Chapter 688 the true face of Hongfeng

Not far away, Mo Zhen suddenly exclaimed when he saw Jiang Huan's second knife.

"This is a fine sword, a warrior Sabre of the eastern rogue empire!"

Hearing this, Haotong looks back at her.

Mo Zhen ignores Haotong, as if he is talking to himself, and then says.

"And the quality of this Dao is also very high. It is the blade forged by the deep sea begging stone in the East China Sea. Therefore, its blade will be blue. If it eats blood, it will shine even more!"

"I haven't seen such a famous Dao for a long time."

Mohist school is a well-known casting clan in the south of the Qi Dynasty. As a core disciple of Mohist school, Mohist school has a deep understanding and enthusiasm for the world's famous tools since childhood. Also surprised at the casting methods of the eastern rogue empire.

Feng Sihai in front of the crowd heard the words, did not look back, just said lightly.

"Three purple threads are on the scabbard, which is the sabre worn by the three section emissaries of the eastern rogue state."

When the voice fell, Mo Zhen was afraid of Feng Sihai, but he asked.

"General Feng is also interested in casting?"

But Feng Sihai said with a sudden sneer, "I'm only interested in the bodies of thousands of Dong hooligans who died in my hands!"

The three of Shun Dongping on one side almost didn't laugh.

They have dealt with hundreds of thousands of donghoon troops on the battlefield. Naturally, they are no strangers to donghoon Dao. What's more, for them, a donghoon Dao represents the body of donghoon who died in their hands! It's also their contribution!

At this time, Feng Sihai and others have already lost the previous tension, and the atmosphere has gradually eased down, because even fools can see that Jiang Huan has won.

Even if they don't know where the three young masters came from, how they can rise from the dead and return to life, and how they can fight against Hong Feng with the force of thunder, it is important that Jiang Huan wins.

Feng Sihai sighed as he watched the two men facing each other from the center of the square.

"The blade is a faint firelight, that is to say, there is no blood in it. The third childe is merciful."

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In the middle of the square! Jiang Huan stood quietly behind Hong Feng with a knife breaking penalty and a thin begging knife, but Hong Feng didn't look back because he knew he had lost and was above the knife technique. He doesn't understand that it's the same Dao technique taught by Jiang Zhenfeng, and he has rich experience in combat. Why did he lose to Jiang Huan, a young boy?

Behind the body, Jiang Huan slowly put the spirit begging knife into its sheath.

At the same time, there was a slight breaking sound on the body of Hongfeng.

"Ka!"

In this moment, the tiger armour of the governor who accompanied Hongfeng for most of his life was cracked like glass, and then it broke into pieces of iron armour and scattered all over the place.

Only left lining black Wufu, long hair spread strong Hongfeng stay in place.

They don't know how long they have been staring at each other. Jiang Huan thinks about how to deal with Hongfeng. However, Hongfeng hasn't been able to show his true face for a long time. He is always bold and unconstrained and hesitates at this moment.

For a long time, maybe I want to understand what, Hong Feng moves softly, turns back, faces his back to Jiang Huan.

And Jiang Huan also turned around, but when he saw the real face of Hongfeng, Jiang Huan was shocked!

He didn't know how to describe Hongfeng's face, but at this moment, he finally understood why Hongfeng's hatred was so hard to eliminate.

Not far away, Feng Sihai and other people couldn't bear to look at Hong Feng's face again and slightly turned their heads.

In Feng Sihai's heart, there is only sorrow.