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Volume 1 Who are the heroes of the world? Chapter 45

It was time to say that the opponent did not give Jiang Feng. Zhang Yue and Qin said that they had more time to think and prepare. A grin appeared on their faces. They had already grasped the broken bricks in the corner of the wall with both hands. With a strong pull, the entire house suddenly shaking.

The smoke and dust pounced on the ground and in the dust, the other party had already waved the two huge walls that had spread out with both hands, and threw them hard at Zhang Yue and Qin Zaidao who were rushing up.

The irregular brick wall, more than ten feet wide, was actually grabbed by the other party with one hand, and it was swung with endless strong wind. This seemed to ordinary people to an incredible illusion, but for the masters of the Heavenly Realm, this is a profound reflection of their true strength.

It was too late to dodge. Zhang Yue and Qin Zaidao knew that they would only suffer such a tough regret, but they could not turn back.

The bursting gun air rolled up a bang and faced the brick wall that was rushing towards him. "Boom!" The brick wall shattered under the bombardment of the extremely powerful gun force and flew around. As the broken bricks and soil were scattered, Zhang Yue was flying backwards.

The power of the Heaven Realm is not comparable to that of him. The power of the counterattack directly hit him three feet away, and it kept hitting the courtyard wall before falling down. He vomited a mouthful of blood, sat leaning against the wall to regulate his breathing, and he didn't know where the nine-wrought iron spear in his hand had been thrown.

Qin Zaidao is similar to his situation.

Compared with Zhang Yue's nine-forged iron spear, Qin Zaidao's Bailian Handan Sword was even more unbearable. After the collision, it broke into three pieces. It also rolled out along with Qin Zaidao's body, drawing an ugly arc in the air, accompanied by large pieces of vomited blood splashing in the air, forming an extremely strange and terrifying picture.

Jiang Feng, who was about to break into a slight slight, had no time to think about it, his eyes were red, and the moment the Handan sword in his hand flew over the air and rushed over the other party, he slashed out thirteen swords in one breath. The waves were shining and the sword energy was scattered. Then he threw the Handan sword at the last moment, but his arms were slightly bent inadvertently.

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"

Six black shadows that were only the length of fingers shot out from the armor under Jiang Feng's outer robe with varying speed, forming an irregular arc-shaped fan surface and suddenly attacked.

The other party didn't take Jiang Feng's rushing into the air at all. Although the brazen attack just now consumed a lot of his energy, the effect was obvious. Both guys couldn't get up. Even if they didn't die, they would have to be seriously injured. Now Jiang Feng was trying to die.

With a slap in his waist, the light sword flew out again, and easily swept away Jiang Feng's thirteen swords in the air. The sharp sword light spitted slightly, and even opened a bloody hole in the other party's waist. It was not until the six short arrows that were flying in sequence emitted a strange purple light in the morning light that he realized something was wrong.

The light sword hovered, rippling waves, floating towards him. Several arrows shattered into debris under the sword energy, but the little "ding" impact still made him notice the extraordinary power and material of these arrows.

This is obviously not a small thing that can be solved by sword energy alone. Even when the arrow hits the head of his light sword, it brings considerable shock force. This is a special crossbow mixed with magic power!

An arrow finally broke through the dense sword energy light net. Although there was only one arrow that deviated from the direction under the sword energy strangled, it still achieved its goal unyieldingly. Amid Yuan Wuwei's roar, it just as soon as it got into Yuan Wuwei's body, the shoulders were shaken away by the mysterious energy.

Jiang Feng's face was indifferent and he kept his sword moving. Zhang Yue also struggled to get up, pulled out the short sword from his waist again, and set his foot on the formation.

Qin Zaidao, who was crawling up the courtyard wall, vomited blood again, but still waved his hand, dozens of powerful crossbowmen had already climbed up the surrounding courtyard wall, aiming at the attacker who was still stroking the wound on his shoulder.

"It's a bit interesting, Jiang Feng, I didn't expect you to have such tricks of worms hidden. Do you think it's useful? Can you escape by escaping your life?" He put down his hand, and the attacker moved his arm. The arrow did not enter his body deeply, and he was immediately shocked by his mysterious energy. However, the power brought by the other party's crossbow arrow still hurt one of his meridians, especially a trace of power left. This is a unique power of magic. It needs to be forced out with the energy, and it will have some impact on the action.

"I don't know if it's useful, but I have to give it a try, right? You can't let me get it right?" Jiang Feng also smiled with difficulty, ignored the blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, and looked around, "But I feel that these things still have some effect. What do you think, Lord Yuan?"

The attacker was not surprised that Jiang Feng had judged his origin. He was confident that he would solve the guy in front of him within three moves. Even if he was hidden in this guy's sleeve armor, there might be a sleeve crossbow that caused damage to him.

The problem is that it is hard to say about the powerful crossbows that look around. He is not sure if there is anything like the one he encountered just now. Once he shoots with all his strength, he is not sure that he can avoid such things that can be increased by magic.

After thinking a little, the attacker laughed, with a beautiful dimples on his face, and nodded decisively, "Yes, then I'll let you go for the time being and see if you can survive today."

As soon as the words came, the attacker disappeared into the shaking house, and then another wall fell to the ground, and the entire house finally fell down.

In the smoke and dust, Jiang Feng and all the powerful crossbowmen still did not dare to relax their vigilance at all. If the other party suddenly returned and counterattacked at this time, this group of people might not be able to stop it.

It was not until the re-arrangement of the defense was completed that Jiang Feng and the other two had time to heal the wounds and clean up the mess.

"Which of the three sons of Yuan?" Zhang Yue took the medicine powder to regulate breathing. This is the Huanqi and Qi Jieyu San specially prepared by Jiang Feng based on "Qingnang Shu Jiyao". I dare not say that it has miraculous effects, but it is also the best thing that can be produced. At least it is stronger than the things in the Gwangju Governor's Mansion.

"There are a pair of dimples on your face, sissy. Who else can the Yuan family besides Yuan Wuwei?" Qin Zaidao's face, who had already swallowed the medicine, was slowly returning to normal. He clenched his fists in his chest and silently used his mysterious energy to recover as soon as possible.

Neither Zhang Yue's injuries were as severe as he thought.

Zhang Yue used a velvet inside to dissolve a considerable impact, and he had to wait half a beat slower than Zhang Yue before he met. At that time, the strength was much smaller, and the distance of his recoil was much farther and the injury was much lighter. In addition, both of them were wearing black sand eel scale armor, which also played some defensive roles.

Jiang Feng actually guessed that it was Yuan Wuwei, but the focus of scouts and reconnaissance at the Gwangju Governor's Office has always been the Shenzhou Ju family and the Huang Ant Thief who may endanger Guangzhou. Therefore, he only knows the Yuan family in Caizhou. Most of the leading figures in the Yuan family just sounded like they were named but never met.

The trajectory of fate may have been destined, or it may change in an unintentional moment.
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