Feifeng is the weakest among the five-man team, but his body skills are ranked among the top three.

It was not the first time he had a cultivator who had killed half-step Nascent Soul, so he was still full of confidence.

The sword light carries the surging momentum of the river, and the strangeness of the nine-curved Yellow River, sometimes left and right, sometimes front and sometimes back, for a while, it seems that the sky is full of sword lights, all figures, and I can't see through the real body because it's too fast.

Wuqing stood still and didn't move, turned around, looked ahead, and didn't even draw his sword.

It seemed that all the swordsmanship of Feifeng was just a child playing house in front of him.

Finally, he took action and his figure disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, when his body appeared again, there was a scream mixed with it.

He had already held a sword in his hand, a curved and flexible soft sword like water, like a spirit snake.

Feifeng, now he covered his neck tightly, and a smear of blood splattered out, unable to cover it, and fell softly to the ground.

One move, just one move.

One of the five-man group was killed instantly.

What a strength this is!

In an instant, the whole audience was so quiet that the sound of the needles falling to the ground could be heard.

The next moment, the cheers like tides surged.

"What a shitty five-man group, in Jiangnancheng's eyes, is a scumbag."

"What is a strong person? This is a strong person; what is a swordsmanship? This is a swordsmanship."

"The foundation of Jiangnan City is something they will never estimate..."

Various voices sounded, and everyone in the audience was shocked by the ruthless and coquettish sword.

Ye Xiong stood behind Yang Xinyi's collar and sighed secretly.

"I would have known that I wouldn't go to the Immortal and Demon Realm, so I would stay here as the first person to show off, how great it would be!"

Ye Xiong was a little excited by the cheers around him.

He was a little surprised, why did he experience a bigger scene in the Immortal and Demon Realm than here, and the defeated enemies are stronger than here, but he just doesn’t feel any pleasure?

After thinking about it, he finally found the reason because there was no woman of his own watching.

It’s so cool to show off around Xinyi, Murong Ruyin, He Mengji, etc.!

In his eyes, although Wuqing's sword just now was good, it was still far from a real master.

Judging from his current state, ruthlessness is like a child playing house.

Dugu Aotian's face looked very ugly. He never expected that an ordinary guy in front of him who had never heard of his fame would be so powerful. Although Feifeng's strength is the worst among the five, he would not be killed in seconds!

The foundation of Jiangnan City is indeed terrifying!

"Is this the strength of the five-man team?" Wuqing's sword shook, and he bounced off the blood on the sword, and said coldly: "Trump, dirty my sword."

Contempt, absolute contempt!

Arrogant, very arrogant!

But in the eyes of the monks around him, how domineering this is and how comfortable it sounds.

The five-person group is famous in the five realms and kills countless people, which makes people feel frightened. Now someone helps them exhale this anger, so everyone feels so comfortable.

"I'll meet him." Banbao, the fourth-ranked five-man group, stood up.

"The fourth brother, you are no match for him, come back." Dugu Aotian quickly called him.

The guy in front of him was ruthless and unfathomable. He was worried about the end of Banbao and Feifeng.

"I'll meet him!" The vulture stood up and stared at Wurong with a tight look.

"Vulture, be careful, this guy is not easy to deal with." Dugu Aotian reminded.

He didn't take action because he felt that he was not the time to take action.

Jiangnancheng sent someone to take action, and I don’t know how many good players there are behind him, so he had to let the vulture go out and see Jiangnancheng’s trump card.

The vulture figure shook, fell to Wurong, and took out a heavy Park knife from his body.

He is tall and has no head above his head, so he is called a vulture.

The Pu Knife in his hand was his magic weapon for fame. He used volcanic slurry to forge it for 49 days before he succeeded. Then he soaked in the deep sea for five years, and was invincible to the fire, making both the righteous and the demons so frightened.

"Another one who died, come here, take action!" Wuqing said lightly.

"Boy, I will use your head to sacrifice to my fifth brother." After the vulture said, the big sword in his hand slashed towards Wurong with a huge momentum.

As soon as he took action, the people around him were shrunk by the powerful energy waves, and all of them showed shock in their eyes.

Even the contempt on Wurong's face disappeared and changed to solemnity.

As soon as an expert takes action, he knows whether there is any or not. The power of this sword alone is not as strong as the Yuanxiang.

But he did not retreat, but instead aroused his fighting spirit even more. He met with the soft sword in his hand, with the phantom of the spirit snake.

Two people, they are completely different styles.

One force is heavy and the sword breaks through the mountain; the other is drizzling and erratic.

In the air, there were all the phantoms of the two. People with low realm could not see the figures of the two at all.

Ye Xiong looked at it for a moment, and in less than a minute, he knew that Wuru will definitely win.

The two of them were originally equal in strength, but the ruthlessness beats for a long time. They can use the least energy to fight against the vulture. Although the vulture's sword move is powerful, it consumes very severely. As long as the ruthlessness does not make mistakes, it will be a matter of time before winning.

After all, Wuqing is Xuanlong's disciple, and Xuanlong's swordsmanship is famous in the western star field of the Chaos Star Sea, and even Zhuo Xuanyuan can defeat it.

As he looked at it, Ye Xiong was a little bored. In his opinion, this level of battle was like a child who was a child who was learning from Saint Seiya. After a fight, it was just a fight between kids, and he had no intention of anything.

It seems that you need to find something to do.

Ye Xiong looked around and suddenly saw a white and tender piece in front of him, which was Yang Xinyi's white and tender neck.

A bad idea arose from the heart, and he slowly got into the collar.

...

Yang Xinyi was standing, suddenly trembling all over and jumping.

"Cousin, what's wrong?" Tang Ning next to him asked strangely.

"Oh, nothing." Yang Xinyi looked down at her chest, feeling a little confused.

It seemed that something had just entered her clothes and made bad things inside, but she just felt it with her energy and had nothing at all, and she thought she felt it was wrong.

But the next moment, she found her left chest and was bitten hard again.

At this moment, she suddenly felt like crying and searched desperately with her vitality, but she still had nothing.

"Damn it." Yang Xinyi wanted to cry, and she even wondered if she felt wrong.

With my current strength, it is a perfect thing to ascend, and I have never encountered such an evil thing.

The key is that this is still a very shameful thing and cannot be known to anyone.

Tang Ning looked at Yang Xinyi and saw that she was blushing, angry and ashamed, her legs were still tightly closed, and she suddenly became a little strange.

Is it because my cousin’s husband hasn’t come back for too long? My cousin can’t stand it? She said in her heart.
Chapter completed!