The personal soldier of the beautiful president

Qin Feng's speed was very fast, and he had already seen Death Valley from a distance after turning over a mountain.

However, Death Valley is very quiet, there is no sound, not even the sound of birds and beasts.

This quietness made Qin Feng frowned, feeling a very bad premonition.

Tens of thousands of people gathered in Death Valley, it is impossible for there to be no movement!
This is so abnormal.

In all likelihood, something went wrong...

Qin Feng's face darkened, and he was about to continue on his way, when suddenly his heart moved, and his whole body moved sideways for about ten feet.

Click!

A beam of sword light swept across the place where he was standing just now, and a big tree surrounded by two people was directly chopped off in the middle.

clap la la...

The tree fell.

The incision is neat and smooth.

Whoosh...

Three more flying swords shot towards Qin Feng angrily, with murderous intent.

Qin Feng was shocked, and he moved left and right to dodge.

click...

click...

The trees within a radius of [-] meters were all chopped off and shredded by the flying sword. Suddenly, a large number of trees collapsed.

Suddenly, an open space with a radius of [-] meters appeared on the top of the mountain.

Boom!
Qin Feng pulled out a Longmen standard long sword from the Najie, surged with true energy, and slashed one of the flying swords fiercely.

Fei Jian suddenly lost control and fell into the forest.

The standard long sword in Qin Feng's hand shattered, leaving only the hilt in his hand.

Compared with Feijian's tenacity, Longmen's standard long sword is really vulnerable!
mountainside.

The owner of Feijian, a man in blue clothes and an ancient costume, opened his mouth and spit out a bloody arrow, his face was pale and his spirit was listless.

Refining the flying sword requires constant nourishment of true energy and spirit, so that the flying sword becomes sharper and tougher, and it also allows the flying sword and the swordsman to understand each other.

When the flying sword and the swordsman have the same mind and mind, the flying sword is just formed, and the flying sword will act according to the thoughts of the swordsman, which is extremely powerful.

The flying sword is tempered to the extreme, meeting gods and killing gods.

Thousands of miles away, taking the enemy's head is like searching for something!
The power and terror of the flying sword is daunting!

However, there are advantages and disadvantages in everything, the close connection between Feijian and the swordsman, once the flying sword is severely injured, it will also hurt the mind of the swordsman.

Qin Feng almost shattered the flying sword just now.

Naturally, the spirit of the swordsman also suffered backlash.

If it weren't for the fact that Longmen's standard long sword was too scumbag, Qin Feng's blow would definitely shatter the flying sword.

If the flying sword shatters, the person who controls the sword will not become an idiot, and his strength will be weakened by at least [-]%.

The remaining three flying swords hovered in the air, surrounding Qin Feng, but they did not attack again.

The masters of the three flying swords probably realized the strength of their opponents, and were afraid that they would end up in the same fate as the man in blue clothes.

At this time, Qin Feng held a standard long sword in both hands, let go of his spirit, and locked the three flying swords, ready to fight.

Although he didn't have any powerful weapons in his ring, he did have quite a lot of standard long swords, which he picked up from the South Tanshan base.

Four men in ancient costumes appeared a hundred meters away.

They stared at Qin Feng fiercely.

Among them, the man in blue clothes stretched out his hand, and the flying sword that fell into the forest flew back tremblingly towards him.

Qin Feng raised his brows, and his figure moved suddenly, extremely fast. By the time the men in ancient costumes reacted, he had already grasped the flying sword of the man in blue clothes in his hand.

Feijian struggled violently in his palm, trying to get out of his control.

"Humph!"

Qin Feng let out a cold snort, and his majestic zhenqi broke into Feijian with an incomparably domineering attitude, and directly suppressed Feijian!
puff!

The man in blue clothes spit out old blood again, his face was as pale as paper, he stared at Qin Feng with great resentment, and roared in a low voice: "Give me back the sword!"

He lost contact with Feijian!

This caused his mind to be severely injured, and his whole body was on the verge of collapse.

The three flying swords hovering in mid-air all made a buzzing sound, as if they couldn't help but want to attack Qin Feng.

"Let go of the flying sword in your hand, otherwise, we will make you die riddled with holes!"

The owner of the three flying swords threatened Qin Feng loudly.

Whoosh!
Qin Feng directly slammed the standard long sword at the man in blue clothes, the action was fast and ruthless, and it was unexpected, no one expected him to strike suddenly.

puff!

The man in the ancient costume in blue, whose mind was severely injured and whose strength was greatly weakened, had no ability to dodge at all. He was directly pierced through his chest by the standard long sword and nailed to death on a big tree.

At the same time, Qin Feng rushed to the man in ancient costume on the left.

The flying sword in his hand shone with a cold light.

"court death!"

The man in ancient costume on the right roared, and controlled the flying sword to stab Qin Feng's back.

Qin Feng turned a blind eye.

puff!

The flying sword in his hand slashed fiercely across the neck of the man in ancient costume on the right, and a head shot up into the sky.

The flying sword that had originally stabbed at his back fell to the ground after losing its owner.

With a casual move by Qin Feng, the flying sword fell into his palm.

It wasn't until this time that the other two men in ancient costumes reacted, but in the blink of an eye, their two companions died.

The two men in ancient costumes were furious.

So he controlled Feijian to attack Qin Feng from left to right.

Feijian's speed is very fast, and the sword is full of murderous aura.

If it were someone else, it would be impossible to escape the attacks of these two flying swords.

However, Qin Feng is a legendary boss, a real person in the Xiantian realm.

Although these two men in ancient costumes can use their swords to kill enemies, their strength is only in the third realm of the three realms of the gods. The reason why they can use their swords is purely because of their powerful skills!
Qin Feng is faster than Feijian.

He left behind afterimages, and killed the man in ancient costume who was facing him. At the same time, he threw his left hand vigorously, and the flying sword in his hand turned into a cold light, and shot at another man in ancient costume.

The action is complete.

puff!

Before the man in ancient costume on the left could react, his chest was pierced by a long sword, and his whole body was taken away and nailed to the trunk of a big tree.

The man in ancient costume who was facing Qin Feng hurriedly wanted to call Fei Jian back, but it was too late.

A head flew up.

Blood shot.

Qin Feng retreated, just to avoid being splashed with blood.

All four men in ancient costumes were killed.

They had just come out of the Kunlun Ruins, and they had died in this wilderness before they could show their might in the ancestral land.

Really sad!
Qin Feng put all the four flying swords into the ring, and found several storage rings on the four corpses. There are a lot of stocks in the rings, and they are all very precious.

There are rare spiritual grasses and elixir, and there are many classics of exercises...

However, there are no spiritual resources such as spirit stones!

Qin Feng took a hasty glance, then put the four storage rings into the ring, and then went straight to Death Valley...

east.

The elder brother in black, who was about to reach the edge of Kunlun Mountain, stopped suddenly. He turned to look south, his brows were slightly frowned, and a coldness flashed in his eyes.

"Elder Brother, what's wrong?"

The woman in the ancient costume in red asked.

"The sixth, the ninth, the eleventh and the thirteenth were killed!" said the elder brother in black in a deep voice.

"What? These three senior brothers are all strong in the third realm of the gods. They should be regarded as top masters in this ancestral land. Who can wipe out all four of them? There are such powerful masters in the ancestral land? "

The woman in the ancient costume in red was extremely shocked.

"I told you a long time ago, don't underestimate the ancestral land, after all, this is our ancestral land, there are countless mysteries, hidden dragons and crouching tigers... Alright, let's go, don't forget our this time Purpose!"

The elder brother in black sighed with emotion, instead of going back to take revenge, he continued to walk eastward. He still has more important tasks to do...