After a moment of fighting, Jiang Feng had roughly determined that the opponent's strength was just around the acquired realm, which was the level he had just broken through to the fifth level of Wuji True Art, but he still didn't dare to be careless because he still faintly noticed a trace of dangerous aura.

Facing the sword of the remnant sword, Jiang Feng slapped out with a palm, using the mystery of the Wuji True Art "Beng" technique. This palm was like a surging wave, containing endless power, slapped towards the remnant sword.

With a crisp sound, the broken sword was directly broken into two sections. This time, the broken sword really became the broken sword. The blade fell on the hard concrete road, and the other part appeared in Jiang Feng's hands while Jiang Feng waved it.

Jiang Feng sneered a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and he stepped forward with his right foot, and a strong aura burst out from him, and the broken sword in his right hand was cut out.

Feeling Jiang Feng's aura, the four people's faces changed drastically. The three people who wanted to watch the show came quickly. All the auras on their bodies burst out. It was an extreme murderous aura. At a glance, you could tell that there were not hundreds or dozens of people who died in the hands of the other party.

The perverted woman was the most powerful. She had her slender hands, her nails were slender, and she was sharper than the blade. Her five fingers formed claws, and she wanted to take out her heart from behind Jiang Feng.

The other man was wearing a loose black coat, but he could still see his slightly bulging muscles. His fist was as big as a grapefruit. He rushed over from Jiang Feng's left, raised his fist, and smashed it down like an iron hammer.

On the right is a shorter man in black. A scimitar of only about five or six inches was cut out from the cuff. It fell into his hand. There was a circle on the hilt of the scimitar that happened to be on the other party's little finger, constantly rotating. His body was like a ghost, walking a mysterious curve. Although everyone knows that the straight distance between two points is the shortest. At this moment, the man in black broke the routine and was extremely fast, but it was still not enough in Jiang Feng's eyes.

Jiang Fengquan saw the attack of the three people. They adopted the strategy of surrounding Wei and saving Zhao, forcing Jiang Feng to give up attacking Canjian. Unfortunately, their wishful thinking was wrong.

The cut-off sword in Jiang Feng's hand kept stabbing at the broken sword. At the same time, the left palm slapped out in succession, with heavy palm shadows covering the surrounding space, and each palm contained the power of storm waves slamming the shore.

Seeing his broken sword attacking him, the broken sword's eyes were filled with horror. This attack seemed to have blocked all his dodging paths.

In desperation, the sacred sword teeth bit, his head tilted and his body leaned back slightly, and he planned to pay the smallest price.

A cold light flashed, a stream of blood spilled out, and a wound of about one foot was drawn on the broken sword's chest. Blood kept flowing out, his face was full of pain, but there was no sound. He was afraid that his scream would distract his companions.

"Bang bang bang." Three huge sounds were made, like the thunder of heaven, and the explosion occurred in the surrounding space. The three people's bodies were shot out and hit the ground hard, with a slight blood flowing out.

Although he seriously injured four people in one fell swoop, Jiang Feng's face did not have any expression of joy. On the contrary, he was still very serious, because he realized that the crisis had not passed, and it was even closer.

He frowned and looked at the four people. No, they are so weak, they must not be them. Could it be that there are still people around here? Jiang Feng thought in his heart.
Chapter completed!