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Chapter 40: Nine Stars in a Row

  Bai Xiaolou's delicate eyebrows flashed with a hint of disdain, although she hadn't expected this man to be so cowardly and afraid of death, abandoning his brother without a care. However, the opponent's defense after mobilizing his Lingtian energy was simply too outstanding, and it was impossible for her to inflict fatal damage on him with just her bare hands in a short period of time.

  In the blink of an eye, the big man with a black face had already run tens of feet away. This person's defense and strength were quite outstanding, at least higher than those of the same level of cultivators, but his speed was not good.

  He ran away, and Bai Xiaolou also pounced on him, using all his strength to beat him until he fled in disarray.

  "Smelly girls! You'd better not hit me again, or I won't be polite!" The black-faced big man was beaten by Bai Xiaolou to the point of unbearable pain. Although his defense was good, he couldn't withstand Bai Xiaolou's relentless attacks.

  "How dare you! You're asking for death!" Bai Xiaolou's beautiful eyes turned cold, with a strong murderous intent. She had grown up like this, and no one had ever dared to scold her as a stinky girl.

  As Bai Xiaolou's palm struck the back of Hei Lian Dahan, he suddenly lurched forward, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Although he had suffered a serious injury, it allowed him to put some distance between himself and Bai Xiaolou. His feet didn't dare stop for even a moment as he desperately sprinted forward. He knew that if he stopped, he would undoubtedly be killed, but by fleeing, there was still a glimmer of hope for survival.

  A sudden gust of wind swept past his side, and a figure flashed by like lightning, blocking his path ten meters ahead.

  The big man with a dark face looked at him and found it was actually Tang Feng.

  "Get out of the way!" The black-faced big man made a rabbit-hawk gesture, his face full of ferocity, and swung the large knife in his hand with a fierce wind, charging towards Tang Feng without hesitation.

  Just now his companion who was eating with him also saw it, so when he rushed towards Tang Feng, he specially protected his eyes very well.

  Tang Feng's mouth curled up with a hint of mockery. Just now, the other side had so many people, he must find their weakness and take them down as quickly as possible to eliminate the enemy's strength.

  Now...

  With a "ding" sound, a cold light flashed on Tang Feng's right hand, and a flying knife appeared, emitting dazzling rays under the sunlight.

  Tang Feng flipped his wrist, pouring the aura into the flying knife. His body arched, and with a flick of his right hand, the flying knife shot out, propelled by the momentum of his movement.

  His body swayed once more, his left hand stretched out, and two flying knives flew out again.

  His body swayed once more, his right hand emerged, and three flying knives shot out.

  Left hand out, still three rods!

  In total, nine flying knives were used up by Tang Feng with all his might in a short span of half an eye blink. In mid-air, these nine flying knives formed a straight line, like a long whip, each head connected to the tail, and the tail connected to the head, with a distance of one palm between them, without any difference.

  If someone were standing on the side watching, they would definitely applaud this dark weapon technique.

  As he watched the flying dagger rapidly shoot towards him, the black-faced big man was instantly frozen in fear, the dagger infinitely enlarged, while he himself infinitely shrunk, giving rise to an irresistible thought from the bottom of his heart.

  "Dang dang dang dang......" A series of sounds came, followed by a "plop".

  Nine flying knives, all hit the black-faced big man's chest at one point, without any deviation. The first four flying knives directly dispersed the big man's protective aura of his body as a yellow stage upper boundary. The last three flying knives were offset by the defensive aura transformed by the big man's aura heart power. The last two flying knives were inserted into the big man's chest, with no gap between them. The first knife was inserted halfway, and under the impact of the second knife, it directly sank completely into his body.

  The big Han's body, which was rushing forward, suddenly stopped and swayed, stumbling and staggering. The chopping knife held high in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

  The big man with a black face looked down at his own chest, helplessly stretched out his hand to touch the fresh blood splashing from the wound, and whispered: "Good... fast!" Then he fell backwards to the ground, his eyes still wide open.

  Bai Xiaolou finally caught up from behind, his beautiful eyes staring at Tang Feng in extreme shock.

  Tang Feng still maintained the posture of throwing flying knives, his body slightly leaning forward, with a low head, one hand in front and one hand behind, his melancholic eyes were gentle but hurtful, and his whole body was filled with a strong murderous aura.

  Nine Stars in a Row! One of the top-grade hidden weapon techniques of the Tang Sect, perhaps in his past life, Tang Feng could only bring out 50% of its essence. However, in this life, with these soft hands and after cultivating the Unfixed Formula, Tang Feng can basically fully control this technique now.

  "My goodness!" Bai Xiaolou muttered to herself, earlier she was behind the black-faced big man and didn't see how Tang Feng made his move. However, this black-faced big man had thick skin and tough flesh, she attacked for half a day but couldn't kill him, yet Tang Feng actually finished him off with just a flying knife!

  Hidden weapons, if not shot in a fatal position, generally speaking, the lethality is usually smaller, after all, it's not as good as a knife or sword cutting.

  Is he still shooting hidden weapons? How did that ordinary flying knife break through the big man's protective aura and take his life? Bai Xiaolou couldn't understand it no matter how hard he thought.

  "Underestimating one's own strength!" Tang Feng patted off the dust on his body, opened a new jar of wine and took a swig.

  The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and several black-clad men who had been shot blind by Tang Feng but not killed were wailing incessantly.

  It wasn't until now that Bai Xiaochun realized with utter shame that Tang Feng had actually taken care of all the enemies attacking him!

  That's seven people! Including the five he ambushed at the beginning, that means in such a short time, he alone took down twelve enemies, two of whom were mid-grade Huang stage, and the rest were all stronger than him.

  Not only that, he rushed over and killed the strongest black-faced big man with a hidden weapon! A yellow rank upper-grade cultivator.

  Bai Xiaoluo's heart began to beat violently! Although she was the sister of the Lord of White Emperor City, and although she had once been a mid-grade Tianjiao expert, she couldn't help but feel terrified by Tang Feng's killing speed, feeling inferior.

  Is this really the potential of someone who has a change of heart after just one refinement?

  "Are you really only a fifth-grade cultivator?" Bai Xiaolou asked hesitantly, subconsciously she would rather believe that Tang Feng's usual performance was fake.

  "Borders don't represent everything, there are many ways to kill." Tang Feng said with a profound and mysterious tone after taking a sip of wine.

  "Who taught you the technique of using hidden weapons?" Bai Xiaolou couldn't help but ask, although she didn't see it very clearly, Tang Feng's method of shooting out hidden weapons was really too mysterious.

  "You want to learn? I'll teach you!" Tang Feng smiled slightly.

  "Who wants to learn is just curious." Bai Xiaolou's face was somewhat unnatural.

  "Never mind that for now." Tang Feng walked over to the black-faced big man, picked up his chopping knife, and then walked over to a black-clothed person who was already blind in both eyes, and chopped him down with one knife.

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