Seeing that Wei Feng was not speaking, Bai Yuntian thought he was afraid and said with admiration:

"Hmph, it seems that I need to tell you about the glorious resume of Ghost Face Brother. Three years ago, the Hong family in Jiangnan offended Ghost Face Yan Luo. In just three days, the Hong family destroyed the family. Two years ago, Ghost Face Yan Luo competed with the successor of the Chen family's Taiji Hero, and killed him with three moves. A year ago, one person destroyed Changhe's largest gang, Tiger Wolf Gang!"

Bai Yuntian felt excited just by talking about this kind of record. What is a master? This is a master.

Stop the family and kill the gang!

He is Wei Feng, even if he has three heads and six arms, he is not an opponent!

The Ghost-faced Yan Luo was also quite proud of his achievements. Bai Yuntian could tell everything, and it seemed that this guy had done his homework.

"Boy, you're scared now!"

"In my opinion, you are just a three-legged cat." Wei Feng said lightly.

What? Three-legged cat?

This guy is too good at talking big, so he is not afraid of the wind blowing his tongue.

The ghost-faced Yan Luo smiled, and his smile was so cold that it was biting.

"Okay, what an arrogant and arrogant brat. I have been in the industry for so many years. You are the first person to dare to talk to me like this. Die!"

Ghost-faced Yan Luo could no longer help but be angry and rushed over with a whoosh. His speed and explosive power were not comparable to those thugs just now.

I just felt my eyes blurred, and the person had disappeared, and a hole was stepped on the floor. This was the first time Bai Yuntian saw this explosive power.

"Three Ghost Face Swords!"

"The first knife, the throat lock!"

Swish!

The ghost-faced Yan Luo pulled out the long sword that was straddling his waist. With a flash of sword light, he rushed to Wei Feng's neck. It seemed slow, but in fact it was as fast as thunder.

With this knife, his master let him practice for a full five years.

He was confident that this knife was enough to separate Wei Feng's body.

Wei Feng felt a hurricane coming, and then a cool air came from his neck. The corners of his mouth were raised, and his body was tilted, and he would avoid the sharp blade.

How could it be that it actually avoided?

The Ghost Face Yan Luo's eyes widened, and he was incredible. He then turned around ruthlessly and slashed again.

"The second knife, break the waist!"

The long sword came out from the waist, and a long crescent cold light flew over. Wei Feng's waist cooled down, and he snorted disdainfully, suddenly jumped up, still avoiding it.

At this time, the cold sweat of the Ghost-faced Yan Luo was gradually emerging, and in the flash, he had already avoided his two tricks.

Although he looked down on Wei Feng, he acted as a killer because he was cautious and did not choose to hold back. However, it seemed that his killer move would not have much effect on Wei Feng.

"The third knife, life-threatening!"

Click!

The ghost-faced Yan Luo stomped his feet on the ground, and the ground cracked a little bit, and then the long sword was like a silver-white flag, slashing in anger.

Wei Feng did not dodge or acted. Ghost-faced Yan Luo looked happy. This move was unexpected, and his speed and strength all reached the peak. With his early yellow-level skills, he could cut this guy into two halves.

However, the bloody scene did not appear. It was stopped at the distance of the blade one inch above Wei Feng's head, and it was difficult to make any progress.

"What, this...this is impossible!"

The ghost-faced Yan Luo looked at Wei Feng's fingers tightly, and he actually pinned the blade accurately. No matter how hard he tried, he could not move at all.

"The knife is good, I'll take it away. As for you, you can die."

At this moment, a black shadow slashed over like lightning.

Bang!

Wei Feng punched the ghost-faced Yan Luo's chest.

Click...

A sound of bone-breaking sounded, and then the ghost-faced Yan Luo flew backwards and hit the wall opposite, and his chest collapsed.

"You... are you also a warrior?" Ghost-faced Yan Luo looked frightened.

He never dreamed that in the small Dongling, he would meet a second warrior, and his strength was even stronger than him.

"It's a pity that you know too late." Wei Feng came to him, his expression was indifferent, and his murderous intent appeared.

Wei Feng did not give him a chance to speak, and he was killed instantly with his sword.

Ghost-faced Hell, die!
Chapter completed!