The personal soldier of the beautiful president

Wu Zhendong's strength is very strong, and his combat experience is also very rich. When he makes a move, he is the most fierce offensive.

The superb boxing skills and psychedelic footwork made Qin dangerous and dangerous at every step.

Qin Feng was firmly suppressed, and could only walk around the edge of the ring. He was almost swept by the wind several times, and his life seemed to be in danger at any time.

However, if you observe carefully, you will find that Qin Feng remains calm even in the face of danger.

While dodging and resisting Wu Zhendong's attack, his sharp eyes were also looking for flaws.

Look for one-hit kills!
The Qingluo sword was held tightly in his hand by him, the blade of the sword trembled slightly, waiting for the moment when the sword was drawn...

VIP second floor.

Although Lin Wanyan couldn't understand martial arts competitions, she could tell that Qin Feng was in danger now.

She looked nervous and worried, her hands were subconsciously twisted together, her brows were tightly knit...

"Hehe... Sis, let me say that you overestimated him, right? With this little skill, you are qualified to be our opponent?"

On the third floor of VIPs, Mo Xiaoshan pointed in the direction of the ring and smiled disdainfully.

Mo Shaoai ignored his younger brother, but turned his face to look at Wang Shisan who was sitting next to him and kept silent: "Uncle Shisan, who do you think will win this game?"

Wang Shisan gave a wry smile.

The Mo family is a big family in the capital with great power. He is just a reckless man, but he can't bear the honorific title of Miss Mo family.

However, Mo Shaoai was stubborn and refused to change.

Wang Shisan used to be the captain of the Mo family's guards. In addition to being responsible for the security of the Mo family's old house, he also took on the important task of protecting Mo Shaoai's siblings.

Mo Shaoai's parents are busy with their careers all year round, and the two siblings spend most of their time with Wang Shisan and the servants.

The relationship between each other is very good, just like relatives.

Mo Shaoai has always regarded Wang Shisan as an elder.

Even though Wang Shisan left the Mo family because of the incident ten years ago, Mo Shaoai's attitude towards Wang Shisan has not changed.

This time, if the situation was not urgent and she was worried about leaking secrets, she would not disturb Wang Shisan's secluded life.

Mo Xiaoshan also turned his head to look at Wang Shisan.

"Uncle Thirteen, that kid is sure to lose, right?"

"This..." Wang Shisan pondered for a while, then said slowly, "Young Master Mo, he will win."

"What? Impossible!"

Mo Xiaoshan froze for a moment, then shook his head in disbelief.

That kid is obviously at a disadvantage and will definitely lose, how could he counterattack?

Perhaps to confirm Mo Xiaoshan's words, at this moment, a clear and clear sword cry suddenly resounded from the ring.

Accompanied by a short and rapid scream.

Mo Xiaoshan immediately turned his head to look at the ring, only to see Wu Zhendong, who had been advancing bravely just now, now covered his bleeding left arm with his right hand, and hurriedly backed away.

Qin Feng, who was originally forced into danger, stood firmly on the edge of the ring like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath.

The long sword in the right hand pointed obliquely at the ground.

A drop of blood dripped from the tip of the sword along the blade.

The moment Mo Xiaoshan turned his head just now, Qin Feng finally caught a small flaw in Wu Zhendong. His long-prepared sword, like a poisonous snake coming out of its hole, pierced Wu Zhendong's left arm fiercely and precisely.

If it wasn't for Wu Zhendong's quick reaction, he pulled back and retreated.

That sword was enough to chop off his arm.

"pity……"

A trace of regret flashed deep in Qin Feng's eyes.

"Little bastard, you..."

"Now, it's my turn to attack."

Wu Zhendong, who was forced to retreat with a sword, had a gloomy face. He wanted to say some harsh words, but Qin Feng didn't give him a chance to speak at all.

Qin Feng gave a low drink and interrupted Wu Zhendong roughly.

Taking one step forward, he was in front of Wu Zhendong in an instant, and the Qing Luo sword in his hand stabbed at the vital point of the opponent's heart without a sound.

This sword was faster and fiercer than the previous one.

With Wu Zhendong's strength, he only saw a flash of sword light, which was fleeting. He instinctively sensed the danger and retreated subconsciously.

Stab it!

Qing Luo Jian's sharp sword tip cut through the clothes on Wu Zhendong's chest, leaving a glaring bloodstain.

Just now Wu Zhendong just slowed down for a second, and his old life would have to be directly explained here.

Wu Zhendong looked down at the scar on his chest, and was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat.

Damn, the fast and fierce swordsmanship almost made my heart go cold...

Qin Feng frowned, and couldn't help feeling that the earth-level master's reaction to danger was really fast.

He has already missed twice.

Nothing but three!

Qin Feng decided to get serious.

With a flick of the long sword, it transformed into a sword flower, which was as delicate and beautiful as blood, like a blooming blood lotus, so beautiful that it was soul-stirring.

Although there is no murderous look, it gives people a sense of sharp oppression.

Just like every blood lotus contains terrifying power.

This is the first form of the Blood Lotus Sword Sutra, Ten Thousand Lotus Blooms.

According to the inheritance, the Blood Lotus Sword Sutra belongs to the secret scriptures of the evil blood lotus sect, and it can be called the first sword sutra of the demons, which is extremely lethal.

There are only three styles in the Blood Lotus Sword Sutra.

With Qin Feng's current strength, he could barely use one-thousandth of the power of the first pose, and ten blood lotuses floated towards Wu Zhendong one after another.

There is a faint fragrance in the air, which is refreshing.

"What the hell is this?"

Wu Zhendong stared at the ten coquettish blood lotus with vigilance, and retreated step by step.

He was on guard.

But he didn't feel the slightest bit of crisis, which surprised him again.

Isn't this a big killing move, but an ornamental sword move?
bang bang bang...

When Wu Zhendong became suspicious, ten seemingly harmless and coquettish blood lotuses suddenly burst one by one.

Waves of violent and bloody murderous aura, wrapped in berserk energy, bombarded out mercilessly.

The first blood lotus directly sent Wu Zhendong flying.

The second blood lotus made Wu Zhendong vomit blood, his face pale.

The third blood lotus made Wu Zhendong completely lose his fighting power.

The fourth blood lotus sent the falling Wu Zhendong flying again...

The fifth...the tenth...

The violent and terrifying energy continuously bombarded Wu Zhendong's body, as if he had been hit by a heavy truck ten times in a row.

And it hit hard.

Boom!
The horrific Wu Zhendong fell on the ring from a high altitude, blood spattered, and his body twitched unconsciously.

The whole body was bloody and bloody, without a single piece of intact skin, the whole person became a bloody person.

call!
Qin Feng let out a breath of turbid air slowly, stood with his sword in his hand, and looked down at the twitching Wu Zhendong: "I said before, if you dare to challenge me, you will have to bear the consequences of failure. Are you ready?"

Love Luo Sword slowly moved towards Wu Zhendong's heart.

Above the tip of the sword, the murderous aura was cold.

"How is this possible? It's over so soon? What kind of trick was that just now?"

When Mo Xiaoshan saw this scene, an expression of disbelief suddenly appeared on his face.

The majestic master of a sect, the grand master of a generation, failed so quickly?Moreover, he still lost so thoroughly!
Mo Xiaoshan was a little hard to accept.

The boy he was not optimistic about really won.

"That sword was very strange... It was so terrifyingly powerful that it directly maimed a master, but the moment that kid drew his sword, I didn't feel any killing intent... I've never heard of it There are such terrifying swordsmanship in the martial arts world..."

Wang Shisan frowned and said in a deep voice.

The eyes flickered with brilliance, and a warlike heart was ignited.

He practiced swordsmanship, and he always thought that swordsmanship was better than swordsmanship, and that swordsmanship was the king of soldiers, how could sissy swordsmanship be comparable?

He has always looked down on swordsmanship, and after he became a teacher, he challenged swordsmen everywhere and won every battle, which made him despise swordsmanship even more.

However, he had to pay attention to the sword that the kid on the ring just used.

With Wu Zhendong's cultivation base, he was defeated by that sword so easily, it can be seen that the power of that sword just now is extraordinary.

Wang Shisan couldn't help but want to go up and compete.

Is his sword powerful, or that kid's sword is more fierce...

Not only Wang Shisan, but most of the martial arts experts in the private rooms in the VIP area saw the treachery and terror of Qin Feng's sword.

Many people are suspecting that that level of swordsmanship comes from what sect and sect...