As he spoke, Lu Zhao had already raised his sword and swung it down.

Under the moonlight, the sword flashed like a shadow, fast, fierce, and accurate!

Lu Zhao didn't take this young man who was watching the construction site seriously at all, thinking that one strike of the sword would cause blood to splatter five steps away.

But he didn't expect that this seemingly ordinary young man didn't dodge at all, just stretched out his hand and clamped the scimitar in the other's hand with two fingers.

Lu Zhao subconsciously pulled it out, trying to pull out the scimitar.

Unexpectedly, no matter how hard he tried, Qin Feng's fingers holding the scimitar didn't move at all.

He was stunned, and then a bit of gloom appeared on his face: "You are looking for death yourself."

Then there was a sound of breaking wind, and Lu Zhao's fist followed, breaking Qin Feng's face.

This time Qin Feng moved, he dodged with a flash, and blocked with his free hand.

The two men's fists and elbows collided, making a sound explosion!

Seeing the confrontation between the two, An Jiuxiao, who was not far away, brows jumped: He is finished.

Lu Zhao was born with supernatural power. Not to mention his profound cultivation, he could kill many ordinary people in seconds with his brute force alone.

It was not easy for Qin Feng to keep his body from retreating after being hit directly on the elbow. As for the hand bones, they were probably broken.

Lu Zhao originally thought so. He felt that he had used 30% of his strength to punch. Even if he didn't kill the guy on the spot, he could still knock him seven or eight meters away.

But he didn't expect that his fist would hit a thickened alloy anti-theft door.

It would have been fine if Qin Feng didn't move at all. The force that bounced back from his elbow actually made Lu Zhao's arm numb!

His fingers seemed to be broken, and the soreness and numbness made his little finger tremble slightly.

Lu Zhao suddenly looked up at Qin Feng, his face full of gloom: "Are you a martial artist?"

Qin Feng was facing him with his back because of this dodge, and his back was almost touching Lu Zhao's chest.

He tilted his head and looked coldly: "What martial arts or no martial arts? I only know that there can't be any dead people on my territory."

After saying that, the hand that blocked the fist shook suddenly, and directly bounced Lu Zhao's fist away.

Then the fingers holding the scimitar clamped hard, just like scissors breaking through the cloth, and actually broke the scimitar directly!

The fingers holding the tip of the knife turned over and turned around to face Lu Zhao.

Lu Zhao reacted quickly, his eyes suddenly widened, and he gave up the scimitar and retreated quickly.

Qin Feng had no intention of chasing him at all. The moment he turned around, the scimitar blade between his fingers flew out.

——Swish!

The sound of breaking the wind was particularly harsh, sounding like a bullet passing through the resistance of the air and flying towards Lu Zhao.

The speed was too fast, Lu Zhao had no time to dodge, and there was no scimitar in his hand to block.

Unable to judge how much force this time, he could only cross his hands on his chest to protect his heart.

It must be said that at this moment he showed the reaction speed of a mature warrior, which was the fastest way to deal with it.

——Puff!

A crisp but dull sound rang out, and the tip of the scimitar directly pierced through his two arms, sank an inch into his chest, and half of the tip was still exposed.

If he hadn't reacted quickly and used his hands as a meat shield, I'm afraid that the broken blade would have pierced his chest.

Thinking of this, Lu Zhao didn't even have time to feel pain. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He looked at Qin Feng in horror: "Who are you? Is there anyone in their ancient medical school?"

Since eavesdropping, Qin Feng heard some very unfamiliar words from their mouths.

What ancient medical school, what sect, what inheritance...

It was precisely because of these that he took action.

Of course, there was another reason, of course, because the place where they were making trouble was the land under the name of Xingsheng.

If someone dies just after the start of the work, it will be a big trouble.

Even if he is not short of money now, he can't just watch 100 billion go down the drain. He has to stop it.

An Jiuxiao was stunned at this time.

He thought that Qin Feng, an ordinary person, could only withstand one move from Lu Zhao at most.

But he didn't expect that this man who looked only three or four years older than him could actually injure Lu Zhao, and he was still unscathed!

They only fought for three moves!

His pupils trembled slightly, and he was a little unbelievable: "Is it really the backhand left by the master for me?"

Impossible!

The ancient medical school has been wiped out, and he is still alive. It is all because of the master's life.

If there was a backhand, the master would not have told him.

Who is this person?

After Lu Zhao's scimitar fell, it was stuck in the ground. Qin Feng kicked it casually, and the scimitar flew up and fell into his hands.

"I don't know what the ancient medical school is. I said, this placeThis is my construction site. Even if you want to commit suicide, you have to get out of here. Understand?"

Lu Zhao's eyebrows jumped and he looked at his two severely injured hands.

The blade flew through his wrist and almost hurt his tendons.

This man's skill is probably at least at the peak of the Xuan realm.

He showed a bit of ferocity on his face, and murderous intent was revealed: "No matter who you are, if you want to block the way, then die on your own territory! "

After he finished speaking, he looked at the construction site, and people suddenly appeared on the site.

Five people attacked him with heavy machetes, and the remaining two rushed directly to An Jiuxiao, trying to take him away.

But at this time, a figure was seen like a ghost, moving between them in an extremely strange way.

During the period, he even took away An Jiuxiao, who was struggling to resist.

He was alone, holding a machete with a broken blade, and holding An Jiuxiao's collar with his other hand like a chicken, just like this, shuttling between the siege of seven or eight people.

But he never killed anyone, and even fought with the handle of the knife most of the time.

An Jiuxiao felt a little confused and embarrassed about what was happening in front of him. He was only 1.7 meters tall, but because of the injury, he couldn't break free, so he could only be carried by Qin Feng like a chicken.

For the first time in 20 years, he felt like hugging a thigh, and passively became Qin Feng's pendant.

At the same time, watching Qin Feng's knife fall , but not a drop of blood fell. He suddenly felt that this person really didn't want anyone to die on his construction site.

Soon, what was originally a group fight turned into a one-sided beating by Qin Feng.

And the way he beat people made An Jiuxiao's eyelids jump wildly - slapping the face.

He didn't want to see blood, so he directly used the machete as a kitchen knife and kept slapping the attacker's face like slapping cucumbers.

After a slap, a large area of ​​redness and swelling appeared on his face, and both eyeballs were rolling around in his eye sockets.

And Qin Feng's movements were very relaxed, even a little leisurely, which made An Jiuxiao once doubt whether these people chasing him were a group of drunkards, or... he was too useless!

After the dust settled, the machete in Qin Feng's hand was still stained with blood, because several people's faces were smashed.

At this time, Qin Feng came with a voice that made An Jiuxiao even more creepy: "Tsk, if you were hiding in another construction site, you could kill them all."

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