Chapter 945: The Death of the Destroyed Eagle

The waste eagle stared at Luo Xiaofeng, sneered, and said fiercely, "You must do something today."

Luo Xiaofeng sneered, "Oh?"

The waste eagle said fiercely, "Because Meng'er is in my hands."

Luo Xiaofeng stared at the waste eagle tightly, his fists clenched.

The waste eagle took a few steps back and suddenly whistled.

As soon as the whistle rang, four girls in red holding long swords broke out from behind the rockery.

Four girls in red, four long swords with sparkling shiny swords.

Luo Xiaofeng seemed not to see these four girls in red, and his eyes were still staring at the waste eagle.

The waste eagle suddenly smiled, "Captain Luo, do you want to see your Meng'er?" He said and patted his palms gently. After two applauses, a person flashed out from behind the rockery like a ghost. This tall, yellow-haired old woman. The yellow-haired old woman was carrying a pale girl on her back.

Luo Xiaofeng's eyes tightened. The one on the tall yellow-haired old woman was Meng'er.

Meng'er closed her eyes tightly and did not move.

Luo Xiaofeng looked at the waste eagle and said coldly, "If Meng'er has a few things, I'll kill you."

Wuying smiled and said, "Don't worry, Captain Luo, your Meng'er has not been hurt so far, but in the future... I can't guarantee it!"

Luo Xiaofeng sneered.

Four women in red holding long swords had surrounded Luo Xiaofeng in the middle.

Luo Xiaofeng glanced at the four women in red and said lightly, "I don't want to hurt you, but you must not force me."

Four women in red looked at each other.

The waste eagle suddenly shouted, "Why don't you hurry up and start?"

The four girls in red were stunned. They hesitated, but they still took action.

Four long swords attacked Luo Xiaofeng from four different parts.

Four long swords stabbed out, but Luo Xiaofeng disappeared.

Luo Xiaofeng was already standing in front of the waste eagle.

The waste eagle looked at Luo Xiaofeng in surprise.

Luo Xiaofeng said coldly, "Let a few women fight me, but you hide aside. This seems to be not your style."

Waste Eagle looked at Luo Xiaofeng's cold face and suddenly smiled, "When I was young, I would never do this. It's a pity that I am old and my style of doing things has gradually changed."

Luo Xiaofeng said, "You shouldn't have shown up in public, but it's a pity that you still can't see through the world. You still want to get some benefits."

The waste eagle smiled and said, "Captain Luo is right."

Luo Xiaofeng said lightly, "It's a pity that when you come here, you will not only not get any benefits, but may also lose your life."

The waste eagle sneered and pointed at Meng'er on the tall old woman behind him. "The owner of the Qianzhuang Manor has promised me that if you catch or kill you today, I will give me your beautiful dream."

Luo Xiaofeng said coldly, "Do you have this idea?"

The waste eagle smiled and said, "Of course I have this idea!"

Luo Xiaofeng's eyes suddenly burst out with a sharp light like a blade. An invincible murderous aura approached the loom of the waste eagle.

The waste eagle stared at Luo Xiaofeng in surprise.

Luo Xiaofeng clenched his fists and stared at the waste eagle hatred.

Luo Xiaofeng was really angry.

Wuying felt guilty. He knew Luo Xiaofeng's ability. He had confronted Luo Xiaofeng several times last time. Although Luo Xiaofeng did not hurt him, today, he vaguely felt something was wrong. He suddenly regretted that he shouldn't say what he had just said. Now, he had no choice. Qian Mo and his group were watching him. He must not escape at the last battle, and he must not show weakness to Luo Xiaofeng.

The waste eagle had drawn out the long sword at his waist. The slender sword shot a sharp flash in the air.

Luo Xiaofeng looked at the sword in the hand of the waste eagle.

The waste eagle held the long sword in his hand and sighed, "I didn't want to kill you, but it's a pity that you are too ignorant of the times." The waste eagle looked at Luo Xiaofeng, and he was still smiling.

"Scholar's sword energy, kill people with a smile!" Wuying is about to kill people now. The person he is going to kill is not ordinary people, but Luo Xiaofeng, who is known as the number one in the martial arts world.

The first move is the best, and then the move is the disaster! The waste eagle has taken the lead. The thin sword in his hand is raised in the air, and suddenly a sharp flash, slashing straight to Luo Xiaofeng's head. When less than half a meter away from Luo Xiaofeng's head, the waste eagle's move suddenly changed. The long sword move suddenly changed. The slender sword tip shook, and a big sword flower was shook. The waste eagle actually used the silver spear move. The big sword flower shook in front of Luo Xiaofeng, and then stabbed Luo Xiaofeng's choking throat.

The Waste Eagle never dreamed that Luo Xiaofeng not only did not hide, but instead bullied himself into the air.

When the slender sword tip just touched Luo Xiaofeng's throat, Wuying suddenly felt the sword in his hand tremble. Before he could see clearly, the sword in his hand broke as soon as he saw it. The slender sword body fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

The waste eagle was stunned. He held the bare hilt in his hand and looked at Luo Xiaofeng in surprise.

Luo Xiaofeng was right and wrong, and beat Waste Eagle more than a dozen times.

The waste eagle retreated, and his two front teeth and blood spit out of his mouth.

Luo Xiaofeng looked at the waste eagle coldly, "I will teach you a lesson today."

The waiying's face turned red. He stared at Luo Xiaofeng and rushed over like crazy.

Luo Xiaofeng slid his feet and his figure retreated two feet away.

The waste eagle's palms fell to nothing. He stared at his blood-red eyes, suddenly roared and soared into the sky.

The waste eagle cut his legs with his legs and kicked Luo Xiaofeng's chest with a critical focus.

Luo Xiaofeng's palms had already met the legs of the waste eagle.

The waste eagle was overjoyed. He was full of confidence in his legs. This kick was powerful enough. Luo Xiaofeng's hands would definitely be shattered.

The King Kong's Great Hands Thousand Masters looked at Luo Xiaofeng tightly. His head was covered in messy white hair dancing in the wind. The wrinkles on his face were also tilted like sea waves.

Qian Mo also stared at Luo Xiaofeng tightly, and a proud smile appeared on his sallow face.

They all know that the legs of the waste eagle are powerful.

In response to the Waste Eagle's cross-cutting legs in the air, Qian Mo had already thought of thirty-eight ways to crack it. Using palms to connect legs is the stupidest move. Unexpectedly, Luo Xiaofeng actually used the stupidest move. Qian Mo thought about this and couldn't help but feel proud.

Luo Xiaofeng's hands had already met the legs of the waste eagle.

The waiying's legs kicked in the palm of Luo Xiaofeng's palm without any bias.

The sound of a bang! The waste eagle groaned.

Everyone was stunned. People never dreamed that Luo Xiaofeng's hands collided with the legs of the wolf. Luo Xiaofeng's hands were safe and sound, while the legs of the wolf's legs were broken.

The legs of the waiying were broken, and his body fell down. As soon as the waiying fell, he was suddenly caught by Luo Xiaofeng.

Luo Xiaofeng grabbed the legs of the waste eagle with both hands and pulled them hard.

The waste eagle screamed, and his body had been torn in half by Luo Xiaofeng.

Blood splattered, and the waste eagle died on the spot.

Everyone was shocked. Who would have thought that the famous waste eagle would die in the hands of Luo Xiaofeng in a flash.
Chapter completed!