As this voice sounded,

Liang Feng, who was running at the front of the crowd,

Suddenly, he felt an irresistible force coming from his body. At the same time, a flying knife penetrated his back, exploded a bloody hole in his left chest, and flew into the long corridor.

With a "pop" sound, Liang Feng fell to the ground and there was no more movement.

Falling to the ground at the same time as Liang Feng, there were thirty-seven other martial arts practitioners holding sharp blades, including Beard who escaped over the wall.

The martial cultivators present were running in extremely chaotic directions.

But no one could dodge the thirty-eight flying knives thrown by Zhen Feng with hatred.

When the cold light in the sky rises,

Bringing out thirty-eight shrill and sharp sounds that broke through the air,

Extremely dazzling and deafening!

The most naked result shows the horror of Zhen Feng's "indiscriminate flower burial".

------Thirty-eight martial arts cultivators who came to ambush Zhen Feng but fled with their lives. Almost every one of them was stabbed in the heart, their chest was shattered, and they died on the spot!

------Only the one left alive by Zhen Feng is still breathing.

In Taoyuan, Zhen Feng picked up Zheng Dachao,

Then he gently kicked Wei Dong, who was still pretending to be stunned on the ground.

Wei Dong flew straight out for more than 20 meters and hit a peach tree hard, breaking the peach tree with a diameter of more than 20 centimeters.

He screamed loudly.

Zhen Feng's voice was cold, "I'll go to the door to look for the vehicle. The martial artist has a broken leg. It's not a serious injury. I'll give you five seconds to pick up all the guns and sharp weapons in the field, and then run to the door to find me."

This Wei Dong was one of the survivors he left behind. He naturally wanted to find out who planned the ambush today.

After finishing speaking, Zhen Feng walked towards the corridor and said, "Liang Feng, there is no need to pretend to be dead. My flying knife only cut off a few of your sternums. Get up. I have something else to ask you!"

There was no movement in the corridor.

There was a coldness in Zhen Feng's eyes,

Liang Feng, who was pale and pretending to be dead, rolled his eyes repeatedly.

Finally he got excited and jumped up,

Liang Feng covered his chest where blood was pouring out. After coughing a few times, he looked at Zhen Feng with a fearful look on his face and said, "I'm up. If you have anything to say, just ask."

Liang Feng's heart was already full of depression and fear,

------God is really cheating me! I just got the secret method of cultivation from a strongman, and I have hope in my cultivation, but in the blink of an eye I am very likely to die at the hands of another strongman!

At the moment when the flying knife penetrated his chest, Liang Feng thought that the flying knife had missed his heart a little bit, so he had an idea and fell to the ground like everyone else.

Only then did he understand,

The reason why I didn’t die,

Where did this strongman's flying knife miss?

Just because he needs a living mouth to press for information!

... Near the Taoyuan Hotel, Zhen Feng hugged Zheng Dachao and walked to the entrance of the parking lot not far away.

Soon, Wei Dong obediently carried two bags and Wufeng Sword, walked out of Taoyuan Hotel on one leg, and ran behind him,

Zhen Feng said: "So, the cause is Ma Yuanlong. He ordered you to ambush me because of the Korean crocodile incident! Is there no other reason?"

Liang Feng beside him nodded repeatedly, "Yes."

Even now, Liang Feng does not dare to tell the real conspiracy of the Ma family, because the warrior in front of him may kill him! But once the Ma family's conspiracy is exposed, I am afraid that the Liang family, which has nearly a hundred members, will

All of them will be wiped out by the strong men invited by the Ma family, and no one will be left alive.

Zhen Feng looked at Wei Dong, "Do you have anything to add?"

Wei Dong was shaking one of his legs, frantically packing things around. His wounds were shaking around, and he was sweating all over from the pain. He was about to faint. When Zhen Feng asked him, Wei Dong was a little confused and quickly hurriedly

Shaking his head, "Nothing to add. What Master Liang said must be correct."

"Yeah." Zhen Feng nodded,

Suddenly his legs came out.

In an instant, Wei Dong was torn into pieces, and flesh and blood rose up all over the sky.

Liang Feng was horrified and trembling all over, but facing Zhen Feng at this moment, he didn't even have the courage to escape.

He obediently carried the two bags and Wufeng sword that Wei Dong left on the ground, and followed Zhen Feng to a car in the parking lot.

Zhen Feng put Zheng Dachao in the back seat, then took the Wufeng Sword, looked at it carefully, and praised: "What a sword!"

The sword light flashed,

Silent and breathless,

Suddenly, Liang Feng felt that the world was spinning,

Then he fell to the ground and saw his headless body not far away.

On Liang Feng's head, his mouth kept opening and closing, trying to say something, but it was a pity that his throat was on the other side of his body.

He could no longer make any sound.

The moment before death,

Liang Feng's eyes widened -----This warrior actually used the most powerful move in Wufeng's swordsmanship, "Qiuhaojiuju"!

He actually used this move more delicately than his master, his ancestor?

why......

Thoughts are interrupted, boundless darkness comes,

Liang Feng died.

...

More than two hours later.

Shicheng Second Hospital, single ward on the fourth floor.

Wang Weishuang walked out of the ward, "Brother Feng, Da Chao's left arm has been connected. There is no danger to his life. It's just that Da Chao is a little depressed now. Also, how did he get injured?"

Zhen Feng shook his head, "Brother Wang, there's no need to ask, I will handle it."

After coming out of Taoyuan Hotel, Zhen Feng called Wang Weishuang directly and asked him to help arrange the best hospital. After all, Zhen Feng didn't know much about Shicheng and didn't know which hospital had the best medical skills.

Wang Weishuang frowned, "Even if the injury is healed, it will probably take many years for the completely broken bones and tendons to return to their original strength. The guy who did it really deserves to die!"

Zhen Feng frowned, "I'm going to see Dachao. Please, Brother Wang, please don't come in yet."

Pushing the door open and entering the ward,

Zhen Feng glanced at Zheng Dachao, who was wrapped in gauze and stretching out his right hand to caress the fragments of his pocket watch, "Why are you so dazed!"

Zheng Dachao struggled to sit up, "Brother Feng, there are so many martial arts practitioners, how on earth did you..."

Zhen Feng helped him lie down and said, "Don't ask now, I will tell you later."

Zheng Dachao was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

Zhen Feng looked at him, "Brother Wang said you were a little depressed..."

Zheng Dachao's dark face showed a smile, and he bared his white teeth, "Brother Feng, what are you talking about! My arms are not good, and I can't practice Open Tablet Palm in the past few years. I can practice Duanjiang Leg! Duanjiang Leg is also very good.

Ah, it’s just that I haven’t started with Duanjiang Leg yet, so maybe my goal of bringing my sister over to live there will be delayed a bit, so it’s not a big deal!”

Zhen Feng looked into Zheng Dachao's eyes. He could see that although Dachao's smile looked sunny, there was a deep reluctance in his eyes.

The martial arts skills that I have put so much effort into suddenly have to be delayed for many years! I even have to re-select a major skill. This is an extremely heavy blow to any martial artist! If it were placed on other people, maybe

He has completely collapsed! Zheng Dachao can still laugh, he is already an extremely cheerful and strong character!

Zhen Feng nodded and said: "That's right! He is indeed the guy nicknamed Superman. In the future, if you practice Duanjiang Legs, if you don't understand anything, you can ask me."

Zheng Dachao waved his right hand, "Forget it, Brother Feng, you can't break Jiang's legs, please don't be so perfunctory, okay?"

Zhen Feng looked at Zheng Dachao and smiled. He had already made a decision when he saw Zheng Dachao injured his left arm at the Taoyuan Hotel.

At this moment, he suddenly moved...More than ten seconds later, Zhen Feng stopped the Duanjiang kicking technique. He looked at Zheng Dachao who was speechless and joked: "Since no one wants me to teach the kicking technique, then forget it.

!”

Seeing Zhen Feng's Duanjiang Kick, Zheng Dachao became a little sluggish. After a while, his eyes suddenly lit up with strong hope, and he grinned.

Although Zheng Dachao has been practicing Duanjiang Kick for less than a year, he can tell that the Duanjiang Kick performed by Zhen Feng just now is absolutely frighteningly exquisite. Although he doesn't understand why...it's hard to ask directly.

, but I know that with such a person teaching me, my cultivation speed will definitely be many times faster than before.

Zhen Feng smiled and said: "Don't be happy yet, it's not Bai's teaching. Every time you ask for advice, you must treat me to a meal!"

Zheng Dachao laughed really happily this time, "That's necessary."
To be continued...