The Dragon from Hell

Ishihara Koko was in a state of extreme embarrassment. The image of a master she had created before was destroyed. In the end, she didn't even have the strength to stand up.

Just a minute ago, she was still shouting at Qin Feng, threatening that Qin Feng would not survive tonight, and she also said that she would massacre the Wumeng today.

As a result, she didn't even touch Qin Feng's hair, and was beaten to the ground and turned into a spinning top.

This ending was not only difficult for her to accept, but also for Miyamoto Hall who came with her. Seeing his junior sister rolling on the ground, he was stunned.

This is his junior sister, one of the most talented disciples in the Shenhui. How could she be ravaged like a dead dog?

Has she become so fragile?

Luo Tao, Qi Xuancheng and others were also unbelievable. Although they had heard about Qin Feng's deeds just now, they still felt shocked when they saw it with their own eyes.

This is too domineering!

"Are you also a master at the peak of the Xuan realm?"

At this time, Miyamoto Hall came up from the back.

Although he was short, his tight muscles filled the loose clothes, and he exuded a murderous aura.

His eyes were full of cruelty, which was indifferent to life and death. One could tell that he was trained among the dead.

Peak of the Xuan Realm?

How could this be possible!

Not to mention the Takahashi Kawaya disciples who came with them, even Ishihara Heizi widened her eyes in surprise.

This kid is actually at the peak of the Xuan Realm!

Ishihara Heizi looked at Qin Feng in disbelief, and couldn't believe her ears.

But out of trust in her senior brother, she didn't doubt it.

What's more, she was slapped by Qin Feng a few times just now and had no power to fight back. If she wasn't at the peak of the Xuan Realm, she wouldn't be so embarrassed.

A small realm is a gully with a thousand miles of difference.

She looked bitter and stared at Qin Feng hatefully.

I thought she would definitely kill him instantly, and I knew it was a kill, but the target of the kill became herself.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, his harsh words just now are more like a joke.

Qin Feng glanced at Gong Bentang lightly: "The peak of the mysterious realm? You think so, right?"

After coming out of the Nether Prison, he realized that in today's society, whether inside or outside the martial arts world, people are busy chasing fame and fortune, and the real martial arts have been exhausted too much.

This makes it more difficult for people in the world to pursue the path of martial arts.

At his age, being able to reach the mysterious realm is already a genius.

A tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind. He doesn't need to show his trump card to others, and there is no need to be too ostentatious and make himself a thorn in the eyes of others.

And he also needs to make progress and can't be complacent with his current realm.

It is said that after a hundred years, the martial arts of Dragon Country have withered.

Then he has to rely on himself to create a piece of sky on this road!

So he needs experience and opponents.

No matter who the opponent is, just do it, treat yourself as a sharp blade and the opponent as your whetstone.

"Haha, I underestimated you before. No wonder Murakami and Sakurai both fell here."

Miyamoto sneered, his murderous aura leaked out, and his words were full of contempt: "I thought that your Dragon Country's martial arts had been cut off for a long time except for some old guys who never came out. I didn't expect that there would be a peak of the Xuan realm at your age. It seems that we need to update our information on Dragon Country..."

Information on Dragon Country?

Qin Feng raised his eyebrows slightly, hearing something unusual.

He was very curious before, why Ling Yuhai mixed with the people of Yang Country, what was their purpose for entering Dragon Country this time, and what was their ulterior motive.

Now listening to what Miyamoto said, it turns out that they have been investigating Dragon Country... To be precise, have they been observing the development of Dragon Country's martial arts?

It seems that these Japanese pirates are really determined to steal from the land of Dragon Country.

"However," Miyamotodou smiled proudly, playing with the sword in his hand: "Looking at your age, you should have just been promoted to the peak of the Xuan realm not long ago? Unfortunately, there is a difference between the Xuan realm of one year and the Xuan realm of ten years. You and I are both at the peak of the Xuan realm, but I have been at the peak of the Xuan realm for five years in the tenth year!"

"You will only die if you face me."

"After all, there is a ten-year gap between us. Even if you are a genius, you can only stop here!"

Miyamotodou suddenly drew his sword: "Tonight, let me use your blood to nourish my sword!"

Qin Feng's eyes fell on Miyamotodou's sword, and his eyes condensed slightly.

The shape of this sword is very unique, with red and black colors intertwined, and the dividing line is not obvious. It looks like it is partially stained with blood.

And after it was unsheathed, the red color on the blade was brighter, as if it were alive, revealingA bloodthirsty aura.

When Ishihara Heizi saw the sword unsheathed, her face showed excitement: "Great, Senior Brother, Master actually gave you the Shisha Sword!"

The Shisha Sword is a sacred object worshipped in the Shenhui, and only the president can control it.

Because it is not only a precious sword that can cut iron like mud, but also has drunk blood in wars, and has long been stained with the blood and souls of countless people.

It is rumored that after the Shisha Sword is unsheathed, you can hear the dead souls crying and full of resentment, and even let its opponents be affected by the bloody aura on it.

It arouses the murderous intent deep in the user's heart and exerts the strength to the extreme!

Ishihara Heizi was extremely excited and looked at Qin Feng almost crazily: "You are finished, you are all finished!"

The Shisha Sword uses blood to nourish the sword. The more blood it drinks, the greater its power!

Although Qin Feng has two brushes, he is cruel, fierce, and fierce enough, and he has the strength to fight against Miyamoto Hall.

But now that Gong Bentang has the Shisha Knife in his hand, even ten Qin Fengs can only be abused.

The brothers who came with her were immediately excited. The fear they had originally felt because of Qin Feng's peak strength in the Xuan Realm disappeared without a trace, as if they had seen Qin Feng's head fall to the ground.

As an old man in the world, Jiang Suiliu saw at a glance that something was wrong with the knife, and whispered: "Mr. Qin, be careful, this knife is not quite right, you must be cautious."

"Boy, today I will let you know what it means to be better than others and better than others."

Gong Bentang held a long knife in his hand, and his murderous aura and fighting spirit rose rapidly. Even his pupils were slightly dilated, his whites were covered with bloodshot, and he roared in his throat, as if he was about to fall into madness at any time.

The veins on his head bulged, and his muscles directly tore through his clothes. The exposed skin was slightly red, and the blood was red. The aura emanating from his body was extremely fearful.

"The last time I drew this sword, I killed twenty people before I could clean it."

"Today, I will use your life to clean my sword!"