"Hmph, it turns out that you have hidden your cultivation, but so what? Today, when you meet me, no matter how talented you are, you will never escape death!" Hai Ming saw the sword energy flying towards him, and he didn't care at all. Even if he was a warrior, so what if he was a warrior? In Cangyue City, he was called the top young genius. Although he is still a three-star warrior now, he has challenged him even more than a poor man, let alone a lowly person.

It's just a low-class person from a poor family. His martial arts skills are comparable to the best martial arts skills of my Hai family?

Hai Ming shouted in a low voice: "Sword Hai Huiyi!" The snow-white long sword stabbed in the void, leaving a sword shadow under each sword stab. Hai Ming stabbed out a total of eleven swords. The eleven sword shadows instantly condensed and turned into a light blue sword energy. As Hai Ming stabbed out with the last sword, the light blue sword energy flew forward and faced the forest white sword energy.

Jian Hai Guiyi, one of the three most powerful martial arts of the Hai family, is said to be able to pierce out 108 sword shadows, gather a sword, and pierce the world.

Of course this is just a legend. No one has seen those 108 swords. Even Hai Batian, the most powerful man in the Hai family, can only stab out twenty-eight swords.

However, in Hai Ming's eyes, he had already used all his strength to deal with Shi Feng.

Hai Ming seemed to have seen the forest white sword energy defeated by him, and then his sword energy continued to fly, piercing Shi Feng's body.

But the next moment, Hai Ming suddenly opened his eyes wide, his face full of disbelief. He felt that he was dreaming at this moment, but it was still a nightmare.

The Hai family martial arts that he had always been proud of were actually broken. The facts in front of him were exactly the opposite of what he imagined. The white sword energy in the Sen White sword energy destroyed the light blue sword energy, and then continued to fly towards him.

Hai Ming looked shocked, and his sword energy was approaching and he had not come back to his senses.

"Puff!" The sword energy pierced Hai Ming's chest, and he flew backwards from the horse.

"Ah, no!" Mr. Yue shouted in panic. Seeing that Hai Ming was in danger, he immediately exerted force under his feet, and jumped up and rushed towards Hai Ming who was flying backwards.

Although Hai Ming was knocked away, his horse was still running forward rapidly, and he saw that he was about to hit Shi Feng.

Shi Feng kicked the ground with his feet, jumped up, jumped over the horse's head and stepped on the horse's back, then kicked under his feet, and his body rushed into the air.

Shi Feng's sword pointed downward at Hai Ming below, and shouted coldly: "Since you are going to compete with me for sword energy, I will tell you to see what real sword energy is. Open your dog's eyes and see clearly. Netherworld Sword Rain!" The fingertips lit up again with white light, and then the white sword energy burst out one after another, sprinkling towards the sea Ming like a rainstorm.

"Thief, dare you!" At this time, the old man's angrily shouted, and the butler Yue who was flying towards him caught Haiming, then he hit the upper hand in his left hand: "The sea embraces all rivers!"

Light blue waves appeared above Butler Yue's head, and all the white sword energy fell into the waves and were swallowed.

"Peak Martial Artist!" Shi Feng said in a deep voice. When his body was falling, he suddenly saw a black shadow appearing below: "Five-star Martial Artist!"

As soon as Shi Feng finished speaking, a dull low shout rang out below: "It's the sea of ​​storms!" It was Hairen, the five-star martial artist who took action!

Shi Feng felt the strong power rushing up from below.

"A blow from the Netherworld!" Shi Feng clenched his right fist, controlled his falling body to hang upside down, and punched him down his head and feet.

"Boom!" A dull violent sound rang in the dark, "No!" Shi Feng exclaimed. As soon as the fist touched, he felt that the thick force rushing up layer by layer, layer by layer, layer by layer, layer by layer.

"Puff!" A mouthful of bright red blood gushed out of Shi Feng's mouth, and his body was like a kite with a broken string, and was knocked backwards.

"It's still hard to compete with the martial artist!" Shi Feng, who was knocked away, said helplessly in his heart. Only he, a madman, could analyze his combat power in this situation.

With a "bang", Shi Feng fell heavily to the ground, but he was not injured at this moment. He had calculated the landing position just now, and the ground had become as soft as a sponge through the Yinsha. He even felt a soft and comfortable feeling when he landed on the ground.

As soon as Shi Feng raised his upper body, he saw a middle-aged man with a calm face walking slowly towards him. The five-star martial artist who just attacked him.

"It's really a tiger falls into Pingyang and is bullied by a dog. He was actually beaten away by a martial artist. If this is spread, how can I see people in the Jiuyou Emperor?"

Shi Feng smiled bitterly in his heart, but in the eyes of others, he thought he was at a loss and then smiled bitterly.

"Your talent is indeed good. If you hadn't offended the Tianfeng Sect, my Hai family would have accepted you." Hairen said, with a look of regret on his face.

"Uncle Ren, don't kill him, I'm going to torture him to death!" The roar of Hai Ming, who was supported by Butler Yue, came from behind Hai Ren.

"Please take me?" Shi Feng seemed to hear the funnyest joke in the world, and couldn't help laughing out loud, "You are worthy of it?"

Hairen had no intention of talking to Shi Feng anymore. He came to Shi Feng, pulled out the long sword behind him, clasped his hands tightly, and cut down towards Shi Feng's legs.

Shi Feng still looked light and looked light and seemed to ignore the sword he cut down, and said two words softly: "Die."

Hairen's hands holding the sword suddenly paused, and the two words Shi Feng spit out were like a magical sound. The warrior instinct that had been wandering between life and death for many years told him that it was dangerous!

Hairen exerted force on his feet and his body quickly jumped backwards.

"Boom!" Hairen just avoided it, and just when he was standing, a ground thorn, the size of a human body, was hideous and sharp, like the shape of a beast's teeth, suddenly broke out from the ground.

"Boom!" Hairen, who was flying backwards forty-five degrees, had no time to be glad, and suddenly another thorn suddenly emerged from the ground behind him, entering from his back, and piercing through his chest.

Quiet, the whole scene is silent.

Everyone stared blankly at the body of Hairen, who was hanging on the cone-shaped thorn and still motionless, and a strong martial artist died inexplicably?

Immediately afterwards, everyone saw a flash of white light on Shi Feng's body.

Having just swallowed the power of death of a five-star martial artist, Shi Feng went directly to the first level and entered the seven-star martial artist.

Shi Feng stood up slowly, looked around and nodded with satisfaction, and said, "Well, right, if all these people die, they should be able to reach the Samurai Realm."

"This boy is strange. Everyone goes together and kills him with all his strength!" Butler Yue yelled. A five-star martial artist died inexplicably. At this time, no one dared to underestimate the young man who looked like he had only the cultivation level of a martial artist in his eyes.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

A series of sounds of killing came from all directions. More than 20 warriors poured Yuanli into the sword blades, swords, spears, and halberds in their hands. Colorful lights with different attributes lit up in the dark night.
Chapter completed!