Jiang Feng's two consecutive strikes were all made, and he instantly killed half of the knights. His strength was shocking.∮∮,

No one had ever thought that a samurai would have such power!

How strong can he be?

Only half of the more than a hundred knights are left now. Can you still stop him from two moves?

Jiang Feng's eyes slanted slightly and he looked to the side.

The incense stick was very magical. It looked very fragile, but after such a fierce battle, it still did not shake. A wisp of blue smoke pointed straight into the sky, completely unmoved.

Jiang Feng's two moves came very fast, and until now, it only ignited an incense head.

Wuzhe Zhou was also looking at the incense stick. He wiped the blood from his mouth, held the long sword in his hand tightly, and waved his hand and said, "Mr. Wen has an order, we must guard it! Brothers, come on!"

After a while, the knights had already controlled the mounts under their crotch, followed the roar of Wuzhe Zhou, and rushed towards Jiang Feng in neat and loud steps.

In the previous shock wave, Wuzhe Zhou's horse fell to the ground instantly, bleeding from his seven orifices. At this time, he jumped on foot, and the sword light drew into a shining arc and rushed towards Jiang Feng.

As soon as the long sword arrived in front of Jiang Feng, a sword light about one foot long suddenly extended from the tip of the knife, slashing towards Jiang Feng with the wind!

Jiang Feng's pupils shrank slightly, and he waved the thunder spear. The tip of the spear tapped seven times on the sword light and the blade. Each of these seven times carried a lightning light. With only a "bang", the bright power on the sword of Zhou was quickly disintegrated, and the treasure sword suddenly turned into pieces!

Jiang Feng took advantage of the momentum, and a light flashed on the tip of the spear, and continued to click towards Wuzhe Zhou!

There was obviously a first-level difference between the two, and Zhou Wuzhe never expected that he would be defeated so quickly!

At this moment, only the rapidly expanding spear tip was left in his eyes, and in the blink of an eye, it was about to hit him!

Suddenly a cavalry came up from the side. He roared violently and the huge hammer in his hand hit Jiang Feng's spear tip.

Jiang Feng jumped up from the donkey's back as if he was ready. His body and the spear moved in an extremely strange direction, penetrated through the gap of the giant hammer, and hit Zhou Wuzhe's chest!

With a "puff", a big hole broke into the chest of Wuzhe, and blood mixed with internal organs sprayed out. He took two steps back, looked at Jiang Feng in shock and anger, and fell down on his back.

At this time, Jiang Feng's body was still in mid-air, and the giant hammer was swinging, about to hit his body. Jiang Feng waved his spear and supported it on the surface of the hammer, and flew out lightly. Tianxing Donkey just arrived, so he sat up again, waved his spear, and knocked another cavalry next to him off the horse.

His series of movements were as smooth as the flowing water, which was astonishingly smooth. There were obviously many enemies around him, but Jiang Feng seemed to face only one person. Every blocking and every counterattack was orderly and orderly, and not at all confusing.

An amazing situation happened.

After Jiang Feng instantly destroyed half of the cavalry, he alone resisted the rest! This young man who was only in the realm of heaven and dawn, not only did he not show any defeat, but his superiority became more and more obvious.

He was covered in blood, and the thunder spear in his hand was shining with lightning, with a faint rumbling sound. He rode a very spiritual wooden donkey and walked between the tall horses. He was as powerful as a god of war!

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...

Mr. Wen walked into the carriage, waved his hand, and said, "You go down."

The man on the shaft of the previous chariot said respectfully: "Please serve the sir, please."

Mr. Wen glanced at him with his eyes slanted and strengthened his tone: "You go down!"

The man was stunned and quickly stepped down.

Mr. Wen snorted, "It turns out that it is the Fortunate Family. There is no trace of his eyes!"

The Huang family had not completely withdrawn. He could hear this sentence clearly and his face turned red, but he still dared not speak out.

Only Mr. Wen, the boy opposite him, was left in the carriage.

The young man was extremely tall and he occupied half of the not-so-wide carriage. He was tied up with a rope like a meat dumpling, and his mouth was filled with stuff, leaving only a pair of eyes gushing with anger, staring at Mr. Wen fiercely.

Mr. Wen didn't even look at him, and sat down. He took out a cloth bag from his arms, put it on the floor, and opened it. The cloth bag was filled with various tools, obviously all of which were used to make treasures!

He is actually a treasure maker?

After getting ready in advance, Mr. Wen raised his head and looked at the boy.

His eyes were calm and cold, full of estimates, not as if he was looking at someone, but as if he was looking at some material.

After watching for a while, he started to touch it again. Mingli penetrated into the boy's skin and penetrated into his body. He murmured: "It is worthy of being the blood of the ancestral rebirth. Mingli's nature is a bit special..."

He touched the boy's forehead and his body and limbs, almost never missing any part.

His hands were as cold as ice, and Mingli was not as warm as ordinary people, but with chill. The boy was Hu Zi, who was so cold that his teeth were fighting, and the anger in his eyes gradually turned into fear.

What he was afraid of was not his hands or the treatment he was about to suffer, but those eyes and those eyes!

Hu Zi is the bloodline of the giant spirit god returning to his ancestors. He is born with great power. The rope that can tie him is of course not an ordinary rope.

Mr. Wen looked at it for a while, nodded with satisfaction, reached out and stroked his body. The rope that Hu Zi could not struggle with was immediately broken into countless pieces and fell to the ground.

Hu Zi subconsciously wanted to run away, and Mr. Wen said, "Slow up." As soon as he flicked his finger, Hu Zi's legs immediately froze. Then his hands hit him one after another, and Hu Zi's body seemed to be frozen, froze in place and could no longer move!

Mr. Wen praised: "Good seedlings and good materials! What a pity. Those guys are really a waste of resources!" He pondered for a moment, "Do you think, after I use you up, will they agree?"

He shook his head to himself, "Those guys are so stingy that most of them will not agree. But it's hard to say that after I finish the work, you will be useless."

He picked up a silver needle from the tool, put it in front of him and looked carefully. He said, "Boy, you don't know what I want to do yet, do you? Don't be afraid, what I want to do is the craziest, most magical and most amazing thing in the world!"

A fanatical gaze appeared in his eyes, and he tore open Hu Zi's clothes with a "wow" and exposed his chest. His silver needle lingers for a moment and then pierces his body.

He seemed to be used to talking while working, and continued, "Do you know what treasures are made of? Yes, they are the bodies of Ming beasts or Mingzhi. They are born to absorb bright power, and their bodies combine with the core to form various bright power structures. So I had an idea to use martial arts to make treasures?"

The silver needle slowly moved on Hu Zi's skin. The bright force of the cold needle, which was as cold as the needle, seeped into the silver needle, and no blood came out at all. The light flowed on Hu Zi's skin, appearing and disappearing.

This process was extremely painful. Hu Zi's mouth was blocked tightly, and he could only make a princess sound in his throat. His face was twisted, and he dripped sweat flowed down, but his body was blocked and he could not move at all.

Mr. Wen was completely unmoved by such pain. He murmured, "The Mingxin seed is the core, which is combined with the human body with the Yuan branch. Isn't the Yuan branch an initial Ming power structure? Does the human body also have such a Ming power structure? If it is adjusted like making a treasure, can martial arts be turned into a treasure?"

He suddenly looked up, grinned at Hu Zi, and patted his shoulder, "I used to be a third-tier treasure maker. Do you know why there is no wire here? Because those guys are jealous of my creativity and don't recognize me. They drove me out of the treasure maker association!"

He changed into a purple needle and stabbed it again. Hu Zi's body stiffened and his muscles twisted even more violently. Mr. Wen curled his lips and said, "If they don't admit that I am not? Hey. There are many people asking me for help!"

A pattern appeared on Hu Zi's chest, and his skin began to twist, as if there were countless small insects walking underneath.

Mr. Wen stroked it with satisfaction and continued: "Do you know how magical it is? No, you don't know. In this way, I can directly advance to someone, or they can never advance to the level again. I can seal their bloodlines and let geniuses fall into mortal world; I can also increase their bloodline concentration and turn waste into geniuses!"

The more he spoke, he became more and more proud and began to dance. He laughed and said, "They were right. This was not a treasure weapon, this was a human weapon! I am a god! The god of martial arts cultivation!" He leaned forward and stared at Hu Zi and asked, "What do you think you will become now?"

Hu Zi's eyes were almost cracked. He was never a fool, and the Huang family and the Zhou family had never had any good intentions. Obviously, they invited Mr. Wen to seal his bloodline and turn him into a waste!

He struggled desperately, but Mr. Wen didn't know what means to block his body. All he could control was his head.

Could it be that his future can only be stopped? Two tears emerged from Hu Zi's eyes and slipped down.

"Why are you crying!" Mr. Wen sneered, "Don't you feel honored to be able to become such a genius and creative experimental product?"

The fragrance outside was burning out little by little, and patterns were generated on Hu Zi's skin. These strange figures kept squirming strangely, ready to go.

"The last one..." Mr. Wen smacked his lips with satisfaction, "No matter how many times he tried, it was always so exciting..."

He pulled out a needle again, glanced at Hu Zi's waist, and was about to pierce it down.

With a "bang", a heavy object hit the carriage, and Qianli Car shook it hard.

Mr. Wen immediately thrust his needle, and he shouted in dissatisfaction: "What are you doing? Didn't I say don't let people get close?!"

The next moment, the curtains were suddenly torn open with a sound of brushing the ground, and crackling, the walls of the Qianli Car were all crushed and flew away around.

The carriage immediately became brighter, and what was even brighter was the boy not far away. Jiang Feng was flashing with lightning and shouted: "Stop!" (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!