Chapter 70 Kill one person in ten steps, see the white shirt on the road

In just one step, he left the central painting and came to the shore of Feishui. At this time, both Nangong Hui and Lin Yalan were extremely shocked by the strength of the apocalypse. Zhao Feng looked at the killers in the world as if nothing in the world could disturb him.

Then he threw Lin Yalan to Nangong Hui and said, "I'm optimistic, I have sealed his cultivation"

When Nangong Hui, who was shocked by the strength of the apocalypse, reacted, Lin Yalan was already in her arms. Suddenly, a faint fragrance came into her nose, which made Nangong Hui's face suddenly appear flushed and said in his heart, "Shock, shock, now is not the time to think about those things"

Zhao Feng ignored that Nangong Hui just pulled out the wooden sword in his hand, because there were some things that must be fought. This time, he traveled all the way east to stabilize his realm between the world in his body, and also to unlock the guidance of the knot brother in his heart who was injured for the Song Dynasty. The unconscious uncle and Wu Si let Zhao Feng know his heart. It's not so strong and cold.

And the senior brother knew that he would be injured this time and left a letter to himself in advance to make himself more guilty. After seeing the appearance of the letter, Zhao Feng knew that he could not live up to his brother's trust.

First, Zhongzhou accidentally found that there was no way to ignore the conspiracy of the king of Chu. The Song Dynasty now needs stability and time for the other party's wilderness, Buddhism and Qingtian gods.

When the world killer on the shore of Feishui saw Zhao Feng pull out the wooden sword around his waist, he did not hesitate to attack and kill him directly. Zhao Feng stepped out of Nangong Ash followed.

All the killer attacks in the world who took ten steps in a row failed, and Zhao Feng just gently hit one of the killers with a sword. Then the killer flew out and spit out a mouthful of blood and lay on the ground with less breath.

The shore of Feishui is ten miles away from the Nangong family, and Zhao Feng and Nangong Hui or Lin don't know how many human killers there are hidden in this road.

And those killers did not kill one person and were still afraid to kill Zhao Feng and Nangong Hui one after another. At this time, Zhao Feng's face was still plain and strange. These killers were the same in their eyes, and Nangong Hui was calm because of Zhao Feng's existence.

Every ten steps taken by Zhao Feng, a killer would fall to the ground and die. At this time, the shore of Fei Shui was full of talking about the smell of blood. The white shirt on Zhao Feng's body was still not stained with any blood, and more than ten killers in the world had died.

After all, the killer in the world is much better than the dead man trained by the family or the family. There is no wavering in his eyes because of the death of his companions and the strong man of the apocalypse. While attacking and killing Zhao Feng, there are still countless killers waiting for the opportunity to give Zhao Feng a fatal blow.

Some of these killers are in the realm of Dongxuan, and some are innate realms. They rely on the number of people to consume the true qi in Zhao Feng's body, but they don't know that Zhao Feng and another person born in the college are also fearless masters.

Tianshu practice will never be afraid of the exhaustion of the true qi in their bodies, because after they reach the realm of destiny, the heavenly calligraphy in their bodies is absorbing the aura of heaven and earth all the time.

Halfway through the ten-mile long street has been gone. At this time, the whole shore of Feishui has been covered with the smell of blood, and there have been countless blood stains on the ground. The wooden sword in Zhao Feng's hand seems to be harmless, but every time he points on the killer, he will make the killer spit blood and die. Although there is no scene of hands and feet flying all over the sky, such a heavy smell of blood still makes Nangong Hui and Lin Yalan feel disgusting.

Zhao Feng is still as calm as he began. There is no expression on his face. No one knows why Zhao Feng is so calm. Even the hearts of the killers in the world have begun to shake.

More than 30 killers in the world have died, and their own attacks still do not fall on the opponent. Even the people protected by the other party have not attacked themselves. The most important thing is that they have not seen the other party's real exhaustion at all. How can they fight? Even the best trained killer assassins have the impulse to scold.

Although the hearts of the killers in the world are shaken, this mission must not fail, because the lives of Nangong Hui and this teenager of unknown origin must be killed by the upper class.

At this time, Zhao Feng, while running the heavenly book practice in his heart and understanding the blood evil spirit around him, he still slowly walked to the Nangong family like a walk.

At this time, although the other three branches and the white-shirted teenager in the Nangong family have left, there are still some people from the three branches guarding the injured Nangong Lie and others.

The owner of the three branches at the end of Fei Shui'an and the white-shirted teenager stood there quietly looking at Zhao Feng and others who were not far away from him, and their eyes frowned.

"It's really the strong man of the apocalypse," said the white-shirted teenager.

"Holy Son, what should I do? I didn't expect that a Nangong branch family would have the existence of a strong apocalypse," the head of the Oriental family said worriedly. After all, these people have the highest realm of the Holy Son, but they still have not reached the top of their destiny.

Every ten steps Zhao Feng must fall down three or four killers in the world, and now these killers can't stop Zhao Feng's progress at all. At this time, the whole long street has been covered with blood.

Zhao Feng, a ten-mile road on the Feishui Bank, took Nangong Hui and Lin Yalan for an hour to finally finish or kill the end of the Fei Shui Bank. At this moment, Fei Shui Bank has long been covered by the thick smell of blood, showing the battle here.

At the end of the road, I saw the white shirt. Zhao Feng, Nangong Hui and Lin Yalan looked at the head of the three families and the white-shirted teenager standing at the end of the Feishui bank. At this moment, there was a different look on his face. Zhao Feng was still very calm, while Nangong Hui was full of anger and surprise. Lin Yalan was surprised.

"Since you really did something to the Nangong family," Nangong Hui said irrationally.

"Why not? You must be clear about the reason why the adult wants to eradicate the Nangong family," said the head of the Oriental branch family.

"Aren't you afraid of the anger of the one in Lin'an City?" Nangong Hui said, "You are still so naive," said the head of the Ding family.

"You" Nangong Hui said and then shut up because he suddenly thought that if the King of Chu had not been fully prepared, he would not attack the Nangong family, and the prime minister in Lin'an City must not know the purpose of the King of Chu.

It's just that they were wrong in their hearts and the king of Chu. The emperor had long known that the conspiracy of the first king of Chu in Zhongzhou was only because of Gu Lian's brotherhood and pretended not to know. He also wanted to give the king of Chu a chance and a chance to the prince of the other seven states, but they did not care about the interests of the court at all but tried to seek the throne.

At this time, Zhao Feng and the holy son of the world were looking at each other. Zhao Feng's expression was still so plain, but the wooden sword in his hand exuded a trace of apocalypse, while the holy son of the world was in the realm. Although Zhao Feng was half an apocalypse, he met the person who entered the apocalypse in the real transnational step. It is necessary to be vigilant.

There is no strong apocalypse in the world now. If the Holy Son enters the realm of Apocalypse, it will definitely bring another glory to the world. It's just a simple but extremely difficult step. I don't know how many geniuses are stopped by which step to die. It's just a half-step apocalypse.

Zhao Feng was nervous because he found that the holy son in the world in front of him was not simple. Although he only had the strength of the apocalypse, he might be able to make a fatal blow in the realm of enlightenment that day after the real battle. You know, the killers in the world are all the way to kill by the way of killing.

The way of killing, combined with the apocalypse that has been passed down for hundreds of years in the world, it is completely possible to hurt Zhao Feng, and it is a fatal injury. So now, although Zhao Feng is calm on the surface, he also maintains enough vigilance in his heart.

And there are killers in the dark around, and the holy son of the world will definitely find an opportunity to give himself a direct blow.

A white shirt without wind automatically entered the darkness secretly, and Zhao Feng also slowly became serious.

At this time, both Nangong Hui and Dongfang Qiu slowly retreated because they knew that the real battle had begun.