Chapter 367： Jinobi Yamamoto

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(Brothers and sisters, I apologize to everyone in advance, it may be changed for three or four days in a row. I was invited to participate in the October Literary Month Author Salon event in Beijing. I will go back on the 27th. The schedule of the event is very I ’m busy, I ’m going to fly. Seriously, tomorrow will be Brother ’s birthday on the 25th, so I ca n’t spend it with Brother Shou, so please understand. After Brother ’s return home, adjust it and try to give it early next month. Everyone broke out once.)

One sword and two breaks, picking a knife and breaking one arm, the style of this knife makes Liu Feng like a demon, a lingering cloud in Jia Mude's eyes, completely covering all the sunlight of his life.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to practice this sword for another ten years. Chinese martial arts is an undefeated myth. It's too powerful." Jia Mude, who broke one arm, completely collapsed, except that he would mutter to himself, already Lost any ability to resist.

puff!

Liu Feng used his forearm to force again, while he and Jia Mude passed by, the machete swept across.

After finishing the sword, Liu Feng gave a smooth left hand, and ran off his Qianlong order from Jia Mude's body, and then returned in the direction he did not return.

At this point, the battle on Han Yichen's side also came to an end. There were only two remaining West Asian masters standing by him.

"Lao Han, can you help me?" Liu Feng asked, smiling, leaning against a tree.

"Of course not."

Han Yichen waved his nunchucks with both hands, and smashed the cervical spine of a West Asian master with a bang, and at the same time asked loudly, "Did you kill Jia Mude?"

"Kill, of course I can't run it." Liu Feng said this sentence, as if he was talking about a very common thing.

However, listening to the only surviving master of West Asia, the whole person was stuck in place.

thump!

At the same time, Jia Mude, who had been standing in place for dozens of meters away, suddenly planted his upper body on the ground. At his waist, a neat knife edge appeared, and even the inner crotch was cut off.

This is the power of a two-knife cross-cutting sword. I believe that Jia Mude would not feel too embarrassed when he died under this knife.

boom!

At the same time, the last West Asian master who was standing in place, was suddenly shot by the nunchaku and turned his head.

A total of twenty-one people were killed by the West Asian Masters League organized by Jammud.

"Niubi, this time I sent Ha, and actually got more than 20 Qianlong orders."

Han Yichen received the token in excitement, but in the end the smile on the old Korean face disappeared again, and he sighed, "Fuck, it only takes two Qianlong orders to pass the level. I have no use for it ! "

"How could it be useless, as you said just now, we can post it this time!"

Liu Feng said with a smile: "Think about it. Only people holding two Qianlong orders can pass the level. In theory, half of them can go to the next level, but in fact, one third is good. How many people have been robbed of Qianlong Order and are not willing to stop the first level? "

"You mean……"

"Selling Qianlong Ling!"

Liu Feng carried both hands and said, "After we cross the mountain, we will sell Qianlong order in front of the next mountain stream.

what!

Han Yichen's eyes lit up instantly. "Yeah, the people who can come to participate in the Qianlong list are top young masters from all over Asia. Many people have superpowers behind them. All they have is money."

"That's right. After we sold the money, we were half of us."

"Well, a Qianlong order, we have to sell at least 100,000."

"Less, a Qianlong is worth at least a million."

"Oh, you are so dark, but I like it!"

The black-hearted brothers continued to go up the mountain while studying the price.

The more you go up the mountain, the denser the forest, and the steeper the undeveloped wide mountain, the steeper the mountain. In this environment, many masters who are not so strong, climbing the mountain seems a bit difficult, killing and robbing at the same time. Things of Qianlong order also became more and more.

All the way up, when approaching the top of the mountain, Liu Feng and the two experienced five attacks, including Indian masters, Southeast Asian masters, and Korean masters ...

However, when these people came to attack Liu Feng, it was almost like sending a Qianlong order. There was no suspense at all, and Liu Feng and the two harvested nearly 20 Qianlong orders.

"Yes, it really did this time. One million, one forty is forty million."

While walking towards the top of the mountain, Han Yichen counted Qianlong Ling and shouted, "Although our children in Han family are not short of money, our family is very strict with us. I do n’t make two million a year. , But now counting this Qianlong order, I can divide 20 million. "

"It's getting foggy."

At this moment, Liu Feng stopped suddenly and whispered, "The mountain fog is very big!"

"It's normal to fog on the mountain, and the humidity is high, anytime ..."

"wrong!"

Liu Feng sniffed and interrupted Han Yichen's words, and said solemnly, "This is not the normal mountain mist. Hurry up and close the breath. The mist is poisonous."

what?

Han Yichen uttered a suspicion, but then closed his breath.

At the same time, a strange and unpredictable voice suddenly sounded, "Well alertness is quite high, but what you find is useless, I will bear with you Yamamoto Yunming to bury you today."

"Earth tolerant! It's one level higher than the ultimate ninja, should it reach the level of Dan Jin?"

Liu Fengfeng said lightly and indifferently: "Unfortunately, you may not know that the master of Dan Jin that I have killed cannot count both hands."

Huh, huh ...

When Liu Feng finished his remarks, in front of Liu Feng, a gust of wind was blowing suddenly ~ www.novelhall.com ~ The dense dry leaves and the mist of charming vision came toward Liu Feng.

Liu Feng's eyes narrowed, and he strode forward at the same time, blocking Han Yichen with his body. At the same time, a ruler with a long machete was moved by the wind like Liu Feng. Leaves cut off.

At first Han Yichen thought that Liu Feng's sudden act of shooting was somewhat unnecessary, but while Liu Fengdao chopped the dead leaves, he continuously made a jingling metal collision sound, even accompanied by an ignition star.

"Nima, the ninja leaf dart, what a good way!" Han Yichen quickly put away Qian Qian, and pulled out the nunchaku again.

When the wind ceased, the mountain mist appeared even thicker, and the dense yellow leaf darts were nailed to many trees around Liu Feng's body. If Liu Feng hadn't responded in time, I'm afraid Han Yichen would be in danger.

Huh!

Similarly, at the moment when the wind stopped, a blade of light rose from the ground under Liu Feng's feet.

This knife was not to stab upwards, but to wipe across the ground, turned out to cut Liu Feng's feet off.

And Liu Feng's reaction was even more horrible. He didn't choose to jump to avoid but to squat quickly.

when!

While the machete pierced into the dirt, the short knife that cut across his feet was also blocked.

Immediately afterwards, Liu Feng held the knife in a horizontal stroke.

Huh!

On the ground, Liu Feng's scimitar made a deep and long cut instantly. And the short knife that cut the ground to Liu Feng was also flied by Liu Feng.

However, Liu Feng did not force the attackers on the ground. From this we can see that this so-called territorial power is super horrible and the work is extremely weird.

However, Liu Feng was not without any merit. When he got up, a bright red blood drop rolled on the tip of his machete.