urban wolf

"I've already given you half an hour, Zhan?" The pope in red floated down from the tree, stood in front of Ye Feng, and asked coldly.

"Let's fight." The one who should come will still come, Ye Feng just finished speaking, the long sword was thrust aside, before the pope in red could react, an arc broke through the ground, cutting through the void and heading towards the red Pope Yi shot it, and dust flew everywhere.

There was a loud sound of "touch", the pope in red crossed his hands to protect his chest, and was hit by Ye Feng's astonishingly fast kick, kicking with all his strength, more than a thousand catties, the pope in red was kicked nearly ten feet Mi, one blow worked. Ye Feng, who never backed down, took advantage of the victory and pursued him. In the night, he could only vaguely see a blurry figure flashing across the air, and then the pope in red retreated again and again.

Later, the red-clothed leader finally successfully blocked Ye Feng's continuous wave of kick after kick.

"Are you just hiding your strength?" The pope in red asked angrily.

Ye Feng didn't speak but just smiled evilly, and forced back the mouthful of blood from his throat, this person is too strong, even the shock force shook him like this, but Ye Feng is confident that his injury will never be light to myself.

Ye Feng gritted his teeth, and rushed forward again, but this time the pope in red was obviously ready, he avoided Ye Feng's fierce punch, and stretched out his hand to grab Ye Feng's arm, but he didn't know that this time it hit Ye Feng's arms.

Ye Feng retracted his fist in time, held the hand of the pope in red, and with the other hand he picked up the pope's waist and ribs, and kicked his ankle with his toe. However, his own strength couldn't keep up, and he was powerless at this time. The Pope in red abruptly flicked his hands away, suddenly pulled Ye Feng's shoulders and leaned back, then pinched Ye Feng's wrist, and shouted angrily , Ye Feng was thrown back over his shoulder forcefully by him, hitting the ground, and he was also thrown back by this huge inertia, his body bent into a huge half-moon shape.

With a sound of "Boom", Ye Feng was thrown down behind the red-clothed pope, but Ye Feng landed first with both feet. The grasped wrist turned softly, it was Tai Chi's late attack, and it stuck to the wrist of the pope in red. With the help of a generation, the pope in red was thrown into the sky.

Ye Feng's knees, which were deeply buried in the soil, bent, and then straightened suddenly. With this momentum, he shot straight at the red-clothed pope in the air. There was no way to effectively stop Ye Feng from chasing and killing him. Defensive posture, waiting for the attack to come.

However, this was just Ye Feng's thoughts, the moment he was about to meet the red-clothed pope, Ye Feng suddenly saw the fierceness in the red-clothed pope's eyes, but it was too late to stop him.

The pope in red punched Ye Feng like a ghost, straight to Ye Feng's abdomen, Ye Feng's abdomen shrank violently, this round did not hurt his internal organs, but he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The punch failed to reach the target, the red-clothed pope became furious, coldly stretched out the other hand, clasped Ye Feng's shoulder firmly, and fell down. Ye Feng had already guessed the red-clothed pope's next move. The moment he landed, Instantly turned to the side, and the red pope's feet stepped on Ye Feng's previous position fiercely, it was just a Chinese martial arts jackhammer.

Ye Feng was furious, stretched out his hands and dragged the feet of the red-clothed pope, roaring and pulled them aside, the red-clothed pope lost his center of gravity and fell to the ground, Ye Feng used the most basic military boxing move He wanted to hit the pope in red with an elbow, but he effectively blocked it.

Seeing that Ye Feng couldn't fight, he hurriedly retreated to the side.He casually touched the blood in his mouth, and looked at the red-clothed Pope who was forced into a panic by himself, his heart was full of vigilance.

The pope in red took off his red robe, took off a big sword from his back, and pointed it at Ye Feng.

Lightly sticking the Longyuan Sword with your fingers, the Longyuan Sword made a burst of clear sounds as if it had a spirituality.

The red-clothed Pope pointed straight at Ye Feng's chest with his sword, and Ye Feng's Longyuan sword rushed out. His hands looked slow, but in fact they drew a circle with lightning speed, and his body retreated abruptly, breaking a circle that contained yin and yang. Two, break again, and then generate again. When the momentum of the sword of the red-clothed leader finally weakened, the Longyuan sword just happened to swing into Ye Feng's hand.

At this time, a throwing knife was slashed and shot straight at the face of the pope in red. The pope in red had obscene pupils, and raised his head to avoid the throwing knife, but for the pope in red, he was not affected at all. The sword still thrust out, Ye Feng hastily swiped the sword point downwards from the top, shaking off the sword that the red pope didn't have much strength, and quickly retreated backwards, but who would have known that the red pope got up and pounced again, Ye Feng's Tai Chi sword was not well practiced, and its strength was far inferior to that of the Red Clothes Pope. His heart tightened, and he suddenly retreated to one side, using the sword as a knife, and suddenly slashed at the Red Clothes Pope. He actually wanted to use a weapon. Sharp wins.

The pope in red was also confident in his weapon, and greeted him with a sneer, "Bang", the sound of huge metal handover resounded through the night.

The big sword in the hand of the Pope in red was broken, but the Longyuan sword in Ye Feng's hand was shaken and flew away.

The smile on the face of the leader in red became even colder. He rushed to Ye Feng and punched Ye Feng in the ribs. Holding the broken sword in his backhand, he drew a shocking wound on Ye Feng's chest. His ribs were broken, and he didn't know where the broken bone hit. The painful Ye Feng temporarily forgot to dodge, kicked away by the pope in red, lying on the ground and gliding for more than ten meters before stopping, the blood in his mouth was like He spat out like a spring, and there was a sound of piercing through the air. Ye Feng watched helplessly as the red-clothed pope leaped above him, and stabbed himself with the broken sword in both hands.

"Ye Feng, don't do it." A burst of crying came from Ye Feng's ears, and he threw dozens of throwing knives, but they didn't block the aura of the red-clothed pope.

Seeing Die Wu running towards him quickly, the scene of Ming Xiaoyue blocking the sword for him appeared before Ye Feng's eyes like a nightmare, his mind went blank, he forgot the pain all over his body, he let out another roar, and his figure ejected again He stood up and met the broken sword.Regardless of the fact that the blade of the sword had penetrated his body, he wrapped his arms tightly around the back of the red-clothed pope and bit the neck of the red-clothed pope. In order to make him die sooner, he sucked his throat blood spurting out.

At this time Die Wu had already rushed up, holding a throwing knife in his hand, and ruthlessly inserted it into the head of the Pope in red.

After the person in his arms died, Ye Feng let go of his mouth and said in a trembling voice: "Die Wu, you came in time, haha." With tears all over his face, Die Wu helped Ye Feng struggle to sit up, Pulled out the knife stuck on the head of the pope in red, cut off the hand holding the knife of the pope in red, pushed the body aside, choked up and said: "Ye Feng, how are you, what are you doing, what should I do, what should I do now? What should I do?"