"Boy, presumptuous!" one of the martial artists of Tianxing country shouted angrily and walked towards Nanmen maple. It was the man who had begun to satirize Nanmen Maple before. "It\'s enough for me to destroy rubbish like you."

The man came to him, and without waiting for Nanmen Feng to speak, he punched Nanmen Feng\'s chest. The momentum is calm and extraordinary, and the strength is very good.

Unfortunately, he chose the wrong opponent.

Nanmen Feng blows out with one punch, which is the basic fist technique of Nanmen family. It has not been used for several years. Now, with the improvement of cultivation and realm, the same simple punch has an extraordinary momentum.

Boom!

A scream sounded, and a figure flew backwards in the direction of Tianxing national warrior. The crowd was caught off guard and was knocked upside down.

"Damn it, this waste can\'t catch a punch. He\'s still arrogant."

"What the hell? How did you get blown here?"

Yes! How did you get blown over here? Shouldn\'t it be the crowd of chiyun national fighters? When the knocked down man got up, he found the atmosphere strange.

Looking around, I saw the maple at the South Gate dressed in green, still standing in place, as if he had never moved. Who will be the man who flew over just now? Surprised eyes looked at the past. There was a man lying on the ground who didn\'t know his life and death. Who would it be if he hadn\'t challenged Nanmen Maple just now?

Quiet!

The crowd was horribly quiet for a moment. Tianxing Guowu looked at Nanmen maple in surprise, but his mind couldn\'t turn for a moment; Chiyun Guowu looked at Nanmen Feng. He was equally unbelievable. He didn\'t think he would be so strong.

Chiyun martial arts people are excited about it. After all, they belong to chiyun country. The stronger they are, the better they will be.

Nanmen Feng looked at the remaining four and said with a smile, "it\'s your turn."

The four people immediately looked at each other and looked very ugly. They thought it was a soft persimmon, but they didn\'t expect it to be a hard stubble. The man lying on the ground is dead. Blow him! They didn\'t want to go up and die. Someone began to sneak into the crowd.

Nanmen Feng said with a smile, "it doesn\'t matter. You can go together."

Together? The four looked at each other and understood. No matter how strong he is, he just broke through the ninth floor of the spirit realm. The four have a good chance of winning together. How can you be a man when you are frightened by one person and return to the star country?

"Go." I don\'t know who shouted, and the four attacked Nanmen Maple almost at the same time. Three swords and one knife almost sealed all the retreats of Nanmen maple. Can be selected to enter the emperor\'s tomb, and that will be the real weak.

The crowd saw a green shadow rotating in the shadow of the sword. With each fist falling, a scream sounded, and a figure flew back.

Just in the blink of an eye, the green shadow returned to the original place again and stood with a negative hand. The four besieged people lay on the ground and didn\'t know life or death.

"Who else?" the maple eyes at the South Gate smiled and looked faintly at the warrior of Tianxing country. The sight of the crowd was cold, and the steps gently retreated back.

It\'s too fast! The crowd didn\'t know what had happened. The four people had fallen to the ground. When was such a pervert in chiyun country.

"Nanmen maple, Nanmen Maple..."

Suddenly someone in the crowd of chiyun country shouted, "I know. He is the disciple of King Sheng, Nanmen Feng."

King Sheng\'s apprenticeship ceremony was well known in chiyun country, and the name of yubinglan spread all over chiyun country.

Another person is Nanmen maple, but the rain, ice and haze are too dazzling to cover the light of Nanmen maple. At this time, it was finally remembered that half of the disciples in Wang Sheng\'s mouth beat the nine layer martial arts in the spirit realm with the cultivation of the seven layers of the spirit realm that day.

"So he is a disciple of King Sheng. No wonder he is so strong." the crowd looked at Nanmen Feng with awe.

It\'s a great honor to be accepted as a disciple by a king of Wu. If the people present knew that nanmenfeng had rejected Wang Sheng\'s idea of accepting disciples, what would he feel?

Nanmen Feng turned to the chiyun national warrior behind him and said indifferently, "surround them and don\'t let anyone escape." Xuanyuan sword came out of thin air, emitting a faint golden light.

"What does he want to do?"

"Do you want to kill us all?"

When hunters become prey, the gap in mood is hard for anyone to accept for a moment.

The chiyun martial arts scattered and blocked all the retreats of the Tianxing martial arts. Now there are only four people left in front of the warriors of Tianxing country, Nanmen Feng, Yun Zhanxing and Jing family brothers and sisters.

"You go too." the maple head of the South Gate didn\'t turn back and said to the three behind him. Yun Zhanxing was about to stop talking and retreated with a sigh.

Jing menglang stepped forward quickly and said in a low voice, "brother Nanmen, they are numerous and there is no need to take risks. Besides, this is the business of all our chiyun martial artists, and you can\'t bear it alone."

"Yes." Jing Menghan came forward and said in a hurry, "elder brother is right. There are so many of them. How can you fight alone? Let\'s do it together."

Nanmen Feng looked back at the Jing brothers and sisters and said faintly, "don\'t worry, I\'ll be fine. Don\'t you believe my strength?"

When he first met his brother and sister of the Jing family, Nanmen Maple fought one against four, killing all of them like chopping melons and vegetables. But now it\'s different. Now it\'s a pair of fifty-three. Even those in the real world dare not be so big.

When the number forms an absolute advantage, even ordinary people can consume the martial arts in the spiritual realm, not to mention the 53 people here. No one has a lower cultivation than Nanmen maple.

Seeing Nanmen Feng\'s determination, the Jing brothers and sisters were in a hurry. Jing menglang stepped forward and stood side by side with Nanmen Feng. He said loudly, "no, you can\'t die alone. My strength is poor. I can always help. I want to die together."

Jing Menghan\'s anxious tears are about to fall. Nanmen Feng has twice saved their brother and sister. The Jing family will never be ungrateful. The problem now is that even if they take the lives of their brother and sister, they can\'t help Nanmen Feng at all.

"What are you doing? Let\'s do it together." Jing Menghan shouted to the chiyun national warrior in the distance.

No one moves, and the quantity and quality are at a disadvantage. Will it be changed by the emergence of Nanmen Maple? No one will believe it. No matter how strong Nanmen maple is, it\'s just a person after all. How much role can it play in the chaotic war?

He wanted to kill the warriors of Tianxing country. It was his own business. What about King Sheng\'s disciple? Even if King Sheng came, he couldn\'t force them to die.

"You ungrateful bastards, have you forgotten who saved you before?" Jing Menghan cried sadly. The chiyun national warrior in the distance just looked aside. It was nanmenfeng who asked them to block the way of the warriors of the Tianxing country, but he didn\'t let them fight.

Nanmen Feng looked at the Jing brothers and sisters. His heart was warm and whispered, "trust me, step back. You see, he\'s gone." he pointed to Yun Zhanxing who retreated to one side.

The brothers and sisters of the Jing family still remember Yun Zhanxing. He seems to be the escort of Nanmen maple. He is very respectful. Looking at Xiang Yun Zhanxing suspiciously, the latter nodded to them. Is he so confident in Nanmen Feng?

The Jing brothers and sisters retreated to the voice of Yun Zhanxing with skepticism, but their eyes never left Nanmen Feng. They looked tense. Once things changed, they were always ready to take action.

"Don\'t worry, he\'ll be fine." Yun Zhanxing whispered, as if comforting the Jing brothers and sisters and himself.

At this time, the warrior of Tianxing country finally understood what nanmenfeng wanted to do. He really wanted to fight 53 with one.

burning shame and humiliation! Anger burns in my heart.

It\'s true that none of the 53 people dare to fight Nanmen Maple alone, but this does not mean that the 53 people are still the weak bullied by others. They are all the best in the spiritual realm. In their family or clan, they are pinned on the existence of hope.

Now, being so despised by Nanmen maple, the warrior\'s blood is burning in his chest and his blood is boiling!

Kill!

The murderous intent of 53 people shrouded over their heads. Shame needs to be washed with blood. The cold killing intention tightens the body of the chiyun national warrior in the distance. Secretly, I\'m glad I didn\'t make a blind choice.

Nanmen maple, the first of them, was hunted in Qingyi with long hair flying. Some underestimated them. The battle was not as easy as they thought.

"Are you going to pick up the regiment and be a shrinking turtle?" Nanmen Feng sneered and looked disdainfully at Tianxing Guowu.

"Kill him together!" someone in the crowd suddenly shouted, and more than a dozen people rushed out and killed Qi Qi towards the maple in the south gate.

There was a smile on the corner of Nanmen Feng\'s mouth. What he needed was distance. As long as he opened the distance and used the wind, no matter how many people there were, it was meaningless to him.

The green shadow moves and jumps in the crowd. Every time the golden sword light falls, it will bring a burst of blood rain, and the screams can be heard all the time. The number of people is decreasing. Maple Qingyi in the south gate is wet with blood. There are others and their own.

The warrior of Tianxing country who stayed in place looked at what was happening in front of him in horror and rushed out. In the blink of an eye, there were six people left, and all the other eight were killed by Nanmen Feng.

The remaining six people watched the people around them fall one by one, but no one came out to support them. They turned around and ran away towards the crowd.

Nanmen Feng smiled coldly, "now that you\'re here, don\'t go." Qingying flickered again, and three people fell down. The last three people could hide into the crowd. They looked at Nanmen Feng with startled eyes and quickly lowered their heads.

Only three of the 14 soldiers fled back. Is this the strength of Nanmen Maple? The crowd was silent for a moment. Yun Zhanxing and Jing\'s brothers and sisters on one side saw the strength of Nanmen Feng and were relieved.

The blood dripped down the Xuanyuan sword. The maple at the South Gate took a step, glanced at the martial artist of Tianxing country, and said faintly, "is there anyone else willing to fight?"

A total of 58 people were killed by Nanmen Maple successively, and the remaining 42 people were shocked and speechless by the momentum of Nanmen maple. Everyone knows a truth. Whoever takes the lead will die!

"Don\'t be afraid! He\'s only one person. Let\'s get together and don\'t let him break it one by one." someone in the crowd shouted.

The crowd suddenly realized that although he was strong, he didn\'t have the strength to fight more than a dozen people at the same time. He could kill 11 people with the help of strange body methods. As long as he was trapped on the spot, he had nothing to do.

The Xuanyuan sword was held high, and the sharp sword intention burst out, "come out!" with the roar of the South Gate maple, the soul of the green Jiao roared out of the Xuanyuan sword and circled in the void.