Rejuvenation

The strong momentum made the hearts of all the warriors on the scene seem to be beating fiercely with the offensive of the dragon.

At this moment, they felt this powerful killing intent tempered from the blood of the sword mountain. It was a strong fighting intent that they had never experienced before. It was as fierce as a sharp machete, which was going to be blocked in front of them. Everything is cut off.

At this moment, the gazes they looked at Chen Fei also changed into excitement, bloodthirsty and pleasure with this momentum.

In their eyes, they seemed to have seen the fast-rising top master of the provincial capital, dying under the fierce offensive of Zhanlong.

At this time, even Wei Jinlong and Zhu Qing in the audience could not help but change their faces, their faces were full of worries.

"How can this battle dragon be so strong?"

"Zhanlong's momentum is too fierce, and the killing intent is too strong, can Mr. Chen really stop it?"

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For a while, even Wei Jinlong, who is the most trusted Chen Fei on the scene, couldn't help but beat the drums in his heart at this time.

But at this moment, the aura of the battle dragon reached its apex, and the roar resembled a monstrous dragon, attacking Chen Fei frantically. With this momentum, the roar of the battle dragon reached a point, "Chen Fei, I tell you, the blood of the enemy is the smell of death!"

"Now, you are ready to meet your death!"

Amidst the huge roar, Zhanlong's double fists were like a rainbow, roaring like a giant dragon, rumbling and roaring towards Chen Fei fiercely. That fierce killing intent, blood-colored light, seemed to completely engulf Chen Fei.

Seeing that Chen Fei was about to be overwhelmed by this aura that looked like a huge wave, at this moment, Chen Fei suddenly burst into a crimson light.

The light was long and slender, bursting out from Chen Fei's fingertips, then quickly stretched and enlarged, and finally turned into a burning sword. The sharp sword rose up with Chen Fei's arm, and when it reached the top of the air, it chopped down in the air.

A crimson light pierced the sky instantly, opening a gap in the surging aura of Zhanlong. Then, the crack was torn open, ignited by the crimson flame, and the continuous burning spread.

The crazy war dragon felt this power, his body stiffened, and then the muscles on his face kept twitching, his arms shook violently, giving off a layer of vigor, frantically resisting Chen Fei's offensive.

But that fierce scarlet long sword, like a shooting star across the night sky, was getting faster and faster, getting faster and faster, and couldn't stop it at all.

Zhanlong only felt a tremendous pressure hitting him, with his arms in front of him, resisting the attack from the void. The muscles on his body were trembling constantly, the skin began to crack, and traces of blood gushed out from the cracks.

In such a situation, the warriors who were still marveling at the power of the dragon were completely stupid, and they didn't understand what happened for a while.

"Attack all, come and help!" It wasn't until the battle dragon let out a painful roar that everyone came back to their senses.

The first person who rushed over were the more than twenty foreigners of the Firebird Mercenary Group brought by Zhanlong. They were all diehards of Zhanlong, and they rushed towards Chen Fei madly regardless of their lives.

With a touch of energy and various weapons, it was like raindrops, crackling at Chen Fei.

With a light flick of Chen Fei's left hand, he slapped a wall of air in front of him and directly slapped these offensives away. Then with a light stroke of the fingertip, a crimson light flashed across the air, and a sword-like light flashed across these foreign warriors.

Their bodies were split in half in an instant, half of their bodies slid down, and fell to the ground with a snap, full of blood.

Suddenly, a horrified look was aroused.

However, before they recovered, Chen Fei's next attack came again. The fierce flame sword, like the sickle of the **** of death, constantly reaped, cutting off the foreigners of the Firebird mercenary group.

In less than three minutes, these foreigners and martial artists who had recently flaunted their might near Hannan City had all died in Chen Fei's hands, and they had no ability to resist.

Those warriors who stood on the rostrum and enthusiastically submitted to Zhanlong. I was still a little eager to try, considering whether to help. As a result, when I saw the scene now, I was completely dumbfounded. I shrank my neck in fright and hid directly. I didn't dare to make a sound at all, let alone offer to help.

Zhanlong gritted his teeth and insisted. Seeing that his more than 20 subordinates were so easily slaughtered by Chen Fei, there was an incredible look in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and glared at Chen Fei, "You, who are you? What state is it?"

"You don't need to know this!" Chen Fei said lightly, pressing his right hand down slightly, and the burning flame sword slashed down again, cutting through the **** mouth of the arms that the dragon was resisting, and it continued to deepen. .

Zhanlong felt this unstoppable power, and felt the breath of death approaching him. Suddenly, a strong sense of fear surged into his heart, and he shouted frantically: "I give up, I give up! Please, let me go."

Chen Fei continued to chop down with his right hand, and said coldly: "This is not a contest, this is life and death. When you threaten me with people around me, your death is already doomed."

The sword had already cut off Zhanlong's arm, and slashed towards Zhanlong's shoulder, blood dripping down.

Zhanlong endured the severe pain, gritted his teeth and begged for mercy: "I was wrong. I shouldn't threaten you. I admit my mistake. I apologize to you. No matter what you want, I promise you. I just ask you to let me go. ."

Chen Fei said coldly: "There is only one thing I want, and that is-I want you to die."

After speaking, Chen Fei's arm slashed, the flame sword slashed, blood and fire pierced into Zhanlong's body, taking away his breath of life. Only the last roar left for him, "You will regret that you killed me. Our Firebird Mercenary Corps will not let you go. They will avenge me."

With a "stab", the sharp sword slashed completely, splitting Zhanlong into two, completely losing the breath of life.

The blood stimulated the flame long sword, as if it made the flame on the long sword burn more vividly, a bit more bright blood color, and it made people's heart tremble to see.

At this time, Chen Fei lightly flicked his finger, and the flame sword turned into vigor and dissipated in the air.

With a gentle expression on the corner of Chen Fei's mouth, he walked gently to Wei Ling, hugged Wei Ling who was frightened, and comforted him softly: "Sister Ling, I'm here, it's all right!"

Being embraced by Chen Fei and feeling the warm breath, Wei Ling came back to her senses. I looked up and saw Chen Fei's smiling and familiar face, tears could no longer be restrained, and it fell like raindrops.