National Luck: Iron Man, the mechanical army sweeps everything

The two collided together like a comet hitting the earth.

For a time, swords and swords raged.

The ground was originally a piece of green grass, but within a short time it was chopped into a mangled head.

Qin Feng, who couldn't send out the saber aura before, now found that his saber technique became more and more mature, and even unknowingly sent out a three-to-four-foot-long saber aura.

Dangdang!
The more Wen Zhengyang beat him, the more frightened he became.

This guy!
How do you get stronger and stronger?

Did you have any reservations before?

He could clearly feel that the Qin Feng's sword technique that he was fighting with became more and more clever, not to mention terrifyingly powerful! !

Almost every time he took the sword, his arm was numb from the shock.

Even the spiritual power in the chest and abdomen began to vibrate endlessly.

This is what the other party did with just brute force! !

Are you still human asshole? !

Is this still the Qi Refining Realm?

At this time, Wen Zhengyang no longer had the confidence to kill the opponent in seconds.

The opponent is not only powerful, but also has terrifying agility!
He could clearly feel that Qin Feng didn't use any body skills to make himself under the blessing of body skills not take any advantage.

Even, he can even gain the upper hand in terms of agility!

The other party has such a strong physical fitness, which makes Wen Zhengyang wonder if he is a monk in the middle stage of foundation establishment, or even a monk in the late stage of foundation establishment pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger...

To have such a strong physical fitness, even many cultivators in the middle stage of foundation establishment cannot achieve it.

In Wen Zhengyang's perception, only some cultivators like Henglian have such powerful strength and physique!
At this time, Qin Feng was also a little surprised.

"Nima's skills in the realm of comprehension are really awesome. My attributes are already so terrifying. How can he match himself in terms of agility by relying on his agility?"

"Jarvis, how is your collection of sword moves going?"

Before the start of the fight, Qin Feng deliberately collected the opponent's data.

Even though he didn't have any formulas, he couldn't use the opponent's sword skills.

But with sword moves, at least one can predict in advance.

Don't forget that among the other two prey of the hunting contest, at least one of them is from the same sect as the guy in front of him.

"Sir, Wen Zhengyang has not made any new sword moves within twelve moves, and the opponent's sword moves have been collected by default."

"it is good!"

Dangdang!
Whoa!
Finally, Wen Zhengyang pierced Qin Feng's chest with a more proficient sword art.

But... he felt as if he had been stabbed by some self-defense weapon, and the touch from his hand was different!
Qin Feng stepped back a little and looked at his chest.

"Your mother's, do you know that I only have this one piece of clothing?!"

A moment of carelessness actually let him succeed.

Ever since he was teleported to the national battlefield, this is Qin Feng's blue star-style clothes.

It's the only thing he likes to wear.

The Blue Star people, who were still nervously watching the battle, were amused by his words.

The obviously tense and exciting atmosphere just disappeared.

: "Huh, it's dangerous, but luckily God Qin is fine."

: "God Qin is no one else! It turns out he was using the other party to forge a knife!"

: "My God, their movements are so fast, I can only see clearly by slowing down."

: "I'm afraid Qin Shen doesn't want to practice anymore, and this guy's life will come to an end."

At this time, both the National Warfare Division and foreign countries or organizations are seriously studying Qin Feng's sword skills.

They are convinced that Qin Feng's sword skills are different from the sword skills that Long Guo received battlefield rewards! !

The one who was more shocked than them was probably Qin Feng's opponent Wen Zhengyang at this time.

"You are a cultivator?!"

He looked at Qin Feng with teary eyes.

Just now, he obviously gave his sword with all his strength, but he didn't achieve anything.

With such a strong physical quality, who can stop it except the cultivator?

Qin Feng scolded: "I tortured your sister! Pierce my clothes and pay for it with my life!"

"Ding, congratulations to the host, "Qianyuan Thirteen Knives" refining proficiency level."

The system prompt sounded in his ears, Qin Feng ignored it, and flew forward to fight the enemy desperately.

Wen Zhengyang was shocked.

"madman!"

"madman!!"

He used what he had learned in his life to the fullest, but he still couldn't win Qin Feng.

Not only that, he could clearly feel that the opponent's sword technique was more proficient and more powerful.

"You, you actually used me to forge a knife?"

During the fierce battle, Wen Zhengyang finally discovered this unacceptable fact.

A monk who is not considered a monk in the lower realm of technology, actually used himself to forge a knife in a battle with him? ?
Wen Zhengyang flew into a rage, and breathed out the sword energy in his hand.

Qin Feng also showed no sign of weakness, "Thirteen Swords of Qianyuan" is stronger than one sword.

Slash towards Wen Zhengyang.

However, every knife was blocked by Wen Zhengyang's tortoise shell.

Qin Feng got angry and threw away the Spiritual Slayer in his hand.

Are things in the comprehension world such a bully?

He couldn't kill the opponent anyway.

He jumped straight up.

Wen Zhengyang had never seen such a desperate way, he was a little confused for a moment, and Qin Feng fell to the ground.

The two dug a big hole in the earth full of fragrance.

Qin Feng clenched his fists tightly, and greeted Wen Zhengyang with a pair of eight fists.

Bang bang bang!
"Aren't you very arrogant?"

"Let you be an authentic cultivator!"

"Correct! Zong! Xiu! True! Those who!"

"I smashed your tortoise shell!"

His fists are like a storm, and his agility and strength are more than 50 times that of ordinary people.

It is also five or six times that of ordinary late stage practitioners of Qi refining!
He swore a word and punched him, and the sound of bang bang was endless.

Wen Zhengyang was pressed down by him and couldn't move, let alone use his body skills.

"Let you smash my mecha!"

"Let you pierce my clothes!"

Qin Feng cursed, hitting Wen Zhengyang's green tortoise shell frantically, and he was about to collapse.

The turtle shell didn't collapse, Wen Zhengyang did first.

He instinctively covered his head with both hands, and shouted in shock:
"Don't fight, don't fight, I will pay!"

"Can't I pay for your mecha and clothes?!"

The jaws of the people on Blue Star almost dropped to the ground.

Is that okay?

I, Nima, was still fighting with the gods in the sky just now.

Fairy spirit fluttering, how can the style of painting change suddenly?

Now swinging Wang Baquan is no different from fighting with street gangsters.

The other party begged for mercy, but Qin Feng didn't stop, on the contrary, he beat him harder and harder!
finally……

Ping...

A crisp sound came from somewhere, and the phantom of the tortoise shell protecting Wen Zhengyang finally shattered.

The whole world was silent, as if only the sound of the shell breaking was left.

Wen Zhengyang watched in horror as Fengyun's golden shield was broken, and was shocked.

His spiritual energy was exhausted, and he could no longer support Fengyun Golden Shield.

"do not……"

After only one word, Qin Feng's iron fist had already hit his face.

Bang!
With one punch, half of his head was smashed into the mud.

Bang bang bang!
With three more punches, Wen Zhengyang's face was almost sunken into his head.

Die on the spot!

Panting for breath, Qin Feng looked at his blood-stained fists.