The strongest starting system

Chapter 670 Strange Familiarity

Cao Feng looked up subconsciously, and he was surprised to find that the blood dragon disappeared at some point, replaced by the endless blue sky.

"Ah!" Immediately after, a scream sounded from behind, and Cao Feng suddenly turned his head to look.

I saw Zhao Wushuang slapped a disciple away with an evil smile, his body was torn apart in mid-air, a white light flashed on his body, and he was directly teleported out.

"No! Don't!" The people in the Holy Land of the Ten Directions were terrified after seeing Zhao Wushuang's strength, and almost killed a martial artist of the third level of Wu Zun with a single slap. They, who are even weaker, can resist it. what?

The screams continued one after another, Cao Feng looked extremely defeated, his body was controlled by an invisible force, he couldn't move, he could only watch helplessly as his fellow disciples were teleported out by the rules one by one, unable to do anything.

He felt nothing but despair at the moment.

Feeling helpless, Cao Feng forced himself to become angry, he had to break free from this restraint, otherwise, his fate would be the same as that of his fellow disciples!
"Move! Move!" Cao Feng yelled hysterically, but it was useless, his legs were trembling constantly, and he almost peed out.

Zhao Wushuang was like a demon god, he could easily knock dozens of people into the air with a single blow, leaving only him and Cao Feng in the blink of an eye.

Blood dripped down Zhao Wushuang's palm, and a puddle of blood had gathered on the ground where he was standing. The deep red color was shocking, and it had a huge impact on Cao Feng's heart.

"Oh, it would be great if your holy son came, so that you would not be lonely when you go out with a companion." Zhao Wushuang smiled charmingly.

"You... who are you?" Cao Feng tried to calm himself down, his lips trembling.

"Is this question important?" Zhao Wushuang asked.

"You must not be Wu Shuang, this is your pretended identity, right?" Cao Feng asked in a deep voice.

"You guessed it right, Wu Shuang is indeed not my real identity." Zhao Wushuang nodded noncommittally, and it is not difficult to guess if it is analyzed by one person.

Based on his strength, how can he be an unknown person?Such a strong person can already stand shoulder to shoulder with the Holy Son, such a strong person has to change his face and act in another identity.

He must have his purpose!

Recalling what happened during this period, Zhao Wushuang deliberately released the news that he had immortal power, which attracted the attention of some people.

Thinking about it this way, Cao Feng vaguely noticed something.

"Conspiracy!" These two words came to mind, Cao Feng's eyes widened, and he looked at Zhao Wushuang in horror.

I never thought that so many of them were kept in the dark. If they really came here rashly like them, they would definitely suffer heavy losses.

Cao Feng had already started to regret in his heart, he regretted that he decided to do this without careful consideration.

But this is also human nature. In order to get ahead, he was not given time to think.

"You can do whatever you want. Although I don't know what you want to do, I have reported the news to my fellow disciples. The Holy Son will definitely avenge me when the time comes." Cao Feng said coldly.

"I admire your courage very much, but unfortunately, the sword mysterious realm cannot kill people, otherwise, I will definitely send you to see Hades."

After saying that, Zhao Wushuang lightly tapped his fingers, and saw ripples slowly appearing in the space, followed by Cao Feng's eyeball popping out!As if being strangled by the neck, his face was extremely livid.

"Uh..." Cao Feng was experiencing painful torture, Zhao Wushuang planted a power in his body, this power destroyed the meridians and dantian in his body so hard to look at.

In just a few breaths, Cao Feng's aura dropped again and again, and finally he became a cripple with no cultivation.

His eyes were full of shock and resentment, Cao Feng couldn't speak now, he could only stare at Zhao Wushuang with his eyes,

"This is what you said, let me handle it." Zhao Wushuang spread his hands innocently, and then gave him a fatal blow, letting the rules send it out.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully defeating Wu Zun Ninth Heaven Cao Feng, reward experience 0."

All the people who came from the Holy Land of the Ten Directions were executed, and the whole area was once again silent.

"Has the rest of you come yet?" Zhao Wushuang sensed it with his spiritual sense, and found that two groups of people had already rushed towards him not far away.

"Sacred Land of Flame and Holy Land of Ten Thousand Poisons." Zhao Wushuang reacted after seeing the Taoist robes on these two groups of people.

However, the leader of Yanyao Holy Land is someone Zhao Wushuang is familiar with, and his appearance has not changed much from two years ago, and he still has long blue hair, which is quite conspicuous.

"Unexpectedly, in the past two years, the strength has surpassed Wu Zun?" Zhao Wushuang's eyes flashed with admiration.

After an incense stick of time passed, the two teams finally got together, and they were quite shocked when they saw the messy scene in front of them.

"The battle has already broken out, where are the people here?" Lan Ruohai looked around suspiciously, there was no one else in front of him except Zhao Wushuang.

The Holy Land of Ten Thousand Poisons was also puzzled. They had already seen the movement here on the way here, and combined with the scene before them, there must have been a big war breaking out here before.

Right now, Zhao Wushuang was left alone, which made everyone quite puzzled.

"Why are you the only one left here? Where did the little thief Wu Shuang go?" one of the disciples from the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Poisons asked.

"A thief?" Several black lines appeared on Zhao Wushuang's forehead. When did he become a thief?

"I am Wu Shuang." Zhao Wushuang said.

"You?" This person looked suspiciously at Zhao Wushuang from top to bottom, but didn't see any symbol of status from him.

Lan Ruohai also looked puzzled, looking around, but couldn't see why.

"That's right, I am." As soon as the words fell, the familiar blood dragon rushed out of Zhao Wushuang's body again.

"I found you." Sheng Yang, the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Poisons, smiled coldly.

At this moment, the scene fell into a weird silence, no one took the lead, in their view, if they did something impulsive before they knew Zhao Wushuang's details, the loss would not be worth the loss. ,

And there is another holy place, they don't want to waste their energy and let others take advantage of it.

So the scene was deadlocked here, Zhao Wushuang looked at the two forces in doubt, and said, "What? You came to me just to have a look at me?"

"It's not your turn to worry about it. Now you are surrounded by us. As for what we plan to do with you, just wait." Sheng Yang said.

The disciples of Yanyao Holy Land and Wandu Holy Land stared at each other vigilantly, and now Zhao Wushuang was just a sweet bun in their eyes.

"This person gives me a familiar feeling, is it my illusion?" Lan Ruohai looked puzzled, and searched his memory, but found no memory related to this person.

Then this is strange, as a martial artist, there should be no memory loss, even if there is a little matching symbol on his body, he can immediately perceive it.

(End of this chapter)