Taking off the iron knife from his back, Qin Feng slowly pulled the knife out of the scabbard. The moonlight shone like water on the dark surface of the knife. A trace of light wandered on the surface of the knife, and it made a light sound.

"You are waiting for me alone, so of course you are extremely confident. Why do you still say these words to disturb my mind? It seems that your confidence is not enough!" Qin Feng raised his head and looked at the other person, with a contemptuous smile on his lips.

"No, it's not that you don't have confidence. Have you ever seen a cat catch a mouse? How could a cat kill him in one go? Of course, you have to tease him well first so that you can have enough pleasure!" Bian Zheng laughed: "Qin Feng, you can't imagine how deep we know you. Five hundred years ago, the first sect of the Tang Dynasty, the Nantianmen, evaluated the warriors in the world and defined the level for warriors. From then on, warriors have a standard to distinguish the level of realm, and we have an accurate evaluation of you. The reason why I appeared here is because I can defeat you steadily."

"Is that true?" Qin Feng sneered.

"As for you, you only have the strength of a level five warrior. However, if you cooperate with your soldiers in the army, you can indeed perform at an extraordinary level, and even play the strength of level six or even level seven. However, fighting alone, you will really not be able to get on the table." Bian Zheng smiled and said, "And I, Bian Zheng, have the strength of level seven. Do you think, can you defeat you steadily? Otherwise, why is it not someone else waiting for you here, but me?"

"If the so-called level division is really 100% accurate, then what else can the warriors in the world play? Each of them takes a card distributed by the Nantianmen, and when they meet each other, the higher ones win, and the lower ones lose, wouldn't the world be peaceful?" Gao Yuan laughed loudly, "Do you dare to ask if the eight children of your Bian family who died in my hands are taller than me?"

Bian Zheng's face flashed slightly, "I'm about to die, but I'm still sharp-tongued. Today I'll let you see how the level seven warrior crushes you?"

The air suddenly seemed to become sticky, and the sound of wind that was whistling slightly in my ears disappeared suddenly. Qin Feng looked up at the sky. The silver moon hanging high in the sky seemed to become a little unreal. Like the mountains further away, it actually rippled slightly like a painting reflected on the water.

Gao Yuan's heart was slightly stern. No wonder the enemy in front of him was so proud. He did have the capital of pride. Qin Feng, who was in the military camp, rarely fought alone, and more often commanded the army to fight the enemy. During the battle, he even encountered a general of the Western Qin who was more powerful than Bian Zheng, but it was a group fight. The pressure he felt was far less than that of today. In the military battle, thousands of soldiers combined together, and the combat power formed by the military formation was not inferior to the ability of a high-level warrior. Just like a few days ago, he used the combined force of one hundred soldiers to block Zuo Lixing's roar with anger.

But today, he has to face it alone.

The people of Western Qin evaluated him quite accurately. The strength that Qin Feng has always shown is only intervening between level 5 and level 6. However, because of the domineering internal strength, he can always show superb combat power. It seems that the Hunyuan Spiritual Art he practiced is for the battlefield. On the battlefield, when the aura of the Hunyuan Spiritual Art is emitted, the fierce aura contained in it can stimulate and infect the soldiers around him, and drive their abilities to rise more than one level.

However, what the Western Qin people miscalculated was that Qin Feng's strength was far more than that. Due to the appearance of Shu Changshu's madman, the medicine he refined expanded Qin Feng's meridians and dantian, greatly increasing the breath contained in it. Qin Feng, whose internal strength was getting stronger, did not dare to exert all his strength in the battle, because once he exerted his strength, he was worried that he could not control the backlash of his skills at all, and Qin Feng did not want to try that kind of *********.

When Qin Feng thought of the backlash of his skills, he burned like a fireman on the battlefield and became a human-shaped torch that illuminated the battlefield, and could not help but shudder.

As the captain of the Death Camp, Qin Feng was basically facing warriors between level 5 and level 7. The opponents of this level were not enough to allow him to exert all his strength. On the contrary, he combined the strength of his soldiers and only needed to take half of his strength to control the form steadily. If a higher-level warrior appeared, his side would naturally have higher-level generals taking action, just like Lin Yifu.

Gao Yuan's performance on the battlefield gave the Western Qin people a wrong evaluation. In the past two years, there have been few wars, which have also made the Western Qin people lose the opportunity to further determine Qin Feng's strength. According to common sense, two years is not enough to make a warrior undergo a complete transformation.

The skin felt a slight tingling feeling, which was the opponent's attack. When stimulated, Gao Yuan's inner breath immediately reacted. The iron knife in his hand turned black and inconspicuous. A pool of autumn water wandered back and forth on the iron knife, and the sound of the iron knife became louder and louder.

Qin Feng raised his head and looked at Bian Zheng who was ten steps away, just like the Yinyue Mountains he saw. Bian Zheng opposite seemed very blurry and did not appear real. The tingling sensation on his skin became stronger and stronger. Qin Feng raised his legs and took a step forward.

With just one step, he simply walked out, everything in front of him returned to the normal scene. He held up the iron knife and Qin Feng looked at Bian Zheng sarcastically: "Is this the skill? Then you really want to be the ninth one?"

Bian Zheng looked at Qin Feng who was standing opposite him in shock. He just used the secret skills of the clan, causing the opponent to lose the accurate judgment of the opponent's position in an instant, and cut off his echo with the energy of heaven and earth. With his level seven strength, the opponent who is only at level five should be unable to deal with it. At most, he could only hold on to the incompleteness, keep his mind steady, and passively welcome the fatal blow that came to him. However, Qin Feng easily walked out of his attack range, and the opportunity to go out was the deadliest moment, just the moment when he was about to take action.

My mind was shocked, and the accumulated full force was affected, and the iron knife on the opposite side was already slashing head-on.

There is no fancy slash on the head. Just like Qin Feng faces any enemy on the battlefield, no matter whether you are a general or a soldier, it is this slash.

Bian Zheng screamed, raised his right hand suddenly, and with a sound of noise, a cold light flashed in his sleeve, and a sword appeared in his hand, holding the knife.

His body suddenly floated backwards, and the power coming from the knife was beyond Bian Zheng's expectations. Even though his block was a hasty move and his strength was less than 70% or 80%, the opponent's strength was obviously shocked by Bian Zheng. He was completely unable to stabilize his body and block the attack.

Power is second to the point. The most important thing is that the scorching breath from the threads from the opponent's sword is like thin lines, invading everything in his body. Wherever he passes, burning everything, and burning his internal energy to nothing.

What kind of martial arts is this? Bian Zheng was shocked. Qin Feng in front of him roared and bounced his body to chase him, slashing his iron knife, chasing him several times.

The loud noises of Dangdang were heard endlessly. Bian Zheng kept retreating, his back hit the tree, and the trees broke from it. After connecting dozens of strikes, the long sword on his right hand could no longer bear the huge force. The spider pattern on the sword body quickly expanded. With a bang, under Bian Zheng's horrified eyes, it turned into pieces flying all over the sky.

"Die!" Qin Feng flew to the sky suddenly, and the big knife in his hand slashed head-on again. In Bian Zheng's eyes, at this moment, Qin Feng in the air was like a fire man, with golden flames rushing out of his body, as if he was covered with a layer of dazzling golden armor. Before the sword arrived, the ground was already filled with dust, and countless gravels, leaves, and grass stems were all excited to fly up.

For a moment of life and death, Bian Zheng roared, closed his hands, curled up inward, and when he unfolded again, a squid visible to the naked eye appeared around him.

There is no way to avoid it, and he can only take it head-on. At this moment, Bian Zheng's intestines are regretful. His opponent's strength is far superior to the military. He also has the evaluation given by his family. He is not a level five warrior who can be crushed casually. His skills are far higher than his usual performance.

With a crisp sound, Qin Feng bounced up like a ball, his body passed the tall trees, and then rushed up for a distance before falling. As soon as he landed, Qin Feng staggered slightly, and his breath inside his body churned like boiling water, which was extremely bad!

Qin Feng shouted in his heart. Just after the attack, he had almost exhausted his strength. His opponent's strength was really strong, and he didn't dare to entangle with his opponent for a long time. Over time, the domineering inner breath in his body might rebel. At that time, he was really fish on the felt board.

He could only fight quickly, but even so, the feeling of burning inside his body at this moment made him feel extremely uncomfortable. He quickly reached into his arms, took out a small bottle, took out a pill and threw it into his mouth.

A coolness spread throughout his body quickly, and the feeling of burning in his body gradually faded away. Qin Feng breathed a sigh of relief, slowly stood up straight, and looked at his opponent.

Bian Zheng was still standing there, and he looked at Qin Feng with an incredible look in his eyes.
Chapter completed!