Feng Wuhen has always been very good at doing things, and the same is true for finding people.

Feng Wuhen knew very well that when the secret code was obtained by the Twelve Feipeng Gang, it would be difficult to find Sun Jian one step ahead of time than Tu Dapeng and others on the territory of the Twelve Feipeng Gang.

Because of this, Feng Wuhen did not choose to take the initiative to find Sun Jian.

Since the Twelve Feipeng Gang is destined to find Sun Jian one step ahead, then lurking the Twelve Feipeng Gang is naturally the best choice. The person responsible for finding Sun Jian is Tu Dapeng, so staying next to Tu Dapeng will naturally be the best choice.

As long as Tu Dapeng finds Sun Jian, it is equivalent to Feng Wuhen finding Sun Jian. If Tu Dapeng can't find Sun Jian, it means that Sun Jian is temporarily safe and has not fallen into the hands of the Twelve Feipeng Gang.

Many principles in the world are simple, but some people are hard to imagine under certain circumstances. But Feng Wuhen can always think of such simple methods at this time, and can always use unique methods to achieve the goal.

Just as at this moment, Tu Dapeng was shocked to find Feng Wuhen showing his sword.

He never dreamed that Feng Wuhen would appear in such a place at this time.

However, Tu Dapeng is also a smart person. He immediately understood Feng Wuhen’s plan and immediately understood why there was no news about Feng Wuhen these days. It turned out that Feng Wuhen had sneaked into his team a long time ago.

Looking at Feng Wuhen, who was wearing the iconic costumes of the Twelve Feipeng Gang, Tu Dapeng wished he could cut Feng Wuhen into pieces. While giving orders, he asked his subordinates to quickly take down Sun Jian and Wen Hu, regardless of life or death; on the other hand, he held the knife and killed Feng Wuhen.

Feng Wuhen had no words. His purpose was very clear. He first captured the king, and then took Tu Dapeng. Only after taking Tu Dapeng can he be qualified to speak.

Tu Dapeng roared and swept up slanted. Feiling Feng Wuhen's head slashed down lightning.

"bite"

Swords and swords intersect.

Logically speaking, Tu Dapeng attacked in the air, and his aura was at his limit, and few people could block this attack.

But when the swords collided, a huge force penetrated through the knife. Tu Dapeng suddenly felt as if he was struck by lightning. He almost couldn't even hold the knife and was shocked to fly away.

Feng Wuhen stood tall and stood tall, not only not only did he not retreat, but his clothes were not even shaking at all.

Tu Dapeng was shocked. Only then did he realize that the other party not only had extremely skilled swordsmanship, but also had profound skills, not only not inferior to him, but also even more than that.

Tu Dapeng really didn't understand. Feng Wuhen looked only about twenty years old, so how could he practice such profound skills? Or maybe Feng Wuhen was born with divine power?

The thought came to an abrupt end.

The sword turned into a ray of shadow, and with the pace of Feng Wuhen's raging forward, it rushed towards Tu Dapeng like a flash of lightning.

Tu Dapeng had just stood firm and his sword had already stabbed, and there was no chance or time to change his moves.

bite!

The swords and swords attacked again, and sparks flew everywhere.

This time, Feng Wuhen attacked the main attack, while Tu Dapeng defended, but the situation was very different.

Tu Dapeng's powerful sword just now was not only not achieved success, but was forced to retreat. Now Tu Dapeng once again rushed out his sword to block the sword edge. The precise blocking and blocking it in a solid place, but the terrifying force seemed to rush to the torrent. Tu Dapeng was immediately defeated and staggered back seven or eight feet before he could calm down in front of him.

Before Tu Dapeng could dissolve his energy and strength, the sharp sword came again.

Feng Wuhen’s sword drawing has not changed much, he only pays attention to the three words of fast, ruthlessness and accuracy.

Under such circumstances, there is no need to use other sword techniques. At this time, Tu Dapeng made a mistake in judging Feng Wuhen's strength, so he fell to the point where he could only barely resist the parry after the first move, and there was no way to change his moves. This kind of quick, ruthless and accurate sword technique is undoubtedly the best sword technique.

Since Tu Dapeng used his first move, this battle has fallen completely under Feng Wuhen's control.

The sword edges that are everywhere and can see through the gaps are like tides.

Tu Dapeng complained secretly in his heart, but he was helpless.

He wanted to ask his subordinates for help, but he had no way to speak.

The reason was not because he was afraid of losing face, but because he didn't even have a chance to speak. Feng Wuhen's sword move was too fast and too fast, so he didn't give him a chance to breathe and distract himself. He was very sure that once he spoke a word, Qiu Mantian's sword would pierce his throat in the next second.

After seven or eight breaths, Feng Wuhen had stabbed six or seventy-two swords. Although Tu Dapeng had resisted them all, the price he paid was very heavy.

His hands were stained with blood, and it was difficult for him to stand firmly.

Anyone who sees this scene is hard to believe - Wan Peng King sits down with the number one general Tu Dapeng, who will be beaten to the point of being beaten without any strength.

Not only others can't believe it, but Tu Dapeng himself can't believe it either. He hoped that he would just have a nightmare, but unfortunately the tingling pain from his palms and arms was reminded all the time that this was not a nightmare.

Tu Dapeng, who blocked the forty-second sword, finally couldn't support it. With a bang, he fell to the ground.

Feng Wuhen's sword force spread again and stabbed again.

At this moment, Tu Dapeng was no longer able to resist Feng Wuhen's killing move, but he should not die. Some of his subordinates reacted and immediately rushed to support him.

More than a dozen men, waving their weapons, fought desperately, and came towards Feng Wuhen.

Feng Wuhen snorted coldly, his body movement unfolded, and the person followed the sword and turned into thousands of sword shadows. He calmly advanced and retreated like a ghost in the fierce attacks of the great men. Wherever the sword edge passed, someone would fall and die.

However, after three breaths, all the great men who rushed over fell.

Feng Wuhen didn't take a breath and rushed towards Tu Dapeng, who had just recovered a little.

To deal with those men, Feng Wuhen's sword technique was agile and ethereal, but he was as fast as thunder and lightning when dealing with Tu Dapeng. Anyone could see that these two completely different sword technique moves were moved and used as they pleased in Feng Wuhen's hands, and had reached a very profound realm.

Looking at the sword edge that stabbed again, although Tu Dapeng wanted to dodge, his years of combat experience told him that he could not avoid it no matter what. He had to reluctantly raise his breath, inject the remaining power into the deformed scimitar, and issue a life-saving blow.

Tu Dapeng does have some skills.

Although the Feng Wuhen sword looks straight, it is walking in an arc. Because the arc does not change much and the speed is fast, it is difficult for ordinary masters to see clearly. Once the judgment is wrong, it will inevitably be difficult to hit the actual point. As a result, it will inevitably usher in waves of not simple attacks and kills, and the force it bears will be stronger.

But Tu Dapeng saw it clearly, and the deformed scimitar hit the real point very accurately. In the end, the sword collided again and again.

Although Tu Dapeng's sword was very powerful, he was not strong enough. The sword flew out in a hurry, and the person flew six feet away in a mess and fell to the ground.

Tu Dapeng immediately wanted to get up, but this thought came to his mind, and a bright sword was already on his throat.

Tu Dapeng's whole body was cold and he no longer had any movement.

"Stop!"

Feng Wuhen said calmly.

Although his voice was not loud, he actually suppressed all the shouts of killing in the room.
Chapter completed!