Could it be that the eighth prince still has an ulterior motive with the witch of Kunsa Sect?

...

Before they could come back to the taste.

A long sleeve had hit Li Chengfeng.

The soft sword hidden in the long sleeves let out a light roar and stabbed Li Chengfeng's throat.

"It will be useless for me to use the same trick again!"

"Wind God Sword!"

Li Chengfeng pinched his sword with his hand and touched it on the black-toothed sword.

The strong wind whirled over the sword's edge and slashed on the soft sword that was stabbed.

"Puchi!"

The red sleeve was cut open by the sword energy, the short sword was knocked away by the black-toothed sword, and it fell back into Hu Ying'er's hands.

"superior!"

Hu Yinger and two other Kunsa warriors rushed towards Li Chengfeng.

The other Kunsa warriors were killed by the Wang family warriors.

...

Li Chengfeng fought against three with one, and was not at all inferior.

The sword in his hand swept across all directions like a dragon.

The overwhelming sword shadow blocked all the attacks of several people.

Instead, the three men who besieged him were covered with sword marks and blood.

"Use the blood-reverse formation!" Hu Yinger sternly said.

The other two nodded, and the clothes of the three of them cracked, revealing ghost patterns on their backs.

A drop of blood fell from each of the ghost patterns.

Blood fell into the sword, and several people flew to fight again.

However, this time the few people secretly contained blood and energy in their inner energy, and their strength was three points higher.

But even so, only a few people can compete with Li Chengfeng.

"It's time to end!"

Li Chengfeng turned the black-toothed sword in his hand, and dozens of golden sword patterns appeared behind him.

...

The sword pattern is slightly integrated into the black-toothed sword in his hand, emitting powerful pressure.

Kunsa taught the sword in his hands, trembling wildly, and was about to fly out of his hands.

Forced suppression of the sword in his hand, the few people were about to retreat when they were right.

But how could Li Chengfeng let them go?

"Frost Sword: Fall!"

The black-toothed sword in his hand slashed out, and the hundred-foot sword shadow flew forward.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

Two of the three Kunsa warriors died on the spot.

Behind Hu Ying'er, a foot-long blood mark was also left.

She looked terrified and said coquettishly: "Ya Midbutton!"

...

The next second, Li Chengfeng's sword followed the shadow, and in an instant the black-toothed sword hit the woman's neck.

Hu Yinger also wanted to beg for mercy.

Li Chengfeng hit Hu Ying'er's dantian with a row of cloud palms.

"Puff!" The energy of the Dantian dissipated, and Hu Yinger collapsed to the ground on the spot.

The Kunsa people who were massacring the Wang family warriors saw this and stopped.

"then!"

Li Chengfeng grabbed Hu Ying'er with one hand and threw it to the Wang family's living room.

In the living room, Lu Wen hugged Hu Ying'er in a coma, his eyes full of anger.

It was the woman in his hand that made him lose face on the city tower.

Even after breaking into the Wang family overnight and almost died, it was thanks to her.

Li Chengfeng's hand movements continued and rushed towards the other Kunsa warriors.

A quarter of an hour later, all the people from Kunsa Sect were killed by the sword.

Wang Er and Wang Dabao then walked out of the living room.

The two knelt down at Li Chengfeng and whispered in a low voice.

"Thank you, Your Highness, to save my Wang family. We are willing to take out ten thousand taels of gold."

"I would like to ask Your Highness to accept my son and be a little book boy to repay his kindness!"
Chapter completed!