect An Zisheng to attack her. This move came unexpectedly, making her stumble and fly out.

An Zisheng also realized that he had used too much force. He wanted to reach out to stop it, but Qin Feng's next sword came again.

He dodged, but had no time to take care of Sang Cancan, and watched the latter fly out.

How could Sang Cancan's cultivation be better than An Zisheng? She had not been prepared for An Zisheng before, and this palm directly made her fall to the ground, and the whole person fell on the ground face-first, and she was immediately embarrassed.

At this time, Qin Feng, who was originally full of murderous intent, suddenly put away the sword in his hand and looked at Sang Cancan indifferently: "Well, I accept your apology on her behalf."

Everyone saw that the direction Sang Cancan flew was exactly Gongsun Miao who was holding Xuan Yue.

At this moment, Sang Cancan's "prostration" action looked like a great gift to Gongsun Miao and Xuan Yue.

Donggong Ya, who was originally angry with An Zisheng and Sang Cancan, laughed out loud: "Okay, Sang Cancan, I didn't expect you to understand etiquette so well and know that you have to bow and admit your mistakes when you make mistakes. It seems that I really "wronged" you before."

She doesn't like to mock others unless the person really deserves a beating.

After Sang Cancan realized what happened, she was so angry that she almost fainted.

Fortunately, the disciples of Fengling Mountain reacted quickly and quickly pulled her up from the ground.

But now she was covered in dirt, even her hairpins were messed up, her hair was scattered, and she looked as miserable as she could be.

There were many people on the street, and almost everyone in the town knew her. She immediately lost face to stay here.

She was filled with grief and anger, and glared at Qin Feng with tears in her eyes: "You wait!"

Qin Feng was used to Sang Cancan's hysteria, and he didn't even bother to look at her. Instead, he glanced at An Zisheng in front of him: "Well, I'll wait."