"Wolf Castle?"

Xu Tingfei's brows were twisted at this time, "Why are those Western monsters here to join in the fun?"

Dangdang...

In the primeval forest of the plateau in the dark, two more sounds of gold and iron clashes sounded. Liu Feng stepped back three steps to the tree and blocked the unconscious Chengying Sword behind him with his body.

Five meters in front of him, two ninjas in black, wearing black masks, and holding Japanese samurai swords in both hands appeared.

"Ninja!"

Liu Feng raised a sarcastic sneer on the corner of his mouth, "Yamaguchi team can't help it anymore. Your skills should be a rare high-level ninja in Japan, right? Is it so willing to send two high-ninjas at a time?"

Swish!

The two Gao Ren did not talk to Liu Feng. They moved one left and one right, and attacked Liu Feng with two Japanese swords up and down. With one sword, they walked on the road, slantedly lifted Liu Feng's throat, and with one sword, they walked down the road, slashing Liu Feng's feet.

The two high-spirited sword angles were extremely tricky and the speed was extremely fast. The cooperation between the two was perfect, which also brought great pressure to Liu Feng. The most important thing was that behind Liu Feng was the Chengying Sword, and he could not retreat. Otherwise, with the cruel methods of the two high-spirited soldiers, they would never give the outstanding Chinese super soldier kings a chance to wake up again.

Liu Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, and raised his right scimitar with a scimitar, which collapsed the top Japanese sword with a sound. At the same time, Liu Feng raised his left foot slightly, and then stepped downwards suddenly. With a slight dangerous move, he actually stepped on the bottom Japanese sword with one foot.

Swish!

The two high-nin reactions were also very fast. They retreated and pulled the sword at the same time, and retreated nearly ten meters away in an instant.

"I understand. You are not fast at absolute speed, but fast at small ranges of movement."

Liu Feng sneered, and saw no movement under his feet, but his figure rushed to the two big Gao Ren approached him. With a wiping of his right hand, the sword light flashed at Gao Ren's throat on his left hand, "I must tell you that my brother's speed is not slow either."

when!

Gao Ren, who was attacked by Liu Feng, blocked his sword and his body was shocked and retreated again.

The other Gao Ren swung his knife at Liu Feng almost at the same time.

puff……

This sword was too fast, and both the pure speed and the ability to capture fighter jets were all exerted to the extreme by this Gao Nin.

Even though Liu Feng had extremely clever footwork and agile body, a hole was still cut by a Japanese knife on his right shoulder.

However, it was just a hole, but Liu Feng did not see any blood. Instead, Gao Ren, after slashing out this knife, his body immediately froze in place.

Because while Liu Feng was avoiding his sword, his scimitar turned around and stabbed him in his left rib with a puff.

"Bagaya Road!"

Gao Ren, who was shocked by Liu Feng's knife just now, roared and rushed up again.

"Baga, your sister! You two guys were able to deal with me just now, and now you are the only one left. You can walk three swords in front of me at most." Liu Feng mocked the other party in Japanese, pulled his right hand and drew his sword out, and the Gao Ren who was stabbed by him fell to the ground.

Swish!

The two of them used their swords at the same time, which was to kill each other and avoid the other's attack.

In the dark night, a sword light flashed, and then a bloodline soared into the sky, and a strong smell of blood quickly blew up in the howling night wind.

Swish!

Immediately afterwards, the two turned around at the same time, and the sword light flashed again.

Another stream of plasma splattered out. Liu Feng took a step back and the scimitar spun out a dazzling sword flower in his hand again.

Gao Nin from the Yamaguchi group in Japan retreated three steps back, and the Japanese sword was in his hand and pointed to the ground diagonally.

Swish!

Then, the two rushed towards each other again, and the knife light flashed continuously, and then the two passed by each other.

After the two of them took out the knife three times, they finally stopped.

After about two seconds, Liu Feng swung his right hand and the last blood bead on the scimitar dripped. Then he turned around and walked towards the Chengying Sword under the tree. He did not look at the Gao Ren anymore, but instead showed his hands together and began to twist needles for the Chengying Sword to treat his injuries.

puff!

Three seconds later, a stream of bright red plasma suddenly splashed out from Gao Ren's throat, and then he fell to the ground with a thump.

If someone is present to watch it, he will definitely be amazed by Liu Feng's swordsmanship. Because in addition to the fatal injury in his throat, Gao Ren also had two swords.

One was under the armpit of his right arm, and the blade was more than half a foot long, extending to his chest.

The other one was in the groin and groove of his left leg, and the knife edge was less than three inches, which was obviously caused by the scimitar piercing it.

It is precisely because these two swords seriously damaged Gao Ren's ability to move, that Liu Feng's last sword was so straightforward.

More importantly, in the left hand of Gao Ren, he still grabbed three diamond darts. In the high-intensity confrontation with Liu Feng, he did not have the chance to send out the darts in the end.

call!

Two minutes later, Liu Feng finally completed the final treatment of Chengying Sword.

He took a deep breath, then put away the silver needle, "Okay, finally repair your meridians. Also, the one who has been watching the show next to you, come out!"

Slap sex!

When Liu Feng finished speaking, a Westerner with a Tang sword clapped his hands and turned out from the darkness.

"Good sword technique, there is a role like you among the Chinese special forces, which really opens my eyes." The Westerner first praised Liu Feng, then loosened his armpits, and the Tang sword he held slid downwards, and the knife handle fell directly into his hand.

"Which force are you from?" Liu Feng looked at the Westerner and asked calmly.

"I'm from the Western Death Arsenal, but I'm not one of those Death Gods, but one of the three pre-selected Death Kings."

This pre-selected Death King did not report his real name, but it was obviously more powerful than those Death Gods.

Liu Feng stared at the Westerner and said calmly: "The three pre-selected death kings, I only know that the first death god is one of them. The other two have never seen them before. I have seen you today, but I have gained some knowledge."

"Liu Feng, Lord Hell, I have seen you today, and I have gained a lot of knowledge. I didn't expect that the creator of the underworld in the Western world was actually a soldier in China."

The pre-selected Death King walked forward with a Tang sword, and said as he walked: "But I don't care what your identity is. I'm looking for you because there is a ranking of the weapons list in the Chinese martial arts world. The number one weapon is a sword, so I have been practicing swords since I was a child, and I think that sword skills are unparalleled in the world..."

hehe!

Liu Feng sneered and interrupted the pre-selected Death King, "Let's go after bragging, think that we are all from the Western underground world, and I won't kill you today."

The face of the pre-selected Death King suddenly became gloomy. He carried the Tang sword on his shoulders and stood five meters in front of Liu Feng and said, "King of Hell, if I pass on your identity as a Chinese soldier back to the Western underground world, do you think, will you and your underworld still exist?"

"Threat me?" Liu Feng narrowed his eyes.

"I don't need to threaten you, I just told you a fact. I just saw you kill those two Japanese Gaonin. Your sword skills are very strong, so I want to compete with you."

The pre-selected Death King said domineeringly: "I want to prove that my sword is sharper than your sword, and my sword skills are stronger than you and your Chinese martial arts. If you die, I will keep the secret for you for the rest of your life. If you live and prove that I die, then no one in the Western underground world will know your secret."

"good!"

Liu Feng said calmly: "You are forcing yourself to death, so I will take your soul into the underworld."

Swish!

As soon as Liu Feng finished speaking, the two of them slashed at each other at the same time.

The Tang sword, which was pre-selected by the Death King, was straight, with a narrow and long blade, three feet long, and a sharp blade.

The scimitar in Liu Feng's hand is small and light, more sharp and more terrifying.

Knock!

The two swords and blades collided together, and then the two passed by.

"Holi's knife actually cut the blade of my Tang sword out of the gap." The pre-selected Death King suddenly turned around, and the Tang sword slashed towards Liu Feng's legs.

"Your Tang sword is not bad either. Look at the Japanese swords of the two Japanese, the gap on the sword is deeper." Liu Feng jumped up, turned around in the air and waved the knife to the other party's neck.

The two attacked the top lane and the bottom lane. At the same time, they avoided the opponent's sword and then rushed towards the opponent again.

"So fast, so fast knife!"

At this moment, Chengying Sword woke up and happened to see Liu Feng competing with the pre-selected Death King. Two flashing sword lights were constantly reflected in his eyes. Judging from the thinking of a super soldier king, it seemed that if he was the opponent, he would probably not be able to take it.

The two of them have the same physical skills and their sword skills, and they have no intention of retreating in the duel, so they both have to quickly seize the opportunity.

puff!

After the thirty swords duel, the two of them slashed their swords at the same time.

The bulletproof vest on Liu Feng's chest was cut through the outer layer by the opponent's Tang sword. Liu Feng's scimitar completely cut the sleeve on the right arm of the pre-selected Death King, and even a shallow knife wound was left on the outside of his arm.

puff!

After sixty swords, Liu Feng's scimitar cut a half-foot-long and inch-deep wound on his opponent's left shoulder, and a blood light collapsed more than three feet away.

But at the same time, Tang Dao, who pre-selected the Death God King, also drew a wound that was almost visible to Liu Feng's left arm.

"Haha! What about Chinese martial arts? In my opinion, Chinese sword skills are just like this!" The pre-selected Death King seemed to not feel the pain of the knife wound at all. Although the blood was constantly scattering outward, he held the knife in both hands and continued to attack Liu Feng.

Liu Feng was the same. He carried his injured left arm, footwork, bodywork, and sword technique to the extreme. He counterattacked his opponent with one knife and said calmly: "I look down on the Chinese sword technique, but you are using the authentic Chinese Liuhe sword. Are you embarrassed? And in my opinion, you have not practiced this Liuhe sword to the extreme."

puff!

After one hundred swords, the two swords left scars on each other's bodies at the same time.

This time, Liu Feng was scratched on his left rib, but a deep bone-visible hole was cut out on the outside of the pre-selected Death King's thigh.

"King of Hell, your sword is indeed very sharp. I have seen enough Chinese sword skills. Let me prove that I am better than your sword skills and more effective than your Chinese sword skills!" The pre-selected Death King took the initiative to take the initiative to take a step back for the first time, with the Tang sword in his hand standing in front of him, and then arched his body and rushed towards Liu Feng.
Chapter completed!