Zhao Feng is the King of Swords in East Zhejiang, and he is definitely not a false reputation.

When other people followed Zhang Shicheng, they also experienced it in the army. Although they were old, their power was still there.

One man and one rider, rushed straight into the enemy crowd, and his sword fell, and a man's head fell to the ground.

The bright red blood immediately sprayed Zhao Feng's body.

Liu Baihu and the others never dreamed that this old thing was so powerful.

Before he could react, Zhao Feng had already pounced on him.

To capture the thief, to capture the king first. Zhao Feng has been through the battlefield for a long time, so he naturally understands this truth!

His followers cooperated for many years and had a very tacit understanding. Seeing Zhao Feng going to get Liu Baihu, the remaining few people penetrated into the enemy's team without saying a word.

Suddenly, the outside of Liu Baihu was isolated.

Zhao Feng's steel sword was sharp, like the hand of death. The long sword fell down and almost hit Liu Baihu's neck.

Liu Baihu was stunned for a moment, but he was not an idle meal. Seeing that something was wrong, he rolled off the horse. Even so, the blade of the steel knife still pulled out a blood mark on his neck.

The shocked Liu Baihu had just gotten up, and Zhao Feng had already killed another person and immediately turned back.

Liu Baihu was shocked and quickly rolled on the ground again, avoiding the disaster.

Zhao Feng immediately stopped the reins of the horse and calmly turned over from the horse's back. His eyes, like beasts staring at prey, showed a faint murderous intent.

Liu Baihu couldn't help but have a cold war all over, knowing that he had met a master.

But his personal guard is now entangled with Zhao Feng's people, and no one can help him.

When the brave ones met on a narrow road, Liu Baihu took a deep breath, calmed his mind, picked up his sword from the ground, stared at Zhao Feng and said, "Old thing, I'll send you home today."

After saying that, he roared and shot towards Zhao Feng like a sharp arrow.

Zhao Feng didn't take him seriously at all. He looked at him calmly like a hunter.

The edge of Guan Dao arrived in a flash, and it was about to split Zhao Feng in half.

Zhao Feng showed a sneer on his lips, and suddenly turned around and slashed his backhand.

With a roar, Guan's sword fell into nothing and hit the ground. Zhao Feng's long sword flashed, as fast as a ghost.

Liu Baihu only felt a chill in his chest and subconsciously retreat. As a result, Zhao Feng raised his leg and kicked him away.

Six hundred households rolled down to the ground like short-term kites, and lowered their heads. The soap armor outside had been chopped in half by a knife, leaving a long blood mark on his chest.

At present, the six hundred households are bleeding, but it is just an external injury.

At this moment, Zhao Feng was chasing him closely, and fortunately, a personal soldier from Liu Baihu rushed out, blocking Zhao Feng's pursuit.

When the people from Liu Baihu saw that Liu Baihu was injured, they shouted: "Protect the Lord."

Suddenly, the dead soldiers of the Wen family rushed towards Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng was not afraid at all, and calmly made people feel cold on his back.

After all, he was struggling from the sea of ​​blood. What happened to Zhao Feng never seen in his life?

He shouted, "Good come."

In an instant, the sword was like a rainbow, like a big river breaking through the dam, and it was out of control.

Zhao Feng's swordsmanship is clean and neat. Without a trace of dragging the mud, someone will fall to the ground and die if he raises his sword.

The three people who rushed over fell in pools of blood under the storm of the blade.

Zhao Feng became more and more brave as he fought, and no one could stop him.

The other party was caught off guard. In a blink of an eye, four or five people died in his hands.

Liu Baihu has never met such a terrible person head-on in his life. He got up from the ground, turned around and ran away.

At this time, a large group of people from Shayuan Institute arrived.

Suddenly, Liu Baihu was protected.

Zhao Feng saw that he missed the opportunity. He was not impatient and killed the people who rushed over.

This time he brought seven or eight people over, all of whom were his friends.

The opponent's chasing cavalry was cleaned up in a blink of an eye.

Blood flowed into a river on the ground, and the corpses were everywhere.

However, at this moment, they were also surrounded by the dead soldiers and officers of the Wen family.

It is not difficult for Zhao Feng to break through.

After all, there are less than a hundred people on the other side, and they still have war horses.

However, once they retreat, Zhang Mu may be in danger.

Zhao Feng inserted his horizontal knife upside down to the ground.

The name of this knife is Qiufeng, which was cast by a Japanese sword-making master. It was a meeting gift from a Japanese merchant to Zhang Shicheng.

Zhang Shicheng then handed it to Zhao Feng, the knife that accompanied him through a long life.

Those who use swords cherish swords as if they are life.

Zhao Feng wipes it every night, and it has been a day for decades.

Today, he has made up his mind.

At this moment, he slowly pulled out his wiping cloth from his sleeve, then picked up the long knife and tied it to his hand.

The sword is there, and the sword is there.

Zhao Feng made up his mind to die.

Standing alone, as if there were thousands of troops behind him, it was intimidating.

Liu Baihu's face was pale, and his chest was stained with blood. He knew that if this continued, Zhang Mu would have to run away. He immediately drank to the dead soldiers of the Wen family: "Go and chase those people. Don't let them run away."

The dead soldiers from the Wen family were ready to rob the horse immediately.

Zhao Feng knew their intention, how could he let them succeed?

At that moment, when the Wen family moved alone, Zhao Feng also moved.

A long sword in the palm flashed with a cold light, and the rolling knife was unrivaled.

The long sword moved, like thunder, and blood immediately splattered in the sky.

The two dead soldiers of the Wen family who rushed in front were immediately turned into corpses.

The rest of the people were stunned.

It was besieged.

Where does Zhao Feng take them seriously?

In the sword lights, I heard the screams of the Wen family, rushing towards others, and even if I could not fight with Zhao Feng, I would die.

Zhao Feng's martial arts are all practiced every move and practice, and killing people is like cutting melons and vegetables.

After seven or eight people were shot dead, the people from the Wen family finally did not dare to do anything.

Zhao Feng gasped slightly. He was old and his health was far inferior to when he was young. However, his eyes were as firm as a rock.

As long as I'm here, no one of you wants to take a step forward.

This is a belief that makes Liu Baihu and the others frightened.

Unfortunately, they came out in a hurry and did not bring bows and arrows. At present, they could only rely on human tactics to consume the old thing's physical strength.

"Whoever killed him will reward him with five hundred stakes of treasure money?" Liu Baihu shouted immediately.

Under heavy rewards, there must be brave men.

At this moment, General Liu Qi brought his six or seven of his personal soldiers out.

Zhao Feng looked at them coldly and smiled faintly, "Come to die again?"

Mr. Liu Qi gritted his teeth and said, "Brothers, let's go together and have done this old mess."

At this moment, seven or eight people besieged from all directions.

How could Zhao Feng’s subordinates sit still and ignore it?

They rushed over on their horses.

The people dodged one after another, and Zhao Feng found an opportunity and shot out immediately.

The long sword is like thunder, and the cold light is flashing.

President Liu Qi was shocked and saw the long sword chasing him, he subconsciously raised his sword.

As a result, Zhao Feng shouted angrily: "Break!"

Two "clang" sounds.

Zhao Feng slashed two consecutive knives at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye, and Liu Qi's steel knife shattered in response to the sound.

Zhao Feng's blade instantly slashed from the top of his head, slashing his head in half.

Mr. Liu Qi stared at Zhao Feng's feet with a pair of frightened eyes.

Zhao Feng stepped on his body and asked quietly: "Who is the next one?"
Chapter completed!