An Fei did not move at all. The countless wind blades suddenly lined up like a huge circular mirror, and then they rotated rapidly, the rotation speed was extremely fast, so that the edge of the vortex became blurry, and the sharp whistling sounded immediately.

The leading swordsman saw An Fei disappear suddenly, and a strange vortex appeared in front of him, and his mind was shocked, but he had no choice but to hear the screams from his companions, so he could only continue to pounce forward. This was his only chance.

Three sword lights hit the vortex one after another, but were all swallowed by the vortex. The sword master in charge could not judge how many wind blades his sword light had destroyed. In fact, there was no need to judge. No matter how much it was destroyed, it was insignificant compared to the wind blade released by An Fei. The vortex did not seem to have been affected too much.

An Fei's mouth showed a sneer, and his right hand stretched out to grab it in the air. The vortex seemed to be attracted by an invisible force. All the wind blades were concentrated in An Fei's palm, and then a two-meter-long spear appeared in An Fei's hand. Although An Fei still could not release intermediate magic, his manipulation power of the magic elements could be described as wonderful as the tip of the tip. The qi elements were arranged very densely, and the spear emitted a light that looked like a substance, especially the gun blade, which was even more cold, giving people a cold feeling that penetrated into the bone marrow.

An Fei held a gun in his hand and stabbed upwards, and extremely accurate stabbed the head sword master's eyebrows.

The leading swordsman roared, used all his fighting spirit, swung his sword and slashed the blade of the spear. He was sure that his all-out blow could destroy any magic weapon condensed by a magic weapon by a dual-cultivator of magic and martial arts. Although he had never seen the opponent's weapon before. It was very strange, but he could not bear his attack!

It made him unbelievable that things happened. He used all his strength. The force contained in An Fei's spear was not small. Under the fierce collision, he felt his arms numb, and the sword was hit by a spring, and it was involuntarily bounced high. An Fei's spear also ejected downwards, and the entire spear turned into a giant bent bow. After enduring such a heavy blow, the element still did not disappear. This made him realize how skillful An Fei's ability to control elements and how powerful his mental power is! This news is extremely important to the organization. Of course, first of all, he must ensure that he survives. A dead person cannot convey information.

An Fei's eyes flashed with murderous intent and he kicked like lightning. He was kicking the gun blade, which raised up at an extremely fast speed. At the same time, his right arm was thrusting forward. When the spear returned to a straight line, the sharp gun blade was less than one foot away from the opponent's eyebrows.

The sword master in charge had never seen such an incredible move?! Although he used his remaining strength in time at the critical moment of life and death and hit the blade with his long sword again, his strength this time was less than 30% of the last time. The spear in An Fei's hand drew a slightly curved arc and was hitting the sword master in charge in the chest.

A ripples visible to the naked eye flashed across the head sword master's body. It was a reaction caused by the impact of the body-protecting fighting spirit. A bloodline spurted out in his chest and his whole body flew backwards.

This time it was An Fei's turn to be in power and he was unforgivable. He rose up and caught up with the opponent's decline. The spear in his hand shook and nodded with a golden rooster. The swordsman, who had just suffered a severe injury, was unable to resist. He could only use the Dou Qi to protect him. An Fei's three guns stabbed all the places he wanted to attack. The opponent's decline became more urgent, and the light of Dou Qi on his body dimmed a lot.

When the leading swordsman rolled on the ground and struggled to get up, An Fei had already landed on the ground, holding a gun in his hands, lifting the eyebrows of the leading swordsman. The gun was fierce and the gun was singular. Panshan's gun technique was his unique skill. He had no way to use it in that world, but he shone brightly here!

The sword master in the head trapped the beast and was still fighting. He swung his sword to block An Fei's spear. Unexpectedly, An Fei made a mistake with his hands, and the spear force instantly changed from being raised to being protruded downward, and stabbed the sword master in the head like lightning. With Ernest's strength, when he first learned An Fei's gun technique that day, he also retreated repeatedly. How could the sword master in the head compare with Ernest? He had no time to parry and no time to dodge, and the gun blade was pouring into his calves.

The head swordsman let out a sarcasm and bent down to grab An Fei's spear. Unfortunately, what Panshan's spear pays most attention to is the continuous spear, one move after another. As long as the enemy is injured, each move after another becomes a killer move. The bent down to grab the spear is just his instinctive reaction. From the perspective of swordsmanship, it is really too naive.

An Fei pushed left with his left hand, pulled right with his right hand, and the spear suddenly pointed to his right side. The gun blade was still in the opponent's calves. The swordsman made a heart-wrenching scream. His legs were involuntarily pulled into a hip-slashing, and the gun blade even tore his skin and threw it out.

Before the other party's screams stopped, An Fei pulled his left hand and pushed his right hand left. The gun blade that was thrown to his right was swept back at a speed of lightning speed. The sharp sound of breaking through the air was really scary.

Although the swordsman led by the leader suffered continuous injuries, he still had a certain ability to react and bowed his head in time to avoid An Fei's fatal attack.

An Fei used old moves without waiting for his old moves, and swung his left hand back. The spear looked extremely smooth in An Fei's hand, and retreated like a spirit snake. Then An Fei stepped forward with his right foot, and the gun blade stabbed out again, stabbing the other party's chest.

The head sword master clumsyly swung his sword to block it, and was repeatedly injured, and his fighting spirit would be exhausted. His speed at this moment was only described as clumsy compared to An Fei's speed. When his sword was still a little short of his time, he threw a pounce. The spear had already penetrated his chest against his blade.

The head swordsman stretched out his left hand, grabbed the spear tightly, raised his head and looked at An Fei with his blood-filled eyes, as if he was announcing An Fei that he finally grabbed it!

An Fei sneered, pressed his left hand down, raised his right hand up, and used his arms to force him, and even lifted the other party into the air.

Under such circumstances, the swordsman in charge was no longer able to grab the spear, and he couldn't help but turn somersaults in the air. Every time he rolled, he brought out a bloody rain. Before he could fall to the ground, he suddenly felt a chill on his back, and then there was a pain, and An Fei's spear had already pierced into his vest.

An Fei had never had any kindness when he took action. Just as the spear stabbed into the other party's back, his hands were relaxed, not fighting the resistance he felt, and slid forward along the gun rod. At the same time, he took a step back and took his hands back. Seeing that the other party was about to fall to the ground, An Fei grabbed the gun rod and stabbed again, and his figure changed to rush forward.

A blood mist broke out on the chest of the head sword master again. The spear had pierced his body and poked a piece out of his chest. This blow completely took away all his vitality!

The swordsman in the lead slowly fell to the ground, An Fei also let go of his spear, and at the same time relaxed his mental power. Countless wind blades quickly differentiated into free elements and disappeared in the air. If a patrol coroner came to take the autopsy at this time, he probably wouldn't be able to guess what the weapon was if he wanted to break his head!

An Fei slowly turned his head. The battle on Susanna's side almost ended at the same time. She had already solved an opponent before. The remaining one barely supported him, and the back of Susanna's slanted shoulder strap was cut into two pieces. The mid-level swordsman who fought against Black Eleven saw the critical situation and wanted to escape. Under the front and back of Susanna and Black Eleven, he didn't even hold on to a single move, and then lay softly on the ground.

Perhaps because he felt that his performance was too poor today, he was forced to be furious by someone who was not as strong as himself. Black Eleven's expression was a little embarrassed. He roughly checked the bodies of the three mid-level sword masters and turned around and walked towards An Fei.

"An Fei, we were too risky today!" Black Eleven said with a wry smile.

"It's not a risky one, at least I know the terribleness of the magic fog." An Fei said slowly.

"But I told you before! The people of the Demon Fog..."

"You said it was you, what I experienced is different from what I experienced myself." An Fei interrupted Black Eleven's words. Because he killed the Black Ghost, did the other party use his strong hands to keep a close eye on it? An Fei felt that there should be some differences inside, and the magic fog should have other reasons.

"Fortunately, we have eliminated all their magicians first. If they had magicians from the undead type to help the battle, we might be the ones lying on the ground now." Black Eleven sighed, and he felt a very headache. The order he received was just to tell An Fei to be vigilant and tell the whole story of the incident. But he did not expect that the people in the Magic Fog would attach so much importance to An Fei, and all the people who were dispatched were elites. High-level sword masters! Even in Baishan City, high-level sword masters are rare strong men!

"What I feel strange now is that their strength is already very strong together. If it were a head-on battle, we might not have won them. Why would we still keep following us quietly? If I hadn't sensed that there was a faint magic fluctuation in the air and later conducted a lot of experiments with Chris Ding, no one would have discovered their existence!" An Fei frowned. If there were undead magicians among the three intermediate magicians, even if there was only one, plus the strength of the other two intermediate magicians, it would be enough to bring him great trouble. With this kind of strength, you should not be willing to choose the tail line.

"You mean... they still have reinforcements?" Black Eleven's face was a little pale. If in the past, he was not afraid of people from the Magic Fog, he could escape or hide, but now the top priority is to destroy the Griffon Flying Squadron of the Flood Sand Empire. Where can I have the energy to deal with people from the Magic Fog? That might ruin a big deal!

"Does the people from the Demon Mist know that we are going to Moramachi Town?" An Fei asked.
Chapter completed!