The strongest martial arts of the Eighth Division Ba is the God-Destroying Palm. Once the palm is injured, the combat power will definitely be significantly weakened.

Tang Feng's mind control has now reached an extremely subtle state. The flying knife just now is the most extreme control and the most powerful puncture.

There are one or two of the strongest attacks hidden among hundreds of flying swords and swords, which makes it difficult to be wary of, because you don’t know which of them is the deadliest.

"How about it?"

Song Que stood side by side with the Eighth Division Ba, and the sword danced very quickly, sharing the responsibility for him.

There was a hint of helplessness in the calmness of the Eighth Division Ba: "I can't hold on for long."

Song Que nodded silently, it was not just you, but I. No one can last for such a passive defense for too long, and one omission will lead to serious injuries.

The key is that the boy floats in the sky, we can't even touch him, and there is no effective counterattack method. Who can stand this?

“A desperate situation.”

This kind of judgment flashed through Shi Feixuan's mind, and at this moment, he truly understood what Tang Feng said, "My game is different from you."

Others are surviving, while they are hunting.

If it weren't for what he wanted to live, we would have been killed by him long ago.

Shi Feixuan felt that this game was very similar to a hunting task designed by the teacher or parents for their children: I put a lot of living things in the hunting ground, and you can catch them back to get the corresponding reward. Also, it is best to be alive.

That's it!

Even if this PUBG was not created by him, it has the most direct connection with him.

What a sad feeling, we are just a group of prey...

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel sad and angry. She looked up and looked through the whirlpool of the storm, looking at the blurry figure in the sky, and couldn't help but shout: "Catch it if you want to, why humiliate us!"

"Feixuan!"

Fan Qinghui felt ache in her heart, thinking that her mentality was broken and her emotions were out of control. She resisted the powerful cutting of countless flying knives and approached the past, comforting her softly: "With the master here, you won't be in trouble."

Tang Feng was also slightly stunned in the sky, and then said, "You cooperate well, how can this situation come about!"

It's hard for me to be paralyzed. Now I'm strong enough to get the skills and attribute points. If the mission fails, everything will be a mirror and water. Not only will I be beaten back to my original form, but the double punishment will make me unable to turn over for a long time.

What else is humiliation? If you really want to humiliate you, I will not use a knife.

"Let my master go back and I'll stay!"

Shi Feixuan shouted again: "Our world is in a chaotic world, and thousands of people are suffering, and there are still many things that have not been completed in Cihang Jingzhai."

Tang Feng rolled his eyes on it, and he had this trick again. When he met someone he couldn't handle, he was just serving the demon with his body. Who wouldn't go to the kang if I didn't go to the kang, right?

"The earth will turn the same if anyone leaves it. Without Cihang Jingzhai, your world will still develop as usual."

Tang Feng replied: "Besides, it's not just Cihang Jingzhai, but the main members of the Demon Sect have also been brought up. Don't worry, your world has just become cleaner. Don't think you are so great."

Shi Feixuan was speechless and even gave up resisting. She let a flying knife pass by her. Fortunately, Tang Feng had a delicate control and did not take this opportunity to hurt her.

"Feixuan, tell him what to do."

Fan Qinghui quickly sent a message to his beloved disciple and said, "He is not a reasoned person, and there will always be all kinds of fallacies to refute you."

"No, Master."

Shi Feixuan shook her head with a sad expression: "Our resistance has no meaning. In his eyes, they are just a few preys that are still resisting. It's ridiculous and sad..."

"Don't give up easily!"

Fan Qinghui was so anxious: "Faixuan, this is not like you, we still have hope."

Shi Feixuan still shook her head, and the long sword in her hand had already hung down.

Tang Feng could hear it clearly on it and muttered in his heart: She didn't give up easily, but had seen through it. Today, you will definitely not be able to escape. If you resist, you will suffer in vain.

Through continuous capture, our snowball is getting bigger and bigger, and has grown to the point where it surpasses the power level of the martial arts plane. Although the snowball is not good enough to melt into water, at least at the moment, it is enough to crush them.

laugh!

Tang Feng's thoughts moved, and a flying knife changed from cutting to puncture, passing through Fan Qinghui's right shoulder at a speed that was completely uncaptured by the naked eye. She was stunned for a moment, and she did not feel any pain for a moment. She felt that the sword-holding hand suddenly dissipated, and the sword-head couldn't help but hang down.

Two seconds later, the bright red blood penetrated the clothes and slowly spread, dyeing the white dress red.

"Master!"

Shi Feixuan ignored the sword and quickly pointed an acupoint for her to stop the bleeding, and then took out the golden sore medicine obtained from the Jedi and applied it on.

The Jedi medicine is extremely magical. As long as you don’t die, any injury can be healed quickly. There is no problem.

Seeing this scene, Qin Mengyao, who had been dancing the long sword and resisting tenaciously, changed her expression slightly. She tried to slow down her sword moves a little. Sure enough, she realized that the cutting momentum of countless flying knives would also weaken.

The stronger the resistance, the stronger the offensive, the weaker the resistance, the weaker the offensive... It is obvious that people just don't want to hurt people unless they are ungrateful like Fan Qinghui.

Fan Qinghui's injury was just his venting and warning.

Qin Mengyao simply pulled away her long sword and stood with her sword in the surging air. Her long skirt fluttered and her beautiful hair danced lightly, which was a bit of a floating beauty.

Swish swish swish swish swish swish...

More than a dozen flying knives hovered in front of her, lined up in a row, and swayed neatly for a few times. They felt quite naughty, and then they turned around together and flew towards the Eighth Division Ba.

What kind of person is this?

Qin Mengyao looked up and her clear eyes passed through the storm, as if she had looked at the person in the sky.

Tang Feng's little heart trembled slightly in the sky: Ouch, my eyes are so powerful, my mental defense can't be defended... Stephen Chow, am I not blushing, right?

Stephen Chow replied lightly: "I have never seen you blush, so far."

More than ten seconds later, the Eighth Division Ba was penetrated by a flying knife again, and the combat power of both hands was half disintegrated. He sighed in a low voice, and gave up resistance like the three ladies, and applied medicine to himself. Sure enough, the flying sword and flying knife began to fly around him, and there would be no more harm.

This change made the National Master laugh at himself and said to Song Que, who was still waving his sword: "Brother Song, aren't you tired?"

Song Que smiled boldly: "It's been a long time since I've been so active. I've just realized something and entered a subtle realm... But that boy was too bad. He changed for a while and broke my insights."

The Eighth Division Ba shook his head and smiled: "Although it is hostile, he is indeed quite interesting."
Chapter completed!