The Bells and whistles 02

After saying this lightly, Yi Feng took a step forward.

Facing these seven people, he never felt afraid from the beginning.

Because at first, he directly used the system to detect the talents of these people, and the result was just seven trash.

Trash, Yi Feng knew the number, and he was not afraid of more coming.

If not, Yi Feng would have escaped long ago, how could he stay here waiting to die?

"Uh?"

However, the two girls were stunned on the spot.

The matter is not that serious?

The leader is the Martial Emperor!

Is the brain of this mortal frightened stupid, or does he simply not know the situation?

Seeing the worries of these two girls dissipate, Yi Feng gently comforted: "Girls don't have to worry too much, they are just seven trash, even if the girls don't come, I can deal with them easily."

The two girls were stunned by Yi Feng's words again.

They.

You actually call them seven trash?

For a while, the two girls looked at Yi Feng as if they were looking at a fool, and even pictures had appeared in their minds of how tragically Yi Feng would die at the hands of these seven people.

"Oh, miss, look at you. I said don't come. This is someone whose brain is burnt out. Now we may really not be able to get away." The maid couldn't help but whispered blame to the young lady.

The young lady's face was also complicated.

Martial Emperor.

It is already the ceiling of the entire Immortal River Continent, but was called trash by this mortal.

It's really as ignorant as possible!

At this moment, the men in black had completely lost patience and were completely enraged by Yi Feng's words. One of them moved towards Yi Feng directly.

With a step of his foot, he shrank the ground into inches in the blink of an eye and reached Yi Feng's side.

With a flip of his palm.

A sharp claw struck Yi Feng's neck, a fatal blow.

"So fast."

"Turns out to be another Martial Emperor!"

The two girls exclaimed, and even they couldn't see the movements of the man in black before he reached Yi Feng.

This terrifying attack frightened them and changed their complexion.

They had already expected Yi Feng's fate.

Because even if it was them, let alone Yi Feng, an ordinary person, they didn't even have the qualifications to resist such a blow.

"Chi!"

However, an abrupt sound was heard.

The two girls looked aside, and were instantly surprised to find that Yi Feng took out a kitchen knife from his arms and chopped it at the man in black's neck.

The man in black fell to the ground, dead.

"What?"

This scene directly made the young lady cover her red lips and exclaim, the facts before her eyes shocked her mind and made her brain go blank.

That Martial Emperor in black.

Was actually, was actually killed by this mortal with a kitchen knife?

This...

Goodness!

What exactly is going on?

The young lady felt that she had completely lost her ability to think.

The remaining six men in black also changed their faces and showed strong incredibility.

Their companion was killed just like that with one knife, and they hadn't even seen clearly how this knife was swung down.

Especially the leading man, his eyes narrowed to pinholes, staring tightly at Yi Feng.

This person in front of him clearly had no cultivation at all, but killed his companion with one knife. What was going on?

It was really too bizarre!

"Damn you so slow, your movements are like a dog pouncing, and you still want to kill me?"

"Bah."

While they were all shocked and unable to extricate themselves, Yi Feng scolded the corpse on the ground, then raised the kitchen knife at the six of them.

"You six bastards, don't just stand there, aren't you trying to rob me? Come on, come on, attack together."

Yi Feng yelled arrogantly.

Such provocation made the six people surged with towering anger.

Not to mention avenging their companion, but also looking down on them so much, this was the last straw.

Moreover, the Flame Bead in Yi Feng's hand was also something they must obtain.

The six men were aggressive, and the Martial Emperor's aura was shocked.

Under this situation, the two spectators had long retreated in fear under the aura.

In an instant.

One of them quickly formed hand seals with lightning speed.

As the hand seals were formed, invisible energy gathered behind him, like a huge horrifying wave.

Another raised his palm, and a huge palm imprint condensed in the sky, pressing down from the sky with great might.

In short, at this moment the six people all revealed their divine powers, and all kinds of means were unfolded.

However.

"Ah!"

A scream suddenly sounded.

It was seen that Yi Feng slashed down the black-clothed man who was forming hand seals with one knife, and his gathered attack dissipated.

"Damn making hand seals, have you been watching too much Naruto?"

"Too fancy."

As he spoke, he slashed down another black-clothed man who was gathering an attack with another knife.

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