The strong momentum made the hearts of the warriors on the scene beating violently with the attack of the war dragon.

At this moment, they felt this powerful murderous intent tempered from the sea of ​​swords and blood. It was a strong fighting spirit that they had never experienced before. It was as sharp as a sharp machete, which was to block the eyes of

Everything was cut off.

At this moment, their eyes at Chen Fei also turned into excitement, bloodthirst and pleasure with this momentum.

In their eyes, they seemed to have seen this rapidly rising number one master in the provincial capital, who died under the fierce offensive of Zhanlong.

At this time, even Wei Jinlong and Zhu Qing in the audience could not help but change their faces, and their faces were filled with worry.

"How could this Zhanlong be so powerful?"

"Zhanlong's momentum is too fierce and his murderous intent is too strong. Can Mr. Chen really stop it?"

………

For a moment, even Wei Jinlong, who was the most trusted Chen Fei, could not help but slam in his heart.

At this moment, the war dragon's aura reached its peak, and it thundered like a surging dragon, and rushed towards Chen Fei frantically. The war dragon's roar also reached an extreme with this momentum, "Chen Fei

,I tell you, the blood of the enemy is the smell of death!”

"Now, you are ready to welcome your death!"

Amid the huge roar, Zhanlong's fists were as powerful as a rainbow, making a roar like a giant dragon, roaring and roaring towards Chen Fei. The sharp murderous intent and bloody light seemed to be about to turn Chen.

Flying completely swallowed.

Seeing that Chen Fei was about to be overwhelmed by this huge wave of momentum, a red light suddenly burst out from Chen Fei's body.

The light burst out from Chen Fei's fingertips, then quickly stretched and grew, and finally turned into a burning sword. The sword raised with Chen Fei's arm, and when it reached the apex of the air,

Slashed down in the air.

A red light instantly slashed through the sky, cutting a crack in the surging momentum of the war dragon. Then, the crack was torn open, ignited by the red flames, and continued to burn and spread.

The crazy Zhanlong felt this power and his body stiffened. Then the muscles on his face kept twitching, his arms trembled violently, and he emitted layers of energy, resisting Chen Fei's attack frantically.

But the sharp red sword was like a meteor passing through the night sky, and its speed was getting faster and faster, and it could not be stopped at all.

Zhan Long felt a great pressure hit him, put his arms in front of him to resist the attack from the void. The muscles on his body kept trembling, his skin began to crack, and a trace of blood gushed out of the crack.

In this situation, the warriors who were just marveling at the powerful war dragon were completely stunned, and they didn't understand what was going on for a moment.

"All attacks, come and help!" It was not until Zhan Long let out a painful roar that everyone came to their senses.

The first one to rush over were the more than 20 foreign warriors from the Firebird Mercenary Group brought by Zhan Long. They were all loyal to Zhan Long, and they rushed towards Chen Fei frantically without caring about their lives.

A touch of energy and various weapons, like raindrops, hit Chen Fei with crackling sounds.

Chen Fei flicked his left hand gently, slapped a wall of air in front of him, and directly slapped the attacks. Then he gently stroked his fingertips, and a red light suddenly appeared across the air, with a sharp sword-like light,

Skip through these foreign warriors.

Their bodies were instantly split in half, and half of them slid down, and fell to the ground with a snap, covered with blood.

Suddenly, it caused a look of horror.

However, before they could come back to their senses, Chen Fei's next attack came again. The sharp long flame sword, like the sickle of the god of death, kept harvesting by, cutting off the foreign warriors of these Firebird Mercenary Group.

In less than three minutes, all the foreign warriors who had recently shown their power near Hannan City died at Chen Fei's hands and had no ability to resist.

Those warriors who stood on the rostrum and enthusiastically surrendered to the Dragon War. They were originally a little eager to try and considered whether to help. However, when they saw the scene, they were completely stunned. They shrank their necks and hid back. They were basically

I dare not make any noise, let alone help me.

Zhan Long, who gritted his teeth and persisted, saw that his more than 20 subordinates were easily slaughtered by Chen Fei, had an incredible look in his eyes, and he gritted his teeth and stared at Chen Fei, "You, who are you? You have achieved it."

What realm did you have?”

"You don't need to know this!" Chen Fei said lightly, pressing his right hand gently down, and the burning flame sword slashed down again, cutting a bloody mouth between Zhan Long's arms, and continuing to go deeper

.

Zhanlong felt this unstoppable force and felt the breath of death approaching him. Suddenly, a strong sense of fear surged into his heart. He shouted wildly: "I admit defeat, I admit defeat! Please, let it go

Pass by me.”

Chen Fei kept his right hand moving, continued to slash down, and said coldly: "This is not a competition, this is life and death. When you use the people around me to threaten me, your death is already destined."

The sharp sword had cut off Zhan Long's arm and slashed towards Zhan Long's shoulders, dripping blood.

Zhan Long endured the severe pain and gritted his teeth and begged for mercy, "I was wrong. I shouldn't threaten you. I admit my mistake. I apologize to you. No matter what you want, I promise you, just ask you to let me go.

.”

Chen Fei said coldly: "There is only one I want, that is - I want you to die."

After saying that, Chen Fei used his arm and the long sword of flames slashed down. Blood and fire pierced into Zhanlong's body, taking away his breath of life. All he had left was the last roar, "If you kill me, you will regret it."

Yes, our Firebird Mercenary Group will not let you go, they will avenge me."

"Stir", the sharp sword completely slashed the war dragon into two, completely losing its breath of life.

The blood stimulated the flaming sword, as if it made the flames on the sword burn more vividly, with a little more bright blood, which made people tremble in their hearts.

At this time, Chen Fei flicked his finger gently, and the long sword of flame turned into energy and dissipated in the air.

A gentle expression appeared on the corner of Chen Fei's mouth, and he walked gently to Wei Ling, hugged Wei Ling, who was frightened, and comforted softly: "Sister Ling, I'm here, it's okay!"

After being hugged by Chen Fei and feeling the warm breath, Wei Ling came to her senses. Looking up at Chen Fei's smiling familiar face, tears could no longer be suppressed, and she dripped like raindrops.
Chapter completed!