God-level Grandmaster of Martial Arts

Jingzhao also shot, he couldn't stand the terrifying pressure of Wang Feng's oppression in the depths of his soul, and he shot almost together with Xuan Jian!

The two swords are one of the Eight Swords of Yue Wang. The sharp edge can pierce through the sky, and the sharp sword energy cuts through the void.

The entire battlefield was raging with gusts of wind, the ground collapsed, and all the matter turned into powder under this terrifying force, and the surroundings were empty.

In the center of the battlefield, everyone can only feel the sword qi that spreads out there. It is peerless and unstoppable!

This area was completely destroyed, stretching for hundreds of meters, becoming a vacuum.

The remaining farmhouses and Zhang Han people had long since retreated several hundred meters away, otherwise, they would not have been able to survive under the terrifying sword energy. .

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That area, completely covered by sharp edges, was terrifying and unimaginable.

No one dared to approach, so as not to be torn to shreds by that force.

Seeing this world-renowned battle with my own eyes opened the eyes of the farmer and everyone present. There are many farmer masters, and there are more than [-] disciples, but there are no real top masters.

If Xia Kui hadn't disappeared back then, he might have reached this level, but after all, he has disappeared, life and death - I don't know.

"My God, it's really terrifying, the son is one against two, and I don't know what the final battle will be like."

The face of the Zhu family turned blue, which was the color of fear. He believed that he could not resist any one of the two great Yue kings and eight swords. The fear that he experienced with his own eyes was too uncomfortable.

"Young Master will definitely win. His name is a legend in the entire Great Qin Empire. No one can resist his footsteps, even the Eight Swords of the King of Yue."

Situ Wanli is the master farmer who is most familiar with Wang Feng, and has known him since the Korean era.

After so many years, his name has become a symbol of invincibility in the entire Great Qin Empire.

No matter how many battles he has gone through, his name is still spread in the empire.

Even Ying Zheng had to admit that the most difficult enemy for the empire to deal with was not the Mo family or the peasant family, but this man named Wang Feng.

The million-dollar bounty is still hanging high, but no one can enjoy it, which shows that no one can do anything to him.

Snow Maiden and the others came, with a trace of exhaustion, everyone had it on their faces, even the sturdy hammer, which was as strong as an ox, kept resting, sweat dripping from his body.

"Friends from the farm, where is my eldest brother?"

As soon as the sledgehammer arrived, he immediately began to ask questions. He could feel Wang Feng's breath, but he didn't see his person.

When the Zhu family and others saw it, they all bowed and said, "Friends of the Mo family, thank you for your help, I will thank you later."

Xue Nu and the others bowed, and she asked again on behalf of everyone, "Senior Zhu, may I ask my husband, how is he?"

Snow Maiden's voice was still cold, and a pair of beautiful eyes revealed a hint of worry.

"Commander Xue Nu, everyone, we don't know the specific situation of the young master now. It is surrounded by energy, no one can enter, unless the energy is exhausted, we can know the situation inside."

The Zhu family reluctantly pointed to the chaotic area, only to see thick smoke, a violent fluctuation of energy, and nothing else.

Everyone looked at the area and prayed in their hearts.

There, there are their beliefs and the people they want to see, and everyone is watching motionlessly.

After an unknown time, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on everyone, and the source of that terrifying energy finally slowly dissipated.

The strong hurricane also began to dissipate, and a figure slowly walked out of the ruins.

He was dressed in a long black coat, handsome as a fairy, and always had a smile of Hexi on his face, like a clear spring pouring into the hearts of everyone.

"maple!"

Xue Nu saw the figure and ran over first, two lines of clear tears fell from the corners of her eyes and scattered in the air as she ran.

Yiren weeps, with deep affection.

Xue Nu let go of her restraint, and Wang Feng naturally did not disappoint her.

Wang Feng performed Ling Bo micro-steps and hugged Snow Maiden in his arms, as if he wanted to rub her entire body into his body.

"make you worry."

Wang Feng whispered in her ear, it didn't take much, just one sentence was enough.

Xue Nu was lying in his arms, silent for a long time, only sobbing softly, her hands wrapped around Wang Feng's waist, unwilling to let go.

Seeing this scene, everyone did not come here, and they dispersed to treat the wounded disciples.

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Seeing this scene, everyone did not come here, and they dispersed to treat the wounded disciples.

Wang Feng returned victoriously, and it is foreseeable that the forces that brought the snare here have been completely destroyed.

Zhang Han took the remaining dozen or so shadow guards and stared blankly at everything in front of him.

His action this time can be said to be a complete failure.

Not only did he fail to keep the fragments of the Stone of Intrigue, but he also lost nearly half of the shadow guards in the empire.

These shadow guards are all masters, and it is very difficult to cultivate them, and it takes a lot of manpower, material resources, and financial resources.

They did not die in the struggle against rebellion, but in the whirlpool of the empire's full-scale struggle.

This is what he doesn't want to see.