"I am a kind person. If you ask me to kill you, I will definitely meet your requirements." Yao Xiansen's eyes flashed with murderous intentions, and he walked towards the man with black-skinned fake face, "Liu Feng killed your two brothers, you are the last one, sign up, let me know what I will kill."

hehe!

The black-skinned fake face sneered, "I am the boss of the Three Judgments of Longhu Mountain, the shadowless swordsman Xuefan."

The moment Xuefan reported his name, he pulled his right hand around his waist, and a slender soft sword that was only wide for his fingers was unsheathed. A sudden sound shook the air out of a series of airflow. The tip of the sword was like a poisonous snake swallowing his letter, pointing directly to Yao Xiansen's eyebrows.

"Swordsman, hum!"

Yao Xiansen sneered and retreated, the tip of the sword kept moving forward, only half an inch away from Yao Xiansen's eyebrows, but Yao Xiansen could easily keep this half an inch that could not be crossed by the Blood Sail's sword. Old Yao even ridiculed his weapon: "Your sword is also an ancient Western fine branch fencing. Can't you use Chinese martial arts?"

chug!

Xue Fan didn't reply, but suddenly stepped closer, shaking his wrist, and a small cross broke out on the long sword body that was bounced with a soft-stretched line, and a cross sword energy faintly erupted from the tip of the sword.

"Fake! The cross shadow sword of the Holy See!"

Yao Xiansen was shocked and swearing. His feet were erratic and his body moved horizontally, barely avoiding the sword.

Although Yao Xiansen avoided it, the wall behind Yao Xiansen was picked out by sharp sword energy. A deep cross sword mark was picked out.

At this time, Liu Feng had already reached the seventh and a half floor. The two masters competed. He didn't want to be cannon fodder on the side, nor did he want to go far and miss the duel between the two masters. Liu Feng just took a look at the Cross Shadow Sword used by Xue Fengfan and was scared into a cold sweat.

It seems that this sword not only kills people's bodies extremely terrifyingly, but also has the effect of attacking people's spirit.

"Yao Xiansen is really unfathomable. If it were me, I would probably be given a second by this sword." Liu Feng praised secretly.

Yes, Yao Xiansen's strength is really terrifying. After avoiding this sword, the Siberian actually poked out his right hand at the same time and grabbed Xue Fan's wrist with a bang. "If you dare to have the highest sword skills of the Sword Crusader, then I will destroy your right hand with the sword."

hehe!

Xuefan laughed unsuspectingly, "I guess you will use this move, but you don't know about the anti-joint martial arts, especially the martial arts that use hands to capture. Do we Chinese people use the best?"

While speaking, Xue Fan turned around and twisted his wrist and soft sword inverted, wiping it backwards towards Yao Xiansen's wrist.

This skill of turning the sword and twisting the wrist is also extremely clever, but... the soft sword that was wiped back by the blood sail only turned one third of the circle and could not turn it.

"this……"

Xue Fan, who had a smug look just now, looked ugly in an instant because he found that his wrists and even his entire arm were numb and could not move any longer.

Yao Xiansen said coldly: "That's right, the grappling skills are indeed great, but unfortunately, you are not using them well."

Click!

As the voice fell to the ground, the sound of bone fracture also sounded. Yao Xiansen suddenly broke it and actually broke Xue Fan's forearm.

"Ah! How is this possible? You are the skill of a big monument-hitting player. How could you learn the ancient martial arts of our Chinese?" Xue Fan screamed loudly, and the software in his hand also fell to the ground.

"It's very simple. I have two masters, one of whom is a Chinese."

After Yao Xiansen gained power, he raised his left hand and grabbed Xue Fan's neck with a bang, "Now talk about you, how could you do ancient Western martial arts?"

Xue Fan's face turned red and said at the top of his throat: "I, if you don't kill me, I will just say."

Click!

Yao Xiansen didn't even think about it, and he cut off Xue Fan's throat and cervical spine with his five fingers.

The three masters of Longhu Mountain, three legendary masters, died today.

After killing someone, Yao Xiansen hooked his feet and Xuefan's soft sword flew towards Liu Feng.

Liu Feng reached out to catch the software. The sword was only three feet per inch long and was as thin as a sword body, but it felt heavy as if it was pressing hands.

"Liu Feng, my promise to you has been fulfilled. Although it is not as good as you want me to deal with Chi Long in advance, this sword is also considered compensation." After Yao Xiansen said this, he turned around and walked downstairs.

"What's special about this sword?" Liu Feng asked.

Yao Xiansen said without looking back: "This sword is the sword of Master Cantona in the Western Crusade back then. I just recognized it. I guess the ancient Western martial arts mastered by Xuefan was obtained from this sword."

sword!

Liu Feng put the soft sword in front of him and observed carefully.

...

"Damn it, even these three people were hung up." At the same time, Lu Yan in Room 909 on the Ninth Floor slapped the table. The LCD monitor in front of him played everything that happened in the stairwell. Mr. Lu, who had been calm, could not calm down at this time. He paced back and forth in the room and murmured to himself: "What should I do? Do you really have to agree to his conditions and let him take action?"

Squeak!

At the same time, the bedroom door inside 909 was pushed open, and a man wrapped in a foot cloth walked out, "Mr. Lu, are you still hesitating? I think you don't want to completely destroy the careful arrangements today, right?"

This guy is obviously an Indian, but he speaks Chinese very fluently.

"Dunnilu? Emperor, are you sure you have ever beaten Liu Feng's helper?" Lu Yan looked at the Indian and asked with a name.

That's right, this Indian is Dunniru? Emperor! One of the three supercaste forces in India, and it is Wen Xiaoyao's master. I didn't expect this guy to get together with Lu Yan.

Originally, after Maxika brought Tang Xinyi back to the Indian Emperor, no one dared to enter China, but no one expected that this great master had arrived in China half a month ago and got it together with Lu Yan for some special reason.

"I think I can beat that guy."

Duannilu?di said confidently: "I am the number one person under my innate nature. In the Hunyuan realm, there is no way anyone is better than me."

Lu Yan stared at Duannilu, his eyes flashing constantly, as if he was hesitating about something.

Duannilu continued, "Lu Yan, have you always wanted to marry Wen Xiaoyao? Didn't your Lu family just want to marry Wen's family? I also arrested Xiaoyao, the apprentice, with my own hands. This is my sincerity, now..."

"Okay, you need to say nothing."

Lu Yan sat back in his position and said solemnly: "Okay, I promise you. As long as you help me catch Liu Feng today, after I have mastered Donghai Energy, I will share 30% of your dry shares."

"One word is determined."

Dunniru smiled and turned around and walked out of the room, "Wait for my good news."

Wow...

Just as Duannilu walked out of the room, the LCD monitor in front of Lu Yan suddenly appeared in the shape of snowflakes, and then all the pictures disappeared.

Liu Feng, who was on the seventh and a half floor, was tilting his head with his hands behind his back. The software that was still in his hand was pierced at the corner of the shed, and half of the sword body almost penetrated into the wall.
Chapter completed!