Chapter 1593: You are the strong one, I am the strong one, the killer 2

The answer is about to come out. I dare not say anything else. At least ten years ago, the Xu family extermination fire was closely related to the Demon Sect. What about Xiang Yufeng, as Xu Nianyun's man, what should he do? Should he seek justice for his woman and whether he wants to avenge him? All this is a real problem in front of Xiang Yufeng. But the other party is the Demon Sect, far stronger than himself and the Demon Sect of the Demon Sect of the Demon Sect. With his strength, he can call the wind and rain in this world, which seems very awesome, but Xiang Yufeng understands that if he faces the Demon Sect and such a big thing, he has no chance of winning, unless the Demon Sect is completely on his side, but it is impossible to rush to him.

"This matter is rotten in my stomach. I don't want anyone else to know about it except you, do you understand?" Xiang Yufeng, who felt that this matter is important, told Nan Shou.

"Don't worry, young master, Nanshou understands!"

Xiang Yufeng glanced at Nanshou, sighed, and said, "If, if, if, if, if, if I could hold the Moluo Palace in my hands, then, what a good event would it be?"

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"It's a good idea indeed!"

The street was empty, and suddenly two people appeared, and then Xiang Yufeng said indifferently!

There were countless sounds of metal coming out of sheath, and it sounded in the edges, full of sternness.

The seven blood sect children led by Nanshou clasped the strange-shaped long sword in both hands, turned into a mountain-shaped shape, protecting Xiang Yufeng tightly behind him! These seven children seemed to tear through the dark night, and appeared from the sky. Judging from the swords they used, they were the elites, the Blood Sect, and the Blue Face Army among the elites in the Blood Sect! But at this moment, the blue mask representing the strongest symbol of the Blood Sect was not worn on their faces.

At the same time, more than a dozen sword hands holding blue swords came out on the side of the road. The long sword was not pulled out. The dark and dark needle was raised in his hands, which was not very reflective, and looked very evil, and he faced the man on the street.

Although there was a noise from pedestrians in the street, the other party's arrival was not only hidden from the sword hand holding a blue sword, the strongest elite of the Blood Sect, but also from Xiang Yufeng and Nanshou. What does this mean? It means that the other party is very strong!

However, Xiang Yufeng's defense also reacted very quickly, and in an instant, he isolated the two people.

More than a dozen swordsmen from the Qingfeng Sword Team, seven of the strongest elites in the Blood Sect, and two men who drink more than a thousand blood, I'm afraid even the Yan Luo Palace will dare to go there.

However, the two people had no strange expressions when facing such a formation. One of them had a little bit of a smile on their faces, while the other person wearing a black hat had a cold feeling all over his body, and a cold feeling that looked at everyone as if nothing had happened.

The man in the black hat slowly raised his head, revealing the Guqi face, with no expression on his face, but those eyes, looking at the people in the building, as cold as looking at a group of dead people.

"Are you Xiang Yufeng?"

The man was surrounded by the crowd, as free as a spring breeze, and naturally a domineering aura emerged from the air. He looked at Xiang Yufeng coldly through everyone.

"Is it right?"

Xiang Yufeng looked at the man through the blood sect, his heart moved slightly, and said calmly: "Yes, I am Xiang Yufeng, who is you?"

The man said coldly: "A deal, give me that young man, and I will spare your life."

Give your life? In this case, you actually say to spare Xiang Yufeng's life?

Unless he is a fool, he will have such confidence. But Xiang Yufeng is very clear that the other party is definitely not a fool, so the other party must have the ability to kill himself in such a situation.

So Xiang Yufeng laughed and asked, "Is Master Zhong good?"

The man suddenly rolled his eyes strangely: "You know a lot."

Xiang Yufeng smiled and said, "It's not that I know more, but that you know too little... beat me."

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Very suddenly, very unstoppable typing!

Holding a blue knife in his hand, he moved his fingers and dozens of flying needles fed heavily poisonously, divided into three batches, and shot towards the street like dense rain!

Only one meter apart, more than thirty poisonous needles are terrifyingly fast, and the power of the ground attached to it is also quite amazing. No one can imagine that someone can escape such a dense and sudden attack.

Even if the person sitting on the street is a god, he cannot escape.

So he didn't hide at all, and he didn't see how he moved. He just pulled out the two swords hidden under his robe so swayingly. The scimitars were steadily caught by him in his hands, and then danced freely in the air, as if he wanted to catch a few delicious foods in nothingness.

The weak tip of the scimitar whistled in the air, as if it was not a pair of scimitars, but a super powerful weapon with infinite energy.

Dingding Ding Ding....

There was a dense sound of tuk-kong. During the rapid shooting of all the flying needles, they were gently pulled by the pair of scimitars. In an impossible state, they were all pulled a few threads away, which was deviated from the imagined shooting track. They rubbed against the bodies of the two people on the street and shot into the ground on the street!

The flying needle shot into the ground, and the tail of the arrow trembled slightly. Thirty flying needles made some grass grow on the ground in an instant, but they couldn't hurt the man at all.

The blood-sword hands held the blue sword in their hands and looked at the scene in front of them, and felt a chill surge in their hearts and occupy their entire bodies.

Within such a short distance, just relying on a pair of scimitars, pulling out the flying needle so quickly, with this speed and this vision.

This power, This...

The other party is not a human.

The other party must be not a human being.

The Qingfaced Army of the Blood Sect is the strongest core force of the Blood Sect, but the people whose hearts can enter this core are the most resolute people in the Blood Sect, but they are still humans after all. When they find that the enemy facing today seems to have faintly separated from humans... in this category, they will still feel scared and feel powerless.

This group of super strong men always use only swords to kill people. Although the poisonous flying needles are their means, this group of people rarely use them. Today, because they are with Xiang Yufeng, they used long-distance flying needles for the first time. However, the ending made the men with blood stained hands tremble slightly in their hearts. They looked at the streets incredibly and looked at the man holding the scimitar in both hands, as if they had forgotten their next move.

As the batch of flying needles sprinkled over, the seven blood clans also went down the mountain like seven tigers, under the cover of the flying needles.

He pulled a long knife into seven rays of snowy lights and slashed towards the street!

The sword light was still in the air, and the blood clans behind Yufeng were already shouting: "Retreat quickly!"

With this shout, he grew up.

The whole person swept up! A black weapon appeared in his hand and he pressed it down at the black-clad guest.

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Chapter completed!