"Damn, what's the point of this?" Shen Fengming was unhappy in his heart, but he had no choice but to stand in the center of the square. Except for Du Tianfeng, everyone else has already retreated far away.
Du Anfeng faced Shen Fengming and smiled. "Let's try to resist the beating first."
At this time, Chang Nianqi's voice came: "Senior Brother Du, please don't slap me in the face. I can still use that face."
"Don't worry, I can't bear to leave my junior sister's pretty face for my brother." Du Anfeng laughed and rushed forward with a vigorous step, pushing his right palm straight to Shen Fengming's chest.
Shen Fengming naturally ducked backwards, but still couldn't make it in time. Du Anfeng's right palm silently pressed on his chest.
"Damn it, you brat told you not to hide, do you want to die?" Zhao Baixing shouted, with an angry look on his face, "If you move, I don't need to say anything to senior sister, and I will go on stage and chop you down."
Shen Fengming didn't even bother to listen to Zhao Baixing's words after Du Anfeng slapped his palm on his chest. He felt a strong force rush into his body, followed by several cracks, several ribs were broken, his lungs were squeezed, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
"Haha, it doesn't matter." Du Anfeng smiled, looked at the crowd and said, "What's the point of not resisting?"
Then I heard him say: "You can run, as long as you can escape from the palm of my hand. The second move."
Shen Fengming still had no intention to listen to the conversations of everyone present. He had broken ribs and a ruptured lung. Just as he was grinning in pain, the spiritual grass in his dantian swayed, and a ray of electricity shot down his body to his chest. In an instant, lightning flashed across his ribs, and a numbing feeling came. It didn't hurt that much anymore.
Shen Fengming held back the second mouthful of blood he was about to spit out and looked up ahead. I saw Du Anfeng stomp his right foot, and his whole body rose from the ground and rushed into the air. Still stretching out his right hand, "This move will hit you from the top of your head. Of course, it won't hurt your face."
Du Anfeng roared down from ten feet in the air, and Shen Fengming stared at Du Anfeng. Everyone in the audience did not look at Du Anfeng, but all looked at Shen Fengming.
They have watched this kind of game many times, and what they enjoy most every time is the helplessness and fear that the slaves feel when facing the strong men on the opposite side, and they are even scared to death and run around. It made everyone laugh every time.
Of course, there are also those who are not afraid of death, and then explode directly on the field.
It was rare to see an expression like Shen Fengming's, which added to everyone's interest.
In the blink of an eye, when Du Anfeng was still a foot away from Shen Fengming, a small dark cloud suddenly appeared next to him. The dark cloud was probably only a foot in diameter, with thunder and lightning rolling inside.
Suddenly, a small thunder shot towards Du Anfeng. Du Anfeng caught a glimpse of this vision out of the corner of his eye, but he couldn't avoid it and was directly struck by the thunder.
"Ah——" Du Anfeng flew out. Fortunately, he was quite strong, so he remained calm in the face of chaos. He rolled twice in the air and landed on the ground. He took four or five steps back on the ground and then managed to stop. Everyone was stunned and looked up at the sky. There was no cloud in the sky. At the same time, he quickly went forward to check and saw that Du Anfeng's hair was standing on end, his face was charred, and black smoke was coming out of his body.
Du Anfeng wiped his face and felt furious inside. As a disciple of the Law Enforcement Hall, Du Anfeng is also famous among the thousands of foundation-building cultivators of Xuanyuan Sect. How has he ever made such a fool of himself in front of his fellow disciples?
He pushed away the crowd and looked at the sky, feeling a little moved in his heart: "Damn, how can there be thunder and lightning for no reason? Could it be that this kid is just a fucking broom star."
"Junior Sister Chang, this guy is definitely a bastard. Senior Brother will kill him no matter what he says today." Du Anfeng said bitterly.
"From what I heard from senior brother, it must be this boy who brought the bad luck. It doesn't matter if the bad luck comes from senior brother." Chang Nianqi said calmly, it's just a slave's life. Although she still wants to keep this handsome man, now that senior brother has fallen If you lose face, then this slave will die.
"Boy, die." Du Anfeng held out a flying sword. The flying sword hung above Du Anfeng's head, and it vibrated slightly. Everyone knew that Du Anfeng was obviously accumulating strength and wanted to give him a severe blow to relieve the hatred in his heart.
The flying sword is charging.
The flying sword is charging.
The flying sword is charging up - a small dark cloud appears next to the flying sword. The dark cloud is not big, with a radius of one foot, and thunder flashes. Before anyone could react, the thunder in the dark clouds rushed towards Feijian.
Chi——
ah--
The flying sword was hit by thunder, and Du Anfeng screamed, vomiting blood, and lay down in a daze and passed out.
Practitioners often use swords as their spiritual treasures. There are also a few others who use knives and forks. When the realm reaches a certain level, external objects are no longer needed. Of course, if those treasures contain the power of heaven and earth, forget it.
This spiritual weapon is connected to the cultivator's spirit. If the spiritual weapon is damaged, the spirit will be damaged, which is no small matter.
At this time, Du Anfeng's flying sword received a thunderous blow, and the blade of the sword changed from silver to dark black. The entire sword was almost destroyed. It is conceivable that Du Anfeng must also be hurt.
At this time, he was carried down with smoke still coming out of his mouth.
Shen Fengming stood in the center, and everyone was talking in the audience.
"Damn, he is indeed the scapegoat." Zhao Baixing glared and roared, "Senior sister, kill him."
Chang Nianqi frowned slightly. Regardless of whether Shen Fengming was a bad guy or not, if Du Anfeng killed him with his own hands, Chang Nianqi would regard it as a favor.
Give Du Anfeng some face here, and he will definitely return it in the future.
It's just that now, Du Anfeng has been punished by God for no reason, and Chang Nianqi doesn't quite believe in the broom star. It is also beneficial to keep Shen Fengming and give it to his master.
"What's the rush? Killing him doesn't matter -"
Before he finished speaking, everyone on the scene suddenly felt a strong pressure coming from the air. Everyone suddenly felt like they were facing an abyss, facing endless darkness.
This coercion rolled past people like a flood. People shuddered and felt a sense of being hollowed out of their bodies.
After the pressure, people raised their heads carefully and said in a trembling voice: "Which ancestor is this?"
"Even the ancestors were alarmed. It seems that Senior Brother Du was injured, which is a bit evil."
"Do you need to say this? I can see it with my fucking naked eyes."
"I'm so envious. I wonder when I will reach such a state."
"Just you? Three days of fishing and two hundred days of drying nets. When grass grows on your grave, I'll go and have a drink with you."
"Damn it, let's compete?"
Everyone was lively again. Since the ancestors had come to investigate, what else could happen? Even if something happens, you don’t have to worry about it.
Chang Nianqi ordered Zhao Baixing and Lingtong to leave with Shen Fengming. Although her ancestors had already investigated it and found no strange phenomena, she still had some suspicions in her mind. She looked at Shen Fengming from time to time, and she had another exciting plan in her heart.
