After the words finished, a sneer appeared on the corner of He Sheng's mouth.

When Feng Chaohai heard this, a hint of panic flashed in his eyes. He was stunned and suddenly felt like he had thought of something in his heart.

The needle behind yourself!

Just as I thought of this, the needle on the back suddenly burst out with true energy, which was directly injected into his body through the needle.

Bang!

The position of a needle suddenly exploded! Feng Chaohai's back became bloody and bloody.

The severe pain came, and Feng Chaohai's body was twitching violently!

This is not over yet. There are a total of ten needles that He Sheng just threw out!

Bang bang bang bang!

Three needles exploded, and Feng Chaohai suddenly fell to the ground, and a blood mist on his back was breathing!

He Sheng's body was exhausted and he took two steps back, looked at the fingers of his right hand, and gritted his teeth and looked at Feng Chaohai coldly.

The Mahayana Sutra, the Dongxuan Finger, and the Qi Needle of the Second Master, and the three Techniques used at the same time, Feng Chaohai was not killed by him in seconds.

From this we can see that the seventh-level heavenly master is so powerful!

"Three-door martial arts, you...you can actually use three-door martial arts at the same time!" Feng Chaohai was already dying, but the needle behind him was still exploding!

Ten needles were enough to make his body blew into blood!

Qi needle, this is the method He Sheng used to save people. The true qi is in the hair needle, and it can cure all diseases by entering the large acupoints of the human body. Similarly, in He Sheng's hand, the hair needle can also kill people. The Qi needle pierces the skin, and the powerful true qi surges, injects blood and flesh, and is then pulled away as the hair needle is controlled. The true qi that explodes instantly is no less than the power of a nine-mm bullet!

"Hehe, I can't imagine Mr. Feng? You said you didn't use your brain. Since I dared to wait for you here, it means that even if I want to die, I will still peel you up..."

He Sheng bent down and used his left-hand sword energy without any injury to a broken sword on the ground.

A look of fear flashed in Feng Chaohai's eyes. Suddenly, the true energy exploded on Feng Chaohai's back again. This time, Feng Chaohai's body was so explosive that he fell forward. He had already knelt on the ground, and this time, he lay directly on the ground.

However, Feng Chaohai still has not died.

He Sheng held the broken sword in his left hand, and a ferocious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"By goodbye!" He Sheng used all his strength to throw the broken sword in his hand towards Feng Chaohai.

The end of the broken sword was accurately pierced at Feng Chaohai's heart behind his vest. Feng Chaohai's body, which was still twitching, suddenly stiffened.

He Sheng slowly walked towards He Shi.

When he came to He He He Sheng looked at He He who was lying on the ground and gasping for breath, he grinned and then lay beside He He He.

"Brother Death, how about it?" He Sheng asked He He He.

"I can't die." He Shen's breathing was rapid, and there was almost no blood on his face.

The true qi was exhausted, and coupled with the use of such a powerful technique, this was quite a huge loss for him.

"Just be dead, don't say that your technique is really powerful. But if I didn't let you use it, would you still be reluctant to use it?"

"It's not that I can't bear to give up, it's that I'm not sure whether I can succeed." He He looked at the sky and said in a indifferent tone.

He Sheng nodded thoughtfully: "Yes, you almost failed, but if those swords are constantly running, I don't have to break my fingers..."

He He was stunned, looked down at He Sheng's right hand, and a complex look flashed in his eyes.

He Sheng looked indifferent and grinned: "By the way, Brother Death, what's the name of your martial art?"

"Kill the Sword." He He replied.

"Killing Sword? So ordinary?"

"Well, kill one step at a time, kill one ten steps, kill one hundred steps." He Shi replied.

He Sheng nodded thoughtfully: "It means that killing one person in one step, killing one person in ten steps, and killing one person in a hundred steps. Are these three realms?"

"Well, the strongest one step is to kill it."

He Sheng's expression became a little strange. He curled his lips and asked, "No, I'll kill someone after taking a hundred steps. How can this be the strongest?"

He He shook his head: "That's not what it means, if anyone within a hundred steps, he will die."

He heard this and He Sheng's eyes widened, he turned his head to look at He He Shen, and his mouth became true.

"Then...what is your current state?"

"Ten steps."

He Sheng breathed a sigh of relief: "That's fine. If it's a hundred steps, I'll have to drive away next time you use this trick..."

The sun rose, He Sheng narrowed his eyes and looked at the sky, and a light curve appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Feng Chaohai, the seventh-level heavenly master, was killed by himself. I wonder if Li Jingfeng would be so angry that he would curse himself if he knew about this?

He He looked at He Sheng with a complex look flashed in his eyes. Seeing a bright smile on the corner of He Sheng's mouth, He He He breathed lightly and said nothing.

Just now, when He Shen fell to the ground with serious injury, there were scenes in his mind splicing together. He was already able to remember some things, as he had lost his memory.

Why are you thinking about these things? Should you talk about He Sheng?

At this moment, in a pit kilometer away from here.

A gray-haired old man was holding a corn in his left hand and a cell phone in his right hand. While gnawing on the corn, the old man was making a phone call.

"It's dead." The old man said calmly.

"What did you say! Why is life and death?" A man's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"No, the one named Feng from the Li family is dead." The old man spat and spat out a mouthful of corn hair and said with a smile: "Mr. Ying, you little friend is really powerful. Use three skills together. The Xingfeng originally had the power of a fight, but he died because of carelessness..."

"No way? They both killed the Feng surnamed? Didn't you take action?"

"Hahaha, I can't do it." The old man laughed: "That black-faced guy can transform into real qi. Do you think I still need to take action?"

"True Qi is transformed into objects? Ninth-level Heavenly Master?" Ying Yibin's tone on the other end of the phone was filled with horror.

"I dare not guess this, but this person's strength seems to be subject to some limitation. If it was at its peak, Feng Chaohai would probably not be able to walk ten moves." The old man smacked his lips and looked at the sky with a leisurely look: "Oh, this battle is really exciting, it's a pity that I forgot to prepare wine."

Ying Yibin on the other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds, and then said, "It's fine if they are not dead. Okay, Mr. Chuan, please go back to Beijing first, don't be staring at it anymore."

"Well, I'll be back in a while. I have to go to bed and go back to bed first. This brat, it's okay to play Feng Chaohai these two days, but I've played with me. I ran here at 1:00 in the middle of the night and didn't even feel comfortable sleeping." The old man stood up from the ground cursingly, patted the dust behind him, and said while walking: "If this boy wasn't yours, I would have to break his legs! Really, why are you jumping around?"
Chapter completed!