It's only a few minutes!

All the five hundred masters of Huajin were blown away by Yang Feng.

and.

All the bones of these people were interrupted by him.

They lay on the ground one by one, wailing constantly.

Yang Feng stood with his hands behind his back, looked at everyone with disdain, and said coldly: "A bunch of garbage!"

After saying that.

He strode towards the villa front hall.

clatter!

clatter!

clatter!

Like the sound of footsteps of the song of hell, it sounded again.

Last time.

When Yang Feng came, he was at the banquet!

This time, it was a killing!

The moment Yang Feng stepped into the front hall!

Shadows.

Raid towards him quickly.

These people hold long swords in their hands.

The cold light is cold!

For a moment, the sword light radiated!

Every move is full of murderous intent.

The move is fatal!

Yang Feng shouted loudly: "Good come!"

when!

A crisp sound.

A dragon-headed sword was pulled out from Yang Feng's waist.

Longquan Sword!

The famous sword of the Great Xia!

Imperial Palace!

Once, Yang Feng led his army to defeat the Huns' 100,000 cavalry.

The Dragon Lord of the Great Xia personally gave Yang Feng!

This Dragon Spring Sword.

Cut iron like mud, blow hair and break hair.

Just a sword swept across.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Suddenly, the weapons in the hands of those who came broke one after another!

One hundred half-step masters.

All weapons were destroyed!

Everyone was stunned!

They didn't expect that the Longquan sword in Yang Feng's hand was so sharp.

Sharp, like Yang Feng!

It can be said that he is showing his sharpness!

You must know.

The long swords in their hands are all customized by sword-casting masters!

But under Yang Feng's sword, it is like a toy for a child, vulnerable!

Yang Feng Youran said: "Do you have only this little strength?"

Hearing words.

One hundred half-step masters, their faces turned ashen.

"Kill him!"

Everyone threw down the broken sword in their hands, clenched their fists, and rushed towards Yang Feng!

"Overbial ability!"

Yang Feng snorted coldly.

The figure is like lightning.

A flash by!

The Longquan Sword in his hand stabbed directly.

For a moment.

The sword light is everywhere!

Sword lights passed through their necks.

Like a sudden thunder!

One move!

Everyone stood there.

when!

A crisp sound.

Swords are sheathed!

Blood is not touched!

clatter!

clatter!

clatter!

Yang Feng didn't even look at these people and left with great strides.

Then.

Bang bang bang bang!

In a moment.

One hundred half-step masters fell down in one go.

Everyone.

A slight wound appeared on the neck.

The wound gradually expanded...

Blood is overflowing!

...

Villa lobby.

"Master, it's not good!"

The housekeeper had his hair disheveled, as if he saw a ghost, and he ran in staggeringly.

He Shenghong was furious: "I'm so furious, what's the point? What happened?"

The butler's pupils shone like a dead person, murmured: "Master, Yang Feng is here!"

"What?"

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

He Shenghong looked subconsciously scared!

He arranged three lines of defense in front.

The first one is more than two thousand inside and outside masters!

The second path is five hundred experts in Huajin!

The third path, one hundred half-step masters!

It's only ten minutes in just a short time!

How could Yang Feng break through?

Is he a ghost?
To be continued...