Peerless Martial Soul

"By the way, Ziyue." He suddenly asked: "How do you know there is poison in it?"

Ziyue twitched her little nose and said: "Don't forget, I am a spirit body. When I am in the spirit state, I have a very strong ability to perceive various poisonous and spiritual objects. Can notice it.”

The night was deep, the inn was dark, the lights in each guest room had been turned off, and most people had fallen asleep peacefully.

In the corner of the outer wall of the inn, several black figures slowly stood up. They were all dressed in black, and their faces were covered with black scarves. Their faces could not be seen in the dark night.

The wall of the inn couldn't stop them at all. They just jumped on the ground and climbed over the wall.

They seemed to be very familiar with this place, and they immediately found the small courtyard where Chen Feng was. When they came to the courtyard, they found the door in front of them.

Several men in black looked at each other, and the short and stocky man in black among them stepped forward and struck out with a heavy palm. Although they were several meters away, the door was still blasted open.

It was at this moment that the lights suddenly turned on in the originally dark main room, instantly illuminating the courtyard.

They only saw a tall young man standing at the door, holding a long knife. After seeing them, he laughed and said, "Chen has been waiting here for a long time!"

As he let out a long roar, the momentum that was originally suppressed by him rose steadily, and the momentum soared into the sky. This momentum was frightening.

Seeing this scene, several men in black were extremely horrified.

"What's going on? According to the information I received before, hasn't this kid been drugged and has very little power left in him? Why does he look so powerful right now?"

"He looks like this? It doesn't look like he was poisoned at all!"

Chen Feng sneered: "You must be wondering now why I wasn't poisoned, right?"

There was a look of contempt in Chen Feng's eyes: "You Yan family are really despicable and shameless. Everyone is a piece of shit. Not only did people intercept me outside the city, but after I entered the inn, they even said such dirty things. The method is to put medicine directly in the food!"

"But do you think you can succeed by doing this? Tell you, it's a dream!"

Among the men in black, the leader was Yan Ping'an, the third manager of the Yan Mansion. When he saw that the matter was revealed, he simply stopped hiding it. He laughed and took off the black scarf on his face.

Yan Ping'an said coldly to Chen Feng: "Little bastard, even if I come to kill you openly, what can you do to me? Aren't you going to die?"

Chen Feng sneered: "Then try it!"

Yan Ping'an slowly pulled out the knife from his waist and slashed it out.

After the sword was slashed out, a strong wind blew up in the courtyard. The wind was so powerful that Chen Feng was a little unsteady on his feet.

Yan Ping'an shouted loudly: "Try the taste of my violent wind knife."

When others take action, their momentum is extremely huge and their power is extremely strong. The strength of the peak of the second level of the Shenmen Realm is fully revealed.

He thought to himself: "I am at the peak of the second level of the Shenmen Realm, and this guy's strength is at the middle level of the second level of the Shenmen Realm. My sword should be able to seriously injure him, or at worst, slightly injure him!"

"Furthermore, with such a huge force, he can only retreat and never dare to forcefully attack!"

But what shocked him was that instead of retreating, Chen Feng took a heavy step forward.

The strong wind swept across, but Chen Feng's feet seemed to be rooted, motionless.

Chen Feng sneered and said: "The Storm Sword is nothing more than that!"

Then the Purple Moon Sword in his hand was unsheathed, and everyone felt that there seemed to be a thunder flash in the dark night, and the black sword light had fallen on Yan Ping'an's head.

Chen Feng used the second move of the Thunder Saber, Thunder Strike, and slashed six times in a row.

The huge sword force came, making all the people in black feel suffocated. They did not expect that Chen Feng's sword force was so powerful.

And in the center, facing Yan Ping'an who was directly pressed down by the Purple Moon Sword, this feeling was even stronger. He felt like he was being pressed down by a huge mountain.

He let out a desperate scream and slashed out with the knife in both hands, intending to block the knife.

With the first blow, Guangfeng was chopped into pieces by Chen Feng.

The second sword, the Ziyue sword collided with the sword in Yan Pingan's hand, directly cutting off the sword in Yan Pingan's hand.

The third sword cut Yan Pingan into two pieces.

The other men in black all had expressions of disbelief on their faces. No one expected that Yan Pingan, who was at the peak of the second level of the Shenmen Realm, would be killed by Chen Feng with three swords.

And after their brief shock, there was great fear. Even Yan Pingan was killed so easily by Chen Feng, let alone them.

They were about to scatter and flee, but how could Chen Feng let them go, catch up with them, and kill them one by one.

After killing them, Chen Feng did not stop. Instead, he went directly to the front yard of the inn and kicked open the door of the innkeeper.

The fight in the backyard woke up everyone in the inn. The shopkeeper had just woken up. He was hiding in bed and shivering for fear of being affected. At this moment, he saw Chen Feng rushing in with a knife, and there was still blood dripping from the knife. He was even more frightened, and tremblingly said: "This young master, you, you..."

"What am I?" Chen Feng sneered: "Don't tell me you don't know why I came to you? Who gave the medicine in the meal at noon today?"