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Chapter 201 The Power of the Monstrous Prince! (1)

It belongs to the evil prince. .strength! (1)

Among the people rushing over were men and women, old and young.

Among them, a middle-aged woman with outstanding charm, saw the young man who had fallen on the ground, and screamed, she rushed forward and supported his body, "Longer, Longer, mother's good Longer... ..."

"Clan master, he was the one who injured the young master!" The little follower who had just left to call someone pointed at Shen Fengchu.

The middle-aged man in a brocade robe looked at his son on the ground distressedly, then turned to look at Shen Fengchu, with a stern voice, "Who are you, why did you hurt my son?!"

Shen Fengchu took a step forward and stood slightly to the left in front of Yunchu.

That is to say, she can be kept safe at any time without blocking her beauty.

"Because he deserves to fight!"

He opened his mouth lightly, but his attitude was somewhat similar to Yun Chu's.

Because it is calm, it is taken for granted, and because it is taken for granted, it becomes more and more domineering and arrogant.

His son was beaten, and the other party was still so arrogant, no one would be able to stay calm under such circumstances, not to mention, Duan Qingfeng, the head of the Qingcheng faction, had a bad temper.

With a bang, Duan Qingfeng had already pulled out the saber from his waist, and pointed the tip of the saber straight at Shen Fengchu, "Come up and die!"

Sure enough, like a father, like a son, this one, like a son, is a straightforward man.

As a direct descendant of the Qingcheng faction, Duan Qingfeng, who can't walk yet and has started practicing swordsmanship, his accomplishments in swordsmanship must not be underestimated.

Just as soon as he made a move, a sharp saber aura poured out from the saber body. On the green bee saber ranked eighth, second only to the seventh fish dragon sword, there was a faint green light in a circle , The blade vibrated even more hummingly.

Shen Fengchu cupped her fists, "Master Duan, please!"

Yun Chu felt his calmness, which was the calmness before the war, and she guessed that this night, he should be here for this person.

Duan Qingfeng snorted coldly, raised his arm and swung the saber.

The Green Bee Knife swung out like electricity, drawing a cyan light and shadow in the air, like a cyan lightning.

The Qingcheng School mainly focuses on the study of saber techniques, and does not pay attention to gorgeous moves. The most important thing about saber techniques is to pay attention to three words - fast, accurate, and ruthless!

This type of poisonous bee sting really brought these three words to the extreme.

The lightning-fast knife accurately pierced the night sky, and directly hit Shen Fengchu's chest - where the heart was - just like a poisonous bee stabbing hard, if it hits, it will kill him with one knife.

One step behind is Yun Chu, Shen Fengchu cannot retreat.

If you can't retreat, then enter.

So, he took a step forward, like dancing, and turned around gently.

The Green Bee Knife brushed against Shen Fengchu's clothes and hair, and the powerful saber air made his clothes and hair flutter high.

Duan Qingfeng backhanded, the knife stabbed in slash.

Shen Fengchu avoided again.

After two misses, Duan Qingfeng suddenly let out a soft whistle from his lips, and his whole body also rushed up, and then stabbed backwards.

The Green Bee Knife trembled violently, and let out a humming sound, as if a swarm of bees was dancing wildly, and the shadows of the knives instantly turned into countless numbers, enveloping Shen Fengchu in it.

This style is exactly the most powerful sword technique in the Qingcheng School - the wild dance of bees.

At that moment, the Green Bee Knife in Duan Qingfeng's hand seemed to turn into ten, hundreds, thousands... A cyan blade light flashed in the air, and every blade light revealed a strong killing intent.

Yun Chu frowned slightly.

Shen Fengchu retreated again, because the speed was too fast, the red clothes and black hair were raised high, and in the night, like a blood lotus of different colors blooming enchantingly in the shadow of a knife.

(End of this chapter)