340 Cutting He Xue Dao
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Seeing this person appear, Feng Ming and Bai Qiao Mo also stopped.
The cultivators who followed behind also saw the red light in front of them. That blood knife was too iconic.
Therefore, those cultivators immediately retreated far away. They just wanted to come and watch the excitement, but they didn't want to die. What if He Xue Dao didn't kill enough and used them as sacrifices? Some people
looked at the backs of Feng Ming and Bai Qiao Mo with schadenfreude. They were all oppressed by the Black Dragon Gang. How could these two newcomers provoke the Black Dragon Gang in turn?
Only by dragging them to the bottom together, suffering the same hardships as them, or even living a more miserable life, would they feel happy.
He Xuedao's eyes also flashed red, no one knew if it was the reflection of the blood knife or his eyes were bloodshot because of blood-sucking.
He showed a devilish smile: "It was you who dared to injure Zhao Tie's leg in Black Prison Town?"
Feng Ming did not answer but asked: "So you are He Lao Er from the Black Bug Gang? Why do you let us repeat it when we already know it? Why don't we call Zhao Lao San over, and we will break his other leg for you to see."
The group of cultivators hiding in the back gasped when they heard Feng Ming's words.
Good fellow, so brave, he dared to speak so arrogantly in front of He Xuedao, where did this ignorant boy come from?
He Xuedao was not only not furious, but his smile became even bigger, but also more cunning: "You are so brave, I hope you can still speak later."
As soon as the voice fell, He Xuedao rushed to the position where the two were standing, and a long blood-red light attacked the two, with a whooshing sound that tore the air.
Feng Ming turned his footsteps and flashed behind Bai Qiaomo.
There are enemies coming, Brother Bai, hurry up!
The others were about to laugh when they saw this scene. This kid was so good at talking just now, and they thought he was equally good at fighting. Unexpectedly, he was just a wimp who could only talk and hide behind others in battle.
Bai Qiaomo was happy to protect Feng Ming behind him. He stepped forward, clenched his fists and attacked forward.
The fist collided with the blood-red blade light, and with a "bang", the blade light was shattered by his fist.
This was not over yet, Bai Qiaomo threw several punches in succession, and the fist shadows in front of him became more and more solid after being superimposed layer by layer, and rushed towards He Xuedao. This was Bai Qiaomo's counterattack. It
is impolite not to reciprocate.
There were still many cultivators hiding in the back who stuck their heads out and hid in the back to watch the battle.
They thought that He Xuedao had an absolute advantage, but they didn't expect Bai Qiaomo to dare to use his fist to directly withstand the blood-red blade light.
What shocked them even more was that Bai Qiaomo shattered the blade light with one punch, and they saw a black fist shadow in the air smashing towards He Xuedao fiercely.
Someone pinched himself hard and gasped in pain. What he saw was actually real. How could this person be a cultivator who had just entered the Black Hell Ridge?
Moreover, the fact that he used his fist to withstand the blade's light showed that his body was terrifyingly strong.
Even though the Hexue Knife had organized an attack again, in the eyes of these cultivators, the Hexue Knife no longer had an absolute advantage. Could the cultivator who used his fists in front really defeat the Hexue Knife?
At this time, someone remembered to take out the photo stone and prepared to take a picture of the battle. No matter who won or lost, this battle was worth watching.
As a result, he aimed the photo stone forward and wondered whether he should take the risk of moving a little further forward to take a clearer picture. The distance here was a bit far.
I saw the cultivator who had just been hiding behind another person and talking big, watching the fight with great interest, while taking photos with the photo stone in his hand.
How brave does one have to be to do such a thing?
Isn't he afraid that his companions will be defeated by He Xuedao and become another soul killed by his blood knife?
Feng Ming didn't think so much. After the incident on Yinfeng Island, he learned a lesson and prepared a sufficient number of photo stones.
Look, now the photo stones are useful again.
Brother Bai's wonderful battle scenes are certainly worth keeping, and you can keep them as your own private collection, and you can take them out to appreciate Brother Bai's heroic figure when you have nothing to do in the future.
Although He Xuedao was quick to react, he attacked again the moment Bai Qiaomo counterattacked, but he was a beat late.
He was forced to retreat a few steps by Bai Qiaomo's fist, with a look of surprise in his eyes. He had greatly underestimated his opponent, and his expression became unusually solemn.
In a short moment, many thoughts flashed through his mind, and he even suspected that these two were his former enemies who had sent them to deal with him.
In the end, there was only one thought left, that is, to keep the other party no matter what, to eliminate the trouble forever.
Bai Qiaomo's attack became more and more fierce, and the fist shadows densely surrounded He Xuedao, and from time to time, the harsh sound of the fists and the blood knife colliding could be heard.
He should really be thankful to Hexuedao for giving him time to adapt to the environment of Black Hell Ridge, even though he had been here in his previous life and trained in Heavy Stone Peak Hammer in this life.
But since he was new here, he still needed some time to adapt before he could exert his combat power.
And the most important point is that Hexuedao's strength is lower than Bai Qiaomo's. Even if Bai Qiaomo's strength is limited, Hexuedao can't deal with him.
"Bang!" A punch hit Hexuedao, and Hexuedao groaned. The force almost penetrated his body, and the blood in his body was cut off at that moment.
That part became numb, causing Hexuedao's knife speed to slow down by a beat.
Damn it! He Xuedao bit his tongue, spat out a mouthful of blood, and swung his sword at his opponent again.
A huge fist shadow smashed over again, and after a loud bang, cracks appeared on the blood sword in He Xuedao's hand.
He Xuedao's eyes finally showed fear for the first time. How strong must this flesh be to crack his weapon?
He realized at this time that if he continued to fight like this, he would definitely lose.
The so-called legend of the blood sword might really become a legend.
He Xuedao pulled back and dodged: "Boy, if you have the guts, come with me and fight deeper!"
"Are you going to run away just because you can't win? Sure enough, I was right, it should be the Black Bug Gang!"
An arrogant voice came from behind He Xuedao. He Xuedao didn't have time to react before he felt a dangerous aura coming and quickly turned around to block it.
This time, it was not Bai Qiaomo who attacked him, but Feng Ming who was watching the fight.
Do you really think he is a wimp who needs protection? It was just to confuse this guy. The spirit sword in Feng Ming's hand collided with the blood knife that turned around hastily to block.
After a harsh sound, a piece of blood blade flew out from above them.
The cultivator who was peeking from behind was dumbfounded. The blood knife of He Xuedao was actually cut off.
The Black Dragon Gang's men who came with He Xuedao were also dumbfounded. How could this happen?
Their second in command, who had always been invincible and could only be suppressed by the Black Tiger boss, now had even his eating utensils interrupted by two unknown guys.
Even He Xuedao himself was extremely shocked, and at the same time he looked at the spiritual sword in Fengming's hand with envy. What grade of spiritual weapon must it be to be able to cut his blood sword in half with one sword.
He was even more jealous of these noble sons of superior families, thinking that Fengming relied on the sharpness of the spiritual weapons in his hands.
At this time, the fist attacked from the side again, and it arrived in the blink of an eye. He Xuedao, who had just lost his blood sword, was even slower to react.
He had no time to resist, and he was hit hard by this punch and flew out.
Two figures quickly chased after him, and the two joined forces to beat He Xuedao.
When dealing with such a villain, what kind of fairness should be talked about? There is only one thing to talk about, and that is to eliminate the evil.
After a short fight, the cultivators in front and behind saw that Feng Ming and Bai Qiaomo were suppressing He Xue Dao together.
He Xue Dao's former majesty was no longer there. His screams from time to time made people wonder if He Xue Dao was really that powerful in their impressions.
"Bang", Bai Qiaomo punched He Xue Dao in the chest, breaking his ribs and spurting blood from his mouth.
With a "puff", the sword light passed through He Xue Dao's neck, so fast that he wanted to dodge, but he was too slow to dodge because of his physical condition. He watched helplessly as the sword blood left a long line of blood.
In his field of vision, the world began to spin, and his two enemies were standing below, looking at him indifferently.
Then with a "bang", Hexuedao's head fell to the ground.
No matter how strong his body was, it was not to the extent that the spirit sword could not cut off his head, not to mention that the blade of Fengming was also carrying a star of fire, which could cut through even the toughest skin.
In the eyes of others, they only saw his head thrown high into the air, spinning in the air, and then falling heavily to the ground. The eyes on his head were still wide open, as if he couldn't believe it all.
The arrogant Hexuedao, actually died? !
All the cultivators who saw this scene seemed to have their throats strangled by a hand, unable to make any sound.
Feng Ming walked over and kicked the head of the dead man flying, hitting the rocks nearby and shattering it.
Feng Ming went to the location of the black bug gang. Those gang members didn't think Feng Ming was a boastful wimp. When they saw him looking at them, they quickly dispersed like birds and beasts.
They all wished they had two more legs and could run faster, for fear that the evil spirit would catch up and give them a sword, killing them.
Feng Ming curled his lips: "Why are you running so fast now? Am I scary?"
He said this, but did not chase after them. They still had to rely on these guys to spread the news that Hexuedao died in their hands, and then wait inside for the black tiger to come to their door and be slaughtered.
As for whether the black tiger would come? There was no possibility at all, otherwise he would never get rid of the name of the Black Bug Gang.
The cultivators behind him also ran away at the fastest speed in their lives. It was too scary.
Such a scary Hexuedao died in their hands, how could they not be more scary?
Especially when they heard Feng Ming asking "Am I scary", their legs were shaking, and they were almost scared to death.
The cultivators in Black Prison Town, except for a few who were in seclusion and unable to receive news from the outside, all ran out and waited outside for news from Black Prison Ridge.
At this time, two new people came to Black Prison Town, and everyone turned their heads to look.
It was a strange thing, either there were no new people, or they came one after another, and two new people came again.