"Brother Dao, you are just a mere cultivation in the early stage of the infant, remember to keep a low profile, otherwise you will incur the disaster of killing. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" Afraid that he would not be able to convince Jiang Feng, Wu Yingying said hurriedly.

Regarding Wu Yingying's words, Jiang Feng was unmoved.

He carried a black cauldron for no reason, although he had an inseparable relationship with Wu Yingying, but the main reason was that someone was pretending to be him.

This situation happened very suddenly, Jiang Feng naturally wanted to find out and see with his own eyes what was going on.

Although he didn't sacrifice the Bloodthirsty Sword Sword, Jiang Feng's speed was still amazingly fast, and in an instant, he left Wu Yingying far behind.

"Brother Dao, don't you want to die?" Wu Yingying screamed, stomped his feet, and ran wildly, chasing in the direction where Jiang Feng had disappeared.

In the depths of the dense forest, a figure walked with a sword, not the imperial sword technique, but the sword, which was sacrificed into a flying magic weapon.

The man stepped on his sword with both feet, and controlled the long sword in the air, and the speed was extremely fast, shuttling through the dense forest.

Behind them, figures flickered and flickered, making a piercing sound of breaking the air, and they were quickly pursuing forward.

"Jiang Feng, give you a chance, just tie your hands and leave you with all your corpses. One said.

"If you want to kill me Jiang Feng, is it up to you? All of them are all waste, and I, Jiang Feng, will slash them with a sword. The man who was moving forward with the sword said coldly.

"Arrogance!" someone shouted, enraged, and sacrificed a flying magic weapon to fly into the sky.

"Khooth!"

A sword light pierced the void, and then it was a long sky of blood, and as soon as the person sacrificed the flying magic weapon, he was beheaded by a sword, and fell down from mid-air.

"I, Jiang Feng, have always been arrogant, and you are just waiting for ants, even if you give me shoes, you are not worthy. "The man, said the vulture, is unusually domineering, with a domineering aura that is superior to the monks of the world.

"Jiang Feng, you are too naïve, do you think that in this way, you can deter us? As everyone knows, it is you who are sending yourself to a dead end, and you will definitely die today. Someone said viciously.

Changle Sect issued a hunt and kill order from the sect, although most of the people were attracted by the dragon treasure and had no intention, but it was just because they didn't want to waste time looking for Jiang Feng, and they were not uninterested.

There was no need to search, Jiang Feng just appeared automatically, which naturally made many monks excited, and they pursued hard, wanting to kill Jiang Feng.

"Really, I said, it's up to you?" the man laughed, domineering, he said, "I, Jiang Feng, are known as peerless sword cultivators, invincible in the world, even if the powerhouse of the God Transformation Realm appears, it will be slashed with one sword!"

Many of the monks who were chasing were shocked by the man's arrogant attitude, they were really arrogant, and they just called themselves peerless sword cultivators, but they didn't even pay attention to the powerhouses of the realm of transforming gods.

All of them were itching with angry teeth, and they sped up, trying to intercept them.

"Peerless Sword Cultivator?" Jiang Feng whispered when he heard this.

At this time, he was mixed in the midst of a group of monks, and when he raised his head slightly, he could clearly see the figure in mid-air, the man's face was cold, his breath was cold, and he released blood light.

The statement of peerless sword cultivation came out of Luoying City, at that time, Jiang Feng and Lin Zhenwei had a battle, which shocked the world, and someone gave Jiang Feng such an evaluation.

This is undoubtedly the highest praise, and Jiang Feng is also extremely clear that with his current cultivation, he cannot afford this praise.

However, the four words of peerless sword cultivation came out of the cold man's mouth, and this could not surprise Jiang Feng. It seems, the man, knows something about him.

In this way, the man pretending to be him, I am afraid that it is not as simple as a whim, but has a purpose and intention.

"What is your purpose, what is your intention?" Jiang Feng said coldly.

Things have developed to this point, it is no longer as simple as carrying the black pot, this cold man has no scruples, makes enemies everywhere for him, is arrogant and domineering, has no scruples, and is crazy to pull hatred.

If this ruthless man was ambushed on the spot under the pursuit of many monks, it would be better to say that he would be a hundred, and afterwards, there would naturally be monks who would discover the truth.

But if this man is not dead and escapes by chance, then such a black pot is carried on his body, and he will jump into the Yellow River in the future, and it will not be washed clearly.

This kind of behavior instantly completely angered Jiang Feng.

"Jiang Feng, your tone is too big, I must be waiting for you, there is no place to bury you. Someone gritted his teeth and said, hateful!

If at the beginning, a group of monks frantically pursued and killed, each with a ghost, then, after the cold man said such words, they became united like never before.

"You are the ones who have no place to die. The cold man said, he was uninhibited with his sword, laughing and scolding, talking and laughing, and unscrupulous.

After about a cup of tea, the grim man leaped down and appeared on top of a mountain, his hands behind his back, standing proudly, waiting for the monks to chase after him.

"Jiang Feng, if you keep running away, we will kill you, and it will be a little troublesome, but I don't know whether to live or die, so I take the initiative to stop. Someone said in a cruel voice, with a hideous look on his face.

"In my Jiang Feng's eyes, you are no different from ants. The cold man said leisurely, and then said, "The reason why I stopped was just to give you a chance to wait for an ambush. ”

As he spoke, the cold man stretched out his hand and said, "Anyone who wants to die, come here, and wait for it immediately." ”

"Ahh

Someone was screaming, angry, almost with the cold man's voice falling, two figures, suddenly stepped forward and attacked.

They have been waiting for the opportunity to make a move for a long time, and now, when the great opportunity comes, how can they be polite, make a move immediately, and use the strongest means.

The cold man stood still, and did not intend to avoid the edge, he sacrificed his sword and slashed, and the long sword in his hand slashed two swords in succession, slashing straight down, a strong bloody aura, and the void was permeated, making people palpitate and chill.

This way of drawing a sword is not special, but that kind of bloody aura makes some monks' scalps numb, and it must be a lot of blood to have such a domineering aura.

"I, Jiang Feng, once beheaded 10,000 people, today, you take the initiative to send a good head, so give me Jiang Feng a sacrifice sword one by one. Sure enough, the grim man spoke.

In an instant, the two monks who shot out collided with the cold man several times, and under the shroud of sword light, the two of them became invisible, and finally, without any suspense, they were sealed by a sword!

"An ant is an ant, as an ant, but he has no self-knowledge, and he is destined to be the object of my Jiang Feng's sword. The cold man said rampantly.

"Jiang Feng, you are only a mere cultivator in the early stage of the Yuan Infant, and you dare to make such nonsense, do you really think that you are invincible in the world?"

It was a middle-aged man, who had dealt with Wu Yingying before, and threatened him, and his aura around him was cold, forming a terrifying spiritual pressure, which made many monks who were slightly lower in their hearts tremble.

The cold man looked at him coldly, fearless, and said loudly: "It's true that I, Jiang Feng, am the early stage of cultivation of that Yuan Infant, but it is more than enough to kill you with one sword." ”

"Dog guts!" The middle-aged man's face turned dark, and he stepped forward to fight with the cold man, but it was very fast, and the middle-aged man's back broke out in a cold sweat.

This cold man's kendo attainments are extraordinary, and it can be said that he has gone beyond the shackles of ordinary swordsmanship and has a tendency to find his own way.

As a monk in the late Yuan Infant period, he could not be said to be weak, but in a very short period of time, he was suppressed, defeated and retreated, and was almost injured.

"What a demon, no wonder he's so arrogant. The middle-aged man thought to himself.

"This person's swordsmanship?" Jiang Feng stared at it, and he was also a little surprised.

Looking at the cold man's sword, he is as violent as his own character, but it clearly contains a strong kendo will, and it is not the will of the sword itself, but the will of the cold man who is dominant.

"Take your own kendo path?" Jiang Feng said to himself.

However, if you have a strong sword cultivation and practice the sword to the end, you must go beyond the shackles of the original sword technique, so that you can become stronger and stronger.

But this is not an easy thing, the slightest carelessness is to destroy one's martial arts, and the gains outweigh the losses.

Yes, there are not no people who take risks, but absolutely, not too much.

The reason why Jiang Feng took such a path of sword path was because his experience was extremely mysterious, and this cold man, there was no doubt that he had a complete and systematic sword cultivation technique, even if he didn't embark on such a path, his sword path attainments were still enough to crush a monk of the same realm.

"Is this why you're pretending to be me?" Jiang Feng said.

The cold man kept saying that it was a sacrificial sword, it was not a joke, nor was it a big deal, but it did have such a plan, he borrowed Jiang Feng's name to calculate all these monks.

"In the name of me, Jiang Feng, tempering your kendo path, have you ever asked my opinion?" Jiang Feng said coldly.

The purpose and intention of the cold man are clear at a glance here, he is ambitious, if it weren't for the fact that he carried a black cauldron, Jiang Feng would have appreciated this person.

However, impersonating him, causing him to become the target of public criticism, how could Jiang Feng tolerate such behavior? At this moment, the cold man was sentenced to death by Jiang Feng.

"Boom ......"

The bright and cold sword light tore through the void and slashed straight down, the middle-aged man splattered blood, retreated in embarrassment, his face became pale, and without hesitation, he just fled, not daring to fight again.

"Haha......" The cold man laughed again, swept his eyes around, and said, "Who else, come and fight me!"

The monks looked at the cold man, and their teeth itched with hatred, but after all, they were a little more worried, that is, even the middle-aged man was not the opponent of this person, even if they were angry, they had to be afraid of it.

"Let's all shoot together and kill him!" said someone, suggested.

One word, the group responded.

"Kill!"

"Kill him!"

All the monks were agitated, and several figures swept out of the air with a tacit understanding, and slaughtered the cold man......