Chapter 1842: Where is the time?

"Kid, now I know that I am so powerful, I advise you to surrender and swear, and swear on the ground where my brother died. I can leave you a whole body."
Wang Jun didn’t know that Qin Feng was stealing his nine-day swordsmanship. He also put on a arrogant gesture. Qin Feng’s heart was funny and yelled at him:
On this point, I can bear the arrogance and claim to be powerful. I haven’t killed it for a long time. Drop me, this sword is really ridiculous... See how Grandpa killed himself just now, kill one sword!"
Qin Feng is deliberately angering Wang Jun, so that he can display more moves of the nine-day sword.
In fact, Qin Feng discovered one thing. He had stolen the mixed knives of the mixed yuan before the school, and the shadowless sword of Hengshan, the thousands of scorpions of the Qitian faction, and the ruthless sword of the ruthless... When these martial arts cheats were used, the other party only showed a part of the moves, but Qin Feng was able to perfect these martial arts by virtue of the powerful heart of the creations.
Now that he has acquired the creations, his ability to comprehend and improve has become stronger.
"You don't know the ants who live and die. Since you are eager to die, then Laozi will be yours!"
A few words succeeded in angering Wang Jun, his hands constantly waving, and the nine swords flying in the sky suddenly had life, overlapping and attacking Qin Feng.
There is no trace of the sky, but the flying sword has already flown.
To be more precise, the sky is covered with sword marks, but these sword marks are left behind. Today's nine flying swords are so fast, there is no trace of the places they fly, waiting for a new space, before The flying sky has emerged as the air of the air burst.
"The good swordsmanship is similar to the sword of the moon."
Qin Feng sighed in his heart, and his understanding of the nine-day sword was more and more thorough. However, in order to learn this set of swordsmanship, he also paid the price of blood. Under the pursuit of nine flying swords, he was cut into blood. And he is not only a skin injury, not long ago, two flying swords ran across his abdomen and back, although he was running the breath guard in time, but the body was still hit hard.
"Haha! I think your kid is still crazy? Everyone is together, revenge for Wang Xiu!"
Feeling that Qin Feng's breath is getting weaker and weaker, Wang Jun shouted.
Those who waited for the moment were this moment. Suddenly, more than 20 black shadows rushed into the sky, and the fierce offensive had surrounded Qin Feng.
There are also two true spiritual monks in this crowd. The rest are the realm of Buddha's light. Together with Wang Jun, who is standing on the ground in the late real time, Qin Feng feels strong murder. He feels that if he does not fight back, he really feels To be fallen here.
Hey!
There was a strange wave of energy fluctuations in the air.
In the hands of Qin Feng, holding a cool black long knife, this model of imprisonment is a knives that ruin the dark suit, or when attending the genius conference held in Binjiafang City, Qin Feng viewed the genius from the seven stars. The disciple Su Qi won there.
When the banned wave fell, the void pulled out a black knife, and the knife gas suddenly spread around, with Qin Feng as the center, quickly forming a black hole-like aperture.
The air solidifies and the time seems to be still at this moment.
The twenty monks who flew into the air suddenly fixed the sky, kept the attacking posture and the fierce look on the face. The nine flying swords appeared in the original shape, surrounded by Qin Feng’s body, and the swordsmanship was fierce, even in the void. Stop-motion.
Within five hundred meters of the circle, there was no sound, and all the vitality disappeared. Only the breath of Qin Feng spread in the air.
This is Qin Feng’s second imprisonment, but he was shocked by the power of this real thing. When he returned to God, he immediately slashed his sword and the black mans flashed, as if he had cut the air into two halves. Twenty monks who were confined to the void were also cut off at the same time.
Hey!
After only a short period of ten seconds, there was another burst of energy. The explosion rang through the sky, and the attack of more than a dozen monks fell and everything recovered.
"How could this be?"
For Wang Jun, he can't remember what happened just now, as if it was a dozen seconds, as long as a decade or so. But he was stunned by the picture in front of him. The remains of more than a dozen of his men were scattered around him, and the blood flowed into the river. The scene was extremely and terrifying.
Bang!
However, he has no time to think about what happened just now. Le Mans, who has a few waists and thin waists, has fallen from the air. When he saw these lightning moments, Wang Jun felt the unprecedented fear and death. As a monk in the late period of true spirituality, he is not the kind of uninformed guy. He has seen the thunderous robbery caused by the virtual monk breakthrough. Is it afraid that it is more like Le Mans who landed on the top of the head?
"Nothing is impossible, I said earlier, you can't kill me, but I can kill you!"
In the thunder, Zhong Feng’s voice was like a bell. Wang Jun still wanted to refute it, but he didn’t even have a chance to make a sound.
At the moment he was hit by Raymond, his eyes were full of fear. He determined that the power of these lightnings was comparable to the thunder of the virtual gods, but this kind of offensive was issued from a Buddhist monk. I don't know how the other party did it.
Before he died, Wang Jun had a lot of things to understand, but he didn't have to think about it, because death meant that everything disappeared. When Qin Feng just stepped into the land of Nanping Chau, he killed many Buddhist monks and four true spirits. This battle gave him confidence. Even if he came here, he would not be allowed to serve. The situation in which people are slaughtered.
"Wang Jun is dead? Everyone is coming out, Wang Jun and Wang Xiu are dead!"
After the end of the battle, there were hundreds of people who ran out of those houses. The realm of these people was generally in the Buddha's light, and there were also a few holy kings and monk monks.
Qin Feng jumped into the crowd, scared everyone to immediately retreat, looked at him with a vigilant look, but saw a figure rushing from the crowd, a surprise shouting in his mouth: "Qin palm? Really Is that you?"
Because of this monk's move, everyone else was stupid on the side and did not dare to move. Qin Feng looked at the monk for a while, always felt that he looked familiar, but could not remember for a while.
"You are?" Qin Feng asked.
"Qin palm, small is Tianyun sword disciple He Chao, do you remember me?"
When Tian Yunjian’s name was reported, the rest of the people looked blank. Obviously they had never heard of this martial art, but Qin Feng was on the spot. After searching in memory, he remembered the middle-aged man in front of him. People actually came from the land of China, and Tianyun sword is also a large gate of the land of China.
"You have come here too?" There is something in Qin Feng's words, and only He Chao can understand.
(End of this chapter)