The Strongest Cultivation Small Farmer

Chapter 116
boom!
boom!
boom!
Several hits in succession caused Zhao Xiaofei's back to feel hot and painful, dizzy, and his throat was sweet, and a stream of blood even flowed out.

Unexpectedly, this Yang Wei, with the strength of his seventh-level martial artist, was able to injure Zhao Xiaofei, an eighth-level Taoist.

"Humph!"

Zhao Xiaofei snorted coldly, and with a thought, he took out a yellow Dao Talisman from the Qiankun Ring, which was a 'Fire Spirit Talisman'.

He directly pressed the Fire Spirit Talisman on Yang Wei's chest, and shouted: "Spirit of Fire, burst into flames, hurry like a law! Explode!"

Only a loud bang was heard, and the fire talisman exploded suddenly, and a strong flame erupted in Yang Wei's chest. This huge thrust blasted a big hole in the cement floor under Yang Wei's body.

Below the hole, it leads directly to the second floor.

Both Zhao Xiaofei and Yang Wei fell from the third floor to the second floor.

The second floor is a shopping mall with a lot of traffic.

Seeing that the ceiling above the head was broken, and two people fell down, the crowd dispersed suddenly, screaming everywhere, and calling for help again and again.

Zhao Xiaofei stood in the center of the shopping mall, while Yang Wei was seven or eight meters away. However, Yang Wei's chest was a black mass, his clothes were burned, and there were still flames in some places. Obviously, he was affected by the force of the explosion and The flames hurt.

Seeing this, Yang Wei hastily slapped it a few times to extinguish the remaining flames in his chest, and then he stood up in embarrassment.

Staring directly at Zhao Xiaofei, his eyes burst out with anger, he almost shouted: "Boy, how dare you hurt me?" All he had to say was that he was the head of the security department of the majestic imperial capital.

But Zhao Xiaofei understood what Yang Wei meant, curled his lips, and said contemptuously: "Hehe, don't think that I dare not beat you because you are the head of the security department, hum, Yang Wei, I warn you, I don't want to be your enemy, but you also Don't continue to anger me, or you will bear the consequences."

"Fuck! Little peasant!" Yang Wei spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, and pulled out a 35 cm long dagger from behind.

"Go to hell!" With a cry, Yang Wei kicked his feet on the ground, and turned into an afterimage, rushing towards Zhao Xiaofei.

"Huh!" Zhao Xiaofei twitched his lips, and with a thought, he suddenly pulled out a dark red long sword from the space ring, the whole body was red like blood.

The sword is 1.5 meters long and no more than one finger wide.

It was Zhao Xiaofei's Blood Shadow Sword!

As soon as the Blood Shadow Sword came out, Zhao Xiaofei slashed into the void at will.

However, this seemingly random chop just happened to seal the afterimage of Yang Wei.

Keng——

one sound.

The blood shadow sword collided with the dagger, and a flame flashed out. Zhao Xiaofei retreated two or three meters, while Yang Wei was shocked back more than ten meters.

(End of this chapter)