Fang Weixiong's color changed with horror. He quietly approached Mo Changfeng and whispered: "Boss, what's going on? What nonsense are you talking to this old boy? Just shoot him and forget it!"
Mo Changfeng said coldly: "There are many things in this world that cannot be solved with guns!"
Qing Ming smiled: "Do you want to consider my conditions?"
A smile appeared on Han Feng's handsome face, rippling like ripples. Before the smile fully bloomed, Han Feng's figure suddenly lifted up and rushed toward Qing Ming like an elegant lightning bolt.
Qing Ming didn't expect that Han Feng would launch an attack without any warning. He suddenly became angry and waved a piece of black iron to face Han Feng.
This piece of black iron does not look amazing, it is dull and dull, and it is more than two feet long. In fact, its name is "Xuanshuang Blade". It is made of black iron, black and cold, and extremely sharp. I don't know how many heroes there were in the past.
Qing Ming had once broken his sword and sunk in the sand under this piece of black iron. He didn't expect that he would use this sharp blade again thirty years later, and he was extremely shocked.
Han Feng exerted his "leap step" to the extreme, like a faint smoke, erratic, strange and unpredictable. A military thorn appeared and disappeared in his hand, full of murderous intent.
The "Cold Spurs" fighters outside the field were all shaken. Their feelings at this moment cannot be expressed by the word "shocked".
Long Tianxiang and Yun Zhong looked at each other blankly. Only today did they fully understand how high Han Feng's kung fu was.
Han Feng took the lead with one move, and the military spur rolled up a thousand snow waves to cover Qing Ming.
The sword energy was vertical and horizontal, and the light was like frost. The warm summer night seemed to have turned into an icy world. The green ginkgo leaves completed the annual rings of the season in the blink of an eye, and piece by piece, like withered yellow butterflies, floated from the branches.
Before it hit the ground, it was already stirred into thousands of raindrops by the sharp sword energy.
Qing Ming is worthy of being called "the best in the world". A piece of black iron is so magical in his hand that he is invincible to anyone who stands in his way. After only ten rounds, Qing Ming has regained his disadvantage and is fighting with Han Feng inextricably.
Han Feng slowly fell into the vortex of "Qing Ming Qi", his body skills gradually sluggish, and his attacks were not as sharp as before.
Qing Ming smiled, he knew that in a few moments, Han Feng would have to abandon his sword and surrender, otherwise, there would be only death.
Long Tianxiang and Yun Zhong's hands and feet were cold, and Qing Ming was far more terrifying than they expected. The "Cold Thorn" warriors couldn't help but look at each other in shock, and Qin Lan's beauty turned pale, and her heart was in her throat.
Only Xiao Bing's expression remained unchanged. He knew that no one in this world could kill Han Feng. No one else could, not even Qing Ming.
Han Feng seems to have become one with the military thorn, or in other words, he is an indestructible military thorn. The gods and ghosts are frightened by the cold light.
Qing Ming was secretly awestruck. Han Feng was so powerful that he had never expected.
Qing Ming's eyes turned cold, and the "Xuanshuang Blade" suddenly flew up, like a meteor piercing the sky, and rushed towards Han Feng. At the same time, he formed a secret hand seal, and the "God-killing Finger" was ready to attack. He had already calculated Han Feng's retreat.
, the sword in his right hand seemed real and illusory, but it was actually the "God-Killing Finger" on his left hand that really killed him. When Han Feng had to avoid it, the "God-Killing Finger" took the opportunity to kill him.
This is Qing Ming's sure-kill move. For decades, no one has been able to escape from his attack.
Naturally, Long Tianxiang and Yun Zhong knew how powerful it was, and they couldn't help but feel their livers and gallbladders bursting. They all rushed forward, preparing to risk their lives to save Han Feng.
At this moment, a bizarre situation occurred.
When Han Feng saw the "Xuanshuang Blade" slashing in front of him, he not only did not dodge, but instead took a step forward diagonally, just in time to meet the blade. With a "chila" sound, the "Xuanshuang Blade" slashed from Han Feng's left shoulder to the right.
The skin and flesh of the chest were rolled up, blood surged, and the blade was embedded in the sternum and stopped.
Qing Ming never expected that Han Feng would seek death on his own. The deadly "God-killing Finger" suddenly had no use. He couldn't help but feel startled, and the movements of his hands slowed down.
Han Feng was waiting for this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He flipped his right wrist, and a cold light flew across the sky, like the brightest shooting star in the sky, so gorgeous and beautiful that it took people's breath away.
Qing Ming only felt a strange coldness on his neck. The sharp military thorn had penetrated his throat, and hot blood spurted out along the triangular blood groove.
Qing Ming's eyes widened in disbelief, looking at the handsome and cold face in front of him. He opened his mouth and was about to say something. At this moment, his soul suddenly drifted away and he died.
The law of the jungle is not the only law of nature. Sometimes the strongest may not have the last laugh. Unfortunately, Qing Ming did not understand this truth until his death.
Han Feng endured the huge pain and pulled out the "Xuanshuang Blade" from his chest. His body was shaky. He knew that if he had only half a moment left, he would be the one lying on the ground at this moment.
When the "Xuanshuang Blade" suddenly appeared in his pupils, Han Feng knew that even if he could dodge the attack in front, he would never be able to dodge the fatal "God-killing Finger", so he simply put himself to death and survived, facing the blade himself, using
The heavy price was paid to disrupt Qing Ming's attack rhythm. As long as Qing Ming was stunned, he would have a chance to turn defeat into victory.
Qing Ming's reaction was as expected by Han Feng. Although this opportunity was fleeting, a little bit was enough, so Han Feng survived again.
This process sounds simple. In fact, without a wise mind, extraordinary courage and rich fighting experience, it is simply self-destruction. Unfortunately, Han Feng has exactly these three points, so the invincible Qing Ming is like this
Completely disappeared.
Long Tianxiang and Yun Zhong rushed forward to support Han Feng's body, feeling heartbroken.
Qin Lan ran up, crying and helping Han Feng's injuries as quickly as possible. Although the other soldiers were worried, none of them left their posts without permission. The enemy was facing a powerful enemy. They were "Cold Thorn" warriors, so they naturally knew what they should do.
What.
Han Feng's face was pale. He understood everyone's mood, so he smiled reluctantly and comforted: "Don't worry, I'm fine!"
Yun Zhong looked at Han Feng, with infinite admiration in his eyes. He suddenly understood the real reason why the "Cold Thorn Commando" was invincible. With a boss like Han Feng, who in the world would dare to compete with them?
Han Feng looked at the "ldh" and "Qixing Pavilion" personnel in the night, and shouted coldly: "Those who put down their weapons will not be held accountable; those who stubbornly resist will be killed without mercy!"
The killing of Qing Ming completely defeated the last line of defense in the heart of "ldh". Moreover, the "Cold Thorn Commando" was watching eagerly beside them. They would tear them into pieces just by giving an order. Every "ldh" soldier was chilled.
After hearing what Han Feng said, they all put down their weapons.
Yunzhong informed his brothers to take away "ldh" who gave up resistance.
Everyone in "Seven Star Pavilion" turned pale, they had realized their fate.
Wuyouzi felt unwilling and begged: "Captain Han, we are now wandering ghosts in the cauldron, can we show our respect for the sake of our fellow Taoists? I swear to Sanqing that from now on, I will change my mind and practice piety.
Don’t ask about the rights and wrongs of the mortal world anymore!”
Han Feng glanced at Wuyouzi, and suddenly there were snowflakes in his eyes. He waved his hand towards the "Cold Thorn Commando" and said coldly: "Kill them!"
Suddenly, gunshots like exploding beans tore into pieces the peaceful night of Qingcheng Mountain.