The Dragon from Hell

Qin Feng's words made An Lao a little confused.

Since he has seen what realm he is in, how dare he still speak so arrogantly?

The gap between realms is not as simple as a move or a half.

Although the late Xuan realm to the peak is only a small realm, many people die at this step.

The Yellow Realm is considered the entry point of the real martial arts.

The gap between small realms within the Yellow Realm may not be that big, and there are cases of crossing the border to kill people.

But after reaching the Xuan Realm, it is a step by step.

Not to mention upgrading a small realm, even if you are 60 points in the early stage today, you have to pay a lot of effort and cost to become 61 points tomorrow.

There are also some incompetent idiots in the Xuan Realm, but An Lao in front of him is obviously not.

He had reached the peak of the Xuan Realm ten years ago, and Qin Feng is just a young man who has just reached the late Xuan Realm. Where does his confidence come from?

"Alas, being young and full of vigor is a good thing, but unfortunately, if your own strength is insufficient, your vigor will only bring you disaster..."

Old An shook his head and was not angered by Qin Feng.

After all, in his opinion, Qin Feng was doomed to die.

"I will fulfill my promise and give you a quick death."

Old An shook the soft sword, and his body instantly shot out from the spot.

"Xiaofeng, be careful!"

Zeng Hanjiang and Old Bo reminded at the same time, and while they were talking, Old An had already arrived in front of Qin Feng.

Although the soft sword was soft, it became unusually straight in Old An's hand.

Qin Feng's eyes condensed, a sharp cold light flashed, and his body suddenly shook.

He paused, turned sideways, and pinched the soft sword with two fingers.

Old An did not draw the sword immediately, but twisted the soft sword directly, flipped his body, turned the end of the sword into the tip of the sword, and went straight to Qin Feng's throat.

At this time, Qin Feng made a move, clenched his fist, and hit the hilt of the sword.

Originally, Old An didn't care about his attack. Even though Qin Feng was in his prime, he was no match for him in terms of strength.

But what he didn't expect was that Qin Feng's attack was like thunder and lightning, and his palm was numb even through the hilt.

Then, what was incredible was that the soft sword in his hand suddenly trembled violently. The amplitude of the tremor was small, but the frequency was very high, and even made a harsh buzzing sound!

Then, the soft sword started to break directly from the tip of the sword!

Seeing that the breaking force was about to reach the hilt, Old An chose to abandon the sword and get away.

At the same time, his face was horrified: "You, you are not-uh!"

Old An finally realized something, and just as he was about to speak, he suddenly felt a pain in his throat.

He wanted to look down, but his neck couldn't move at all.

A pair of eyes stared at Qin Feng, who had already withdrawn his hand, with a piece of soft sword between his fingers.

Qin Feng looked at him expressionlessly, standing with his hands behind his back: "Three moves, I'll take your life."

It was not until he finished speaking that Old An saw a stream of blood gushing out from his neck, and his aura dissipated in an instant.

"Plop!"

He fell to his knees, and before he died, his eyes showed shock and regret...

It all happened too fast. It was said to be three moves, but in fact, it only took a few seconds for others.

After blinking a few times, Old An's body had already fallen to the ground.

Except for warriors like Bo Lao and Qi Shaotong, the rest of the people didn't see what happened clearly.

It seemed like a scene in a martial arts novel. Qin Feng raised his hand and then retracted it, and the body fell in front of him.

Qi Shao, who could understand, widened his eyes and looked at Qin Feng in horror: "How is this possible!"

"How can he, a late Xuan realm master, defeat An Lao, who is at the peak of Xuan realm, who has been at the peak for ten years!"

"Did he cheat? No, it shouldn't be. The gap between them is such that even if he cheated, An Lao would not be killed instantly..."

"What happened? How could he have such a terrifying strength!"

With a sigh, Ling Yuhai stood up and stared at the corpse on the ground in disbelief.

"How is this possible!"

He was instantly furious, and his veins bulged.

An Lao was a personal bodyguard specially found by his father for him. Even in the circle of Kyoto, he was one of the best masters.

Maybe he couldn't be compared with some of the hermits who were mixed in the world, but he could definitely stop ordinary cats and dogs.

And in his opinion, Qin Feng was such a cat and dog.

But things didn't turn out as he thought, the person who fell was actually Elder An...

His anger was not for the dead old man, but because Qin Feng killed Elder An, which was a slap in his face!

"Asshole!"

Luo Xiaoxiao was the first to stand up, pointing at Qin Feng and cursing: "You dare to touch Ling Shao's people, are you tired of living?!”

“You’d better cut off your hands now and kneel down to beg Master Ling for your fate.”

“Otherwise, I will make your whole family die ugly!”

As she said this, she stepped on Zeng Keyi’s head with her high heels: “Did you hear me? I told you to kneel down!”

Lu Feng was also anxious: “You killed Master Ling’s people, you are dead! Your whole family will be buried with you!”

Chu Yan was the calmest. She glanced at the corpse on the ground calmly, knowing that they could not get what they wanted today.

She walked forward and pressed Ling Yuhai’s angry shoulder with one hand.

“Calm down, don’t forget our identities. "

Ling Yuhai's eyes were as cold as a pond, and he wished he could trample Qin Feng under his feet right now.

But he didn't bring many people today, and his focus was on Zeng Hanjiang's men. He never thought that Qin Feng would suddenly show up.

And even if he did, he never thought that An Lao would be defeated.

Hong Mingkang and Qi Shaotong's men were already scattered, and Zeng Hanjiang's men had already made some moves just now.

They can't stay today.

Even if Ling Yuhai was angry, he still waved his hand in the end: "You are lucky today, take the people away. "

He didn't even think about the consequences of failure. He asked someone to send Zeng Keyi to Qin Feng, lit a cigarette and planned to leave.

Chu Yan looked back at Qin Feng deeply.

Ling Yuhai is a man who will reach the top in the future. He is a sharp sword.

But if this road is too smooth, it will be boring.

If Qin Feng's identity and status are higher, he may become a whetstone for Ling Yuhai and make him sharper.

But unfortunately, this whetstone is not qualified.

Because his background is too humble, if he wins today, he will become a cold corpse tomorrow.

So she didn't take him to heart and planned to leave with Ling Yuhai.

At this time, Zeng Keyi had already thrown herself into Qin Feng's arms. Her injuries made her look pale: "Why did you come just now..."

Qin Feng patted her head: "Don't worry, it's okay. "

Just as Ling Yuhai and others passed by him, he said quietly: "I said, you can't leave."