I draw red envelopes in Wanjie

Chapter 157 Eight Fat Sheep
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In the aftermath, five famous swords flew out and stuck on the ground, shaking constantly.

Immediately, everyone was thrown to the ground by the shock, vomiting blood.

This move is still automatic body protection, rebound attack.

However, because the cultivation base is too strong, a substantial shield appears, and the rebounding power is also terrifyingly strong.

Looking at the six people who were seriously injured, Chen Feng's long hair fluttered, and his powerful aura surged.

"The Eight Swords of the King of Yue, that's all."

He spoke lightly, with a proud look on his face.

One person blocked Seven Swords' assassination, and in turn seriously injured six people and trapped one person.

It is not arrogance that he is qualified to say such a thing, but a fact.

Black and white Xuanjian looked gloomy, before he had a chance to get close to this person, the other six were defeated.

It's useless for him to stay, leaving is the best choice.

Instead of approaching Chen Feng, he moved far away, wanting to destroy all the water dragons and leave here.

The blindfolded old man clutched his chest, moved his fingers on his body to control the injury, and used all his strength to force himself to stand up.

He stepped back a short distance and regretted, "Unexpectedly, you would be so strong. All of us were wrong."

"The eight swords of Yue Wang all came to assassinate me, which shows that you still attach great importance to me. If I don't make a breakthrough, today will be a disaster."

Chen Feng sneered, and his gaze stayed in the distance for a while.

Yan Lingji's face changed, and she said in amazement: "The Eight Swords of the King of Yue... are all here?"

The six people who were seriously injured also trembled, and this person was able to find the last person hiding in the dark.

Monsters!

In the darkness, a ghostly figure was stared at by Chen Feng, even though separated by a wall, he was still frightened.

"How did he find me?"

The spooky heart jumped, and he became flustered, and cold sweat could not help but appear on his forehead.

Originally, he was a character who hid aside and waited for an opportunity to make a move, but because Chen Feng was too powerful, he never had a chance to make a move.

Suddenly, he felt a great danger approaching.

boom!
The wall in front of him shattered and burned, and a flaming fist appeared, hitting him with a violent shock wave.

The cold sweat on the sprite's forehead evaporated, his pupils contracted, and in that instant, his body twisted, narrowly dodging the punch, and at the same time stabbed fiercely with the two swords in his hands.

Ding Ding!

His sword was easily blocked, while the power on the fist exploded.

In the flames, his whole body was blown away, smashed through a house, and stopped in embarrassment.

brush!
Chen Feng, dressed in black and white, unexpectedly appeared next to him again and punched him down.

He only had time to fold his swords horizontally, and Chen Feng's fist fell down.

when!
The two swords were bent, and the terrifying power was like a mountain pressing down. His sword was hit and fell on his body, and then with a bang, his whole body was pierced through the floor and hit the ground.

boom!
The ground collapsed and turned into a big pit. The sprite's chest was sunken, and the two swords crossed and fell into his body. The blood flow continued, causing him to be seriously injured on the spot.

Chen Feng appeared, grabbed the prey, took a step, the space changed, and he returned to the original place in an instant.

Take a shot from him, but deal with the enemy and return, but between three punches, it takes only two breaths.

The other six people did not have time to recover, and Black and White Xuanjian did not get rid of the siege of the water dragon.

Pfft!
Chen Feng threw the sprites on the ground, and said calmly: "Now the family is all together, and the Eight Swords of the King of Yue are all here, how good it is."

The six people, Zheri, Jingxi, Zhengang, Duanshui, Zhuanpo, and Miehun, stared blankly at the monster who was hurt more than them, and their hearts sank to the bottom of the valley.

They Yue Wang Ba Jian, the top group of killers in the net, all failed.

"Take a break too!"

Chen Feng turned his head to look at Black and White Xuan Jian, raised his hand and shook it slowly.

The water dragon flying in the air exploded, and Xuan Jian was in it, unable to dodge at all.

Every drop of water contained power, and the power of the twelve water dragons all rushed towards him.

Xuan Jian wanted to protect his body with sword energy, but he only blocked part of it, and soon he let out a snort, his clothes were torn and he was blasted into the ground.

The water flow turned into a cage, wrapping him in it, no matter how hard he struggled this time, he couldn't break free from the flexible water flow.

The people next to him felt turbulent waves in their hearts, just like this heavy rain, as the rain fell, ripples continued to be produced.

"The Eight Swords of the King of Yue will be removed from this name."

Wei Zhuang narrowed his eyes with a look of affirmation.

Holding an umbrella, Han Fei shrugged, looked at the invincible Chen Feng, and said, "Luo Wang suffered a heavy loss this time, I'm afraid he will go crazy."

The purple girl stared blankly at the proud Chen Feng with her crystal clear eyes, thought of many things, and sighed softly.

"The difference between Yue Wang Bajian and his strength is not just a tiny bit, but a world difference. This gap is enough to affect the situation in the world, and I am afraid that more people will be uneasy."

Gai Nie looked at Chen Feng solemnly: "If he has a heart for the world, no one can suppress him by force except gang fights."

The rain wetted the black crow's feathers, and in the dark pupils, there was a look of emotion: "The night should not be his enemy, and the net should not provoke him."

Bai Feng folded her arms and looked at Chen Feng with admiration: "My speed will never be as fast as his."

Yan Lingji was right next to Chen Feng, and witnessed everything with her own eyes, from Xuan Jian to appearing, but in the end she was caught, and she did nothing.

Even from the beginning to the end, she didn't get a drop of rain on her body. Chen Feng's strength was so strong that he could protect her perfectly while facing the Eight Swords of Yue Wang at the same time.

Is this her man? He is so powerful, so that people can safely hand over everything to the young master.

It's still raining, and it's getting heavier.

Chen Feng looked at the eight people with a playful look: "You should feel lucky, I am not a bloodthirsty person, and I cherish talents very much, so I will not kill you for the time being."

The eyes of the six people moved, and this man actually wanted to surrender them!

It's a pity that once you enter the net, it's as deep as the sea, and you're no longer a human being.

If they fall into the hands of Xuanming, they will face threats from both sides, the net will kill them, and Xuanming will control them.

Who would?

Whizzing!

The six people were not injured as badly as the monsters. After these few breaths, they had recovered some strength, got up and separated and fled in all directions.

However, an invisible barrier stood in front of them.

The wall of thought power!

They were immediately stopped as if they had hit a real wall, and at the same time, the compressed air exploded on them, shaking them back.

Brush brush!
Chen Feng's figure disappeared, and appeared next to the six people one after another. He moved his fingers and sealed the acupoints with his true energy.

At the same time, a blue talisman appeared out of thin air and landed on them, sealing the meridians in their bodies.

The acupoints and meridians were sealed, and the six people immediately turned into cripples, fell to the ground with a thud, and were covered in muddy water, in a state of embarrassment.

"Since I easily blocked your siege, how could I let you escape, you are my spoils of war."

Chen Feng sneered, Yuewang Bajian, a top killer, is also a master of swordsman, his strength, swordsmanship, and various methods are what he values.

Wouldn't it be a pity that such fat eight sheep should not be used to pluck their wool to improve their cultivation and add new methods?

(End of this chapter)