Chapter 358： Counterfeit

"moron!"

Yang Xie said coldly.

He naturally knew that Qin Feng would not make a move for no reason, and if there was no legitimate reason to make a move against Miaoyue, this would be a sudden act. Obviously Qin Feng did not make a sudden move, so Yang Xie knew that there must be something tricky.

"Qin Feng! You won't be able to catch it!"

Looking at Qin Feng, Zhuang Hu roared again.

"Humph……"

With a cold snort in Qin Feng's mouth, Lei Yingbu quickly started.

The power of thunder and lightning circulates in his body, and his only goal is that Miaoyue.

"court death!"

Unexpectedly, at this time, this Qin Feng even planned to do it, and Zhuang Hu suddenly let out a terrible roar.

The Sky Shaking Tiger Art suddenly displayed on his body, one hand, with a tiger pattern, quickly slapped towards Qin Feng.

"Junior Brother Qin!"

At this time, the people of the Buddha Peak couldn't help but screamed together.

They naturally believed in Qin Feng. At this time, Qin Feng's continuous shots made them feel that something was wrong.

Not only that, there was a hint of doubt on Yun Ruyin's pretty face, but the true energy was slowly flowing, and there was a gesture of helping Qin Feng.

"Roar"

There was a tiger roar.

Zhuang Hu's handprint was quickly opened and pressed out. The handprint flashed with a powerful tiger shadow, hanging down like a mountain.

The heavy vigor caused waves in the space, enough to see how amazing the vigor of this palm is!

Zhuang Hu's handprints took Qin Feng's head straight, with killing intent flowing in his eyes.

"Tiger Mark Handprint!"

When the mudra was less than seven feet away from Qin Feng's body, a vicious roar came from this Zhuang Hu's mouth.

"Boom"

There was a violent voice.

The powerful air current rolled up, and even the surrounding disciples began to retreat again and again.

Looking at the opponent's tiger-printed mudra, Qin Feng's heart moved slightly. The level of this tiger-patterned mudra should not be inferior to his own lightning swordsmanship, and even a higher level, probably a human-level martial skill.

Feel the horror collapse from the space.

The Thunder Shadow Step under Qin Feng's feet seemed to be flying, and with a quick movement, in the horrified eyes of this Zhuang Hu, it flickered strangely and quickly passed from this Zhuang Hu's side.

"Chang!"

Long sword shot.

Qin Feng held a sword in one hand.

The whole person is like thunder and lightning.

"Lightning swordsmanship!"

His lightning swordsmanship quickly locked the fake Miaoyue.

"Damn it!"

At this time, Zhuang Hu's face changed drastically. He didn't expect that his full shot would not stop Qin Feng.

The rest of the disciples were also a little sluggish for a while, the senran sword intent in Qin Feng's hand shrouded, and he directly locked the fake Miaoyue.

"dead……"

With the low roar from Qin Feng's mouth, Lightning Swordsmanship quickly issued a terrifying sword aura.

That sword aura was more than ten feet long, bursting out of the air, like a holy light in the dark night, in which countless sword lights made the sound of crushing shackles inside.

"Do not!"

That fake Miaoyue, did not expect Qin Feng's methods to be so amazing, so many people dare to do it on himself.

At this time, I really became sluggish, and the sluggish expression on his face didn't make any fakes.

"laugh"

With blood flying.

Suddenly, the opponent's body was severely hit by the sword qi.

However, everyone at this time stopped the shouting, but looked at the blood that spilt in the void.

That blood, not the bright red blood of human beings, but with a kind of black-gray blood, decayed and smelly, filled out.