"The East Leopard of Mantis Fist? I forgot to tell you that I, Zheng Jiajun, has a nickname called Blood Knife. It means that once the knife is unsheathed, it will not return without blood. Have you thought about it, can you continue to hold this beam with the handrail?"

Hearing Zheng Jiajun say this, Heihou Feng Quan frowned and thought:

Zheng Jiajun is trying to see blood. I wonder if Dongbao can hold on.

But the words had already been said and the person had gone out. I was embarrassed to let the apprentice retreat again. Feng Quan said with a hint of worry:

"Tongbao, take the guy, be careful."

He reached out and pulled out a thick-backed knife from behind, and he was overwhelmed. The strong man Dongbao said without caring:

"Master, don't worry, Dongbao, I haven't encountered a decent opponent since I broke through to my internal strength. I'll take a good look at it today."

While speaking, he stepped on the ground with his feet, and as the floor shaking, the giant two-meter-high body penetrated forward. With a sudden wave of his right hand, the knife behind the mountain like a door-board swept across the bloody knife like a high-speed train.

"Hehe" sneered, Zheng Jiajun's body suddenly burst into three steps and then rushed forward with lightning, instantly returning to the origin, as if he had not left. The moment he flashed through the sword behind Kaishan, he slashed the long sheath knife and rushed straight to the giant man's chest.

The giant man Dongbao faced Zheng Jiajun's speed as fast as a flint was not expected. He shook his wrists and his arms in a hurry. The powerful force trembled into the thick-backed knife. With the "buzzing" sound, the huge back of the knife was smashed from above and down, trying to smash the long sheath-wearing knife that was rushing.

But when Zheng Jiajun sneered, he suddenly stabbed his scabbard and slapped his sword before the Kaishan Thick Back Knife hit him.

With a "sniff", the sheath-like thorn sound of the long sheath-worn knife had already scratched the chest of the giant man Dong Leopard. The giant man Dong Leopard screamed suddenly and then retreated, trying to avoid the danger of opening the belly.

But the blood knife Zheng Jiajun raised his left hand like lightning, like a bored bullet, accurately hitting the last part of the handle of the sheathed knife.

The force that appeared instantly directly hit the sheathed sword and suddenly accelerated forward. With the "splash", a wound that was one inch deep was cut on the chest of the giant man Dong Leopard, and the red blood was like a stream of springs.

The giant man Dongleon rolled backwards in an instant. Just two moves were fought, and the giant man Dongleon was almost opened by the blood knife Zheng Jiajun.

Although he avoided his life worries, the stabbing of the knife also seriously injured him. He must not fight again.

He shouted like a thunderbolt, "Stop!" and suddenly spit out in the mouth of the black monkey Fengquan.

He never expected that the big disciple who broke through to the elementary level of internal strength would be defeated in two moves.

Of course, this is directly related to the lack of fighting experience for the giant man Dongbao.

In the moment of the fight, Black Monkey Feng Quanyi had already judged that his opponent's cultivation was at least above him. But the fight had already begun, and Black Monkey was about to push up.

After the Blood Knife Zheng Jiajun succeeded in one move, he did not continue to chase and kill. After all, his target was Wu Da, and the people of the Mantis Fist Sect who intervened did not want to fight to the death. The best result was to force retreat.

Zheng Jiajun's lips curled up and said with a faint smile:

"What? Master Feng, do you still want to intervene and fight again? You have thought about it, I already showed mercy just now

Then, otherwise your apprentice can retire alive?"

Her face twitched slightly, and her cheeks, which were originally as thin as orange, showed a bitter smile. Black Monkey Feng Quan arched his hands and said:

"Master Zheng, you have good cultivation. Thank you for your mercy in advance."

Seeing that the big disciple who was invited to help him was instantly bleeding and defeated, Wu Da's face suddenly turned black and green, which was also frightened. He was angry that the level of the disciple who invited the helper to help him was so poor that he was defeated after a meeting. He was frightened because he looked at the situation and wanted to withdraw.

Wu Da quickly stopped the conversation between the Black Monkeys, "Master Feng, you have received a reward, and you will not give up halfway, right?"

Regarding Wu Da's words of stopping, Heihou Feng Quanyi glared at Wu Da fiercely and said:

"Boss Wu, don't worry, since the reward has been received, I will give you an explanation."

Then the black monkey Feng Quanyi said to Zheng Jiajun with a stern expression:

"Master Zheng, I can't help but be in the world. Before you come, I have already received a reward. The word "trust" in the world is the first, and I, Feng Quanyite, comes to ask for advice."

"Hehe, it's easy to say, but the fists are ruthless, the sword is eyeless, Master Feng, if you hurt you, don't blame me for the blood sword Zheng Jiajun."

"Don't worry, today we will fight each other. No matter what the winner is, the winner is, the winner is, and I will never complain."

Heihou Feng Quanyi turned his head and ordered several disciples under his sect:

"Listen to you, today's battle is my fight with the Blood Knife Zheng Jiajun. No matter whether you win or lose, die or suffer, you must not return the master's sect, nor do you have to seek revenge again. In this battle, life and death are destined to be rich and noble in heaven."

After the explanation, the black monkey Feng Quan stretched out his hand and showed off his unique weapon - the black steel monkey claws. However, he saw the front end of the monkey claws made of black steel about one meter long, and the five shiny iron fingers were bent like minions, causing a strong wind to blew up when waving.

With a "cang" sound, the blood knife Zheng Jiajun's long sheathed sword was deshewn out, and a ray of white silk flashed out in the sunlight shot through the window. The blood chains hidden in the white silk were like evil ghosts with their mouths open, which was breathtaking in the sad roar.

The sheath flashed the knife, and the red and white blood knife shook and trembled in Zheng Jiajun's hands, shaking blood-red waves. It rolled up in a scattered manner, swallowing the black monkey's figure into the white shadow plasma.

The series of collisions were very similar to the fireworks in the first month of the year. They rang densely and quickly in the hall on the third floor. Two lightning-like figures crossed left and right, up and down, as if dozens of people were fighting together in an instant.

A series of swords and claws were chopping, and the black shadows and white clothes mixed into a ball, a ball of gloomy and cold nirvana light.

The Black Monkey and Blood Knife fight together is a life-and-death battle.

The unique skills were frequently used, and the fierce moves flashed violently, as if it was a few seconds, or maybe ten minutes. In everyone's eyes, only flying figures flashed and appeared in the air on the third floor.

While his eyes were still chasing the last disappearing black shadow, the monkey claws had arrived in front of Zheng Jiajun; while his eyes were still looking for the end of the Bailian curve in the air, the blood knife had already brought a trace of blood.

Once they fought, Black Monkey Feng Quanyi immediately felt the gap between the two.

Logically speaking, the Blood Knife Zheng Jiajun and Heihou Feng Quan are both warriors with great internal strength, and there should be little difference between victory and defeat.

But the experience and experience of Blood Knife fighting between life and death for many years is not like the Black Monkey who practices daily.

Often, before the black monkey can use the second move, the blood knife has already judged the direction of the monkey claws to attack, which is due to the experience of fighting.

If this battle process is followed, the black monkey will lose

It's just a difference in time.

Although he had already been prepared to lose, the pride of a warrior who had become powerful in his internal strength made Heihou dare to fight a life-threatening blow.

The moment the body took off, the black monkey Feng Quanyi suddenly shouted, using his scaffolding and limbs, and his body, which was originally as thin as a monkey, rotated backwards by 360 degrees.

Amid the "huhu" wind, the black monkey Feng Quanyi's limbs were completely opened, and with the rapid rotation, it turned into a violently rolling fan.

The chest is the fulcrum, the limbs are fan blades, and the black steel monkey claws become the fastest sharp point of the fan blade, bringing black shadows to the top of the blood knife.

During Huhe, the black fan suddenly fell, and the strong wind that was as sharp as a knife covered the blood knife.

In the moment of covering, the black steel monkey claws exploded, just like the sun protruding from the ground in the early morning, emitting cold lights. The condensed point of these black cold lights is the blood knife Zheng Jiajun.

Facing the Black Monkey's deathly attack, Zheng Jiajun remained as stable as Mount Tai, and his internal strength was constantly sprayed into the blood knife, driving the blood on the knife to wander back and forth like a living swimming fish on the knife.

He raised his head up, looked up, put his left hand in his right hand, and put his hands together, and suddenly used the "strength force to cut Huashan" move, but the sword force that originally slashed from top to bottom to top turned from bottom to top.

But with one force, one move, one can defeat ten thousand ways, and you can let thousands of troops and horses be killed by one.

After a loud "touch", Feng Quanyi's rolling thin body rotated continuously in the air. Every time the rotating tool sprinkled blood, forming a firework-like splendor in the air, but the price of this splendor was failure and helplessness.

As he approached the wall, the black monkey Feng Quanyi stopped his rolling figure, and a long scar from the upper left to the lower right appeared in front of everyone. The white one was fat and the red one was blood, which instantly covered the black monkey's chest.

The sound of aches of pain continued to come from the mouth of the black monkey, wanting to stand up like a hero, but the serious injury of the knife made Feng Quanyi bend down his front waist.

In this battle, Blood Knife won and Black Monkey lost.

When the black monkey's body was splashed in the air, Wu Da, the boss of the Sui City gangster, looked desperate, and he roared wildly: "Kill me!"

Before he finished speaking, six figures scattered around rushed towards the Blood Knife Zheng Jiajun like a tiger. These six gold medal thugs under Wu Da’s men. They can be the king of Sui City. These six gold medal thugs are of great contribution.

The six gold medal thugs held six military spears with blood troughs, and killed themselves at Zheng Jiajun, the blood knife in the field. The six spears brought up six cold lights and suddenly gathered towards the center point in the field.

"Haha" As the blood knife Zheng Jiajun turned up, "Boss Wu, you really have no one anymore. You actually asked six such wastes to attack me?"

The sound is echoing, the body is rotating, and a series of hands and feet are hit.

Before the six gold medal thugs approached, eight punches and eight kicks were distributed in proportion to the six gold medal thugs. With the continuous muffled groans, the six tall bodies came and went in a hurry and fell out of the arena in six directions.

Suddenly, nine cold stars flashed in front of the Blood Knife Zheng Jiajun, three cold stars on the upper, left and right, forming three fonts to cover Zheng Jiajun.

During the crisis, Zheng Jiajun shouted angrily, and the blood knife moved up and down in his hands, spreading its left and right, and a dense sword shadow spread in front of him.

The collision sounds of "ding ding dangdang" sounded in succession, and a stream of iron foam with bright light splashed around the blood knife.

The one who took action was the short and long-haired man behind Wu Da, who was also Wu Da's ultimate bodyguard - Shadow Xiaoda.

(End of this chapter)
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