God-slaughtering King

"... ha ha... I really want to beat you..."

Nanmen Feng pressed his bleeding chest hard and sighed heartily.

"Unfortunately, you will never have this chance!"

"Well, I don't think so!"

"Ha ha... You are such a arrogant guy..."

"Each other... Each other!"

"I don't know much about the news of Xueyu building. I can even say that I know nothing about it..."

Liu Tian's evil way "I just did business under their door for a month. I don't know anything except that they are a secret organization attached to Zhenwu gate and Tianfeng city."

"Moreover, as a killer organization, the most important thing is secrecy. You might as well try your luck in Zhenwu gate than asking outsiders..."

"Zhenwu gate?"

The maple in the South Gate stared at the mountains hundreds of miles away.

Pondering for a long time, with a slightly disappointed sigh, Nanmen Feng got up, took the knife and walked towards Zhenwu gate.

Liu tianxie also got up, patted the dirt on his knees, and looked at his ruined tent with a little melancholy.

From beginning to end, neither of them looked back at each other.

This means that no one will take it seriously, let alone regard it as their own record.

However, their swordsmanship, swordsmanship and names are deeply imprinted in their minds.

……

After returning to Wuxiang Temple, nanmenfeng had just wrapped up his wound and came to the lotus pool in the back mountain to meditate.

At the moment when Nanmen Maple's whole body relaxed, the dark moon Wu soul of Nanmen maple and the spiritual power of the whole body began to become uncontrollably active, so that the spiritual power of the surrounding heaven and earth began to condense into a gentle and rapid storm eye.

Nanmenfeng sat cross legged in the center of the storm. His body seemed to be integrated with the eye of the storm.

With the continuous activity of spiritual power, the whole body of Nanmen Maple began to appear lines like black snakes. The black lines kept flowing, emitting a strange smell.

This is the scene when psychic power fills the meridians.

The appearance of this situation means that Nanmen maple is about to break through the middle level of naringjing.

Although the pain and hardship of this breakthrough are stronger and stronger than before, Nanmen Feng, a strong man who once stood in the supreme position, is also used to it.

Reiki storm has been rioting by the lotus pond for a whole day and night. The spirit power of heaven and earth within a few miles has been swallowed up by the dark moon spirit of Nanmen maple. If the warrior gets close to here, he will feel a sense of suffocation.

On the second day, when the sunset turned into night, the maple in the South Gate roared up to the sky, and the sound of dragon singing sounded. The sound went straight into the sky, making the world turbulent.

At the same time, a powerful and terrible spiritual force burst out from Nanmen Maple like a bomb, and instantly filled the whole Wuxiang Temple.

Had it not been for the utmost restraint of Nanmen maple, I am afraid that under this force, the already dilapidated Wuxiang Temple would be completely turned into a pile of ruins and rubble.

Na Lingjing medium level, here we are!

Nanmen Maple opened his eyes. The dark flame burned in his eyes for a long time before he stopped. Nanmen Maple subconsciously clenched his fist. The latest explosive power made Nanmen Maple want to volatilize.

Unfortunately, there is no suitable opponent like Liu tianxie at the moment, and there is nothing that can be destroyed by Nanmen maple. He can only rely on interest rate adjustment to suppress this impulse.

If Hong Tianci had been given by the superior at this moment, Nanmen Feng was sure that he would die within a hundred moves, and he was still in the situation of breaking the boat and taking secret medicine.

That is to say, although Nanmen maple is the medium level spirit power in the Na spirit realm at the moment, his comprehensive strength has exceeded the high level of the Na spirit realm. Only the peak of the Na spirit realm can resist him.

This is a terrible word, and there is no one in the world who can easily believe it.

After the breath adjustment, nanmenfeng took off his coat, hit a few buckets of water and began to bathe.

When he had just finished bathing and put on a brand-new blue robe, he suddenly noticed a breath outside Wuxiang Temple.

Nanmen Feng walked out of Wuxiang Temple with a little doubt.

At this time, a woman in red stood under the arhat statue at the gate of the temple. Her tall and slender figure was like a tender willow and looked very pleasing to the eye.

"Nanmen childe is polite..."

The woman in red smiled, saluted the maple at the south gate, and immediately took out a red paint invitation.

Nanmen Feng knows her. This tall woman in red is the dancer in Xiaoxiang Pavilion. She once met Nanmen Feng.

Nanmenfeng took the invitation and opened it. Sure enough, he saw the handwritten invitation from Wen Xiaoxiang.

"Why did this woman see me?"

Nanmen Feng glanced and said warily, "why did Miss Wen invite me? And only invite me?"

"This... I don't know!"

The woman in red smiled politely.

"Since... Girl doesn't know, I'll call on you another day. There are still some important things to deal with at this time. I can't do without..."

Nanmen Feng deliberately said, and then closed the invitation to go back to Wuxiang Temple.

"Nanmen childe, wait a minute..."

Seeing Nanmen Feng turn her head, the woman in red immediately panicked.

It is reasonable to say that a teenager who gets an invitation from a beautiful woman who can be called a goblin will be happy, and then Baba will go with her.

But Nanmen Feng was different. When he saw the invitation, his expression was not surprise, but doubt and embarrassment.

What's going on?

"Can't the beauty of my wife make this young man move?"

The woman in red frowned and looked sideways and said, "or is this guy pretending on purpose? He obviously wants to go, but he pretends he doesn't want to go?"

"My wife said that if you don't go today, you will regret it one day..."

The woman in red said very firmly.

"Oh? So confident?"

Nanmenfeng suddenly felt a little funny. He didn't know Wen Xiaoxiang well.

The reason why she came to visit a few days ago is entirely because she can be regarded as half of duanmuqing's master. If it weren't for this relationship, nanmenfeng and she are just two strangers who don't know each other at all and may never meet.

Nanmen Feng stared at the invitation again for a long time, then smiled and said, "OK, let me see what you want?"

About an hour later, the luxurious carriage stopped in front of Xiaoxiang Pavilion. It was night. Red lights hung high everywhere, and the smell of wine overflowed. It was very lively.

Under the leadership of the woman in red, nanmenfeng entered the room he had been to. The room was the same as last time, and the desktop was still rich and delicious.

However, I haven't seen Wen Xiaoxiang yet.

At this time, with the temptation of delicious food, the maple belly in the South Gate growled, and the wine bug in the nostrils became active again.

Nanmen Feng was also impolite. He put down the nameless knife temporarily, and then picked up chopsticks to eat and drink.

Just as nanmenfeng had just drunk his third glass of wine, a strange fragrance stronger than the wine suddenly penetrated into his nostrils.

"Ah, young master Nanmen really doesn't treat himself as an outsider..."

Qiang

Just as Wen Xiaoxiang exhaled softly, the black knife of Nanmen Maple had been out of its scabbard, and the black light moved. Just listening to the bang, the terrible killing intention filled the whole room in an instant.

This strain speed of Nanmen Maple was tempered through thousands of trials and tribulations in front of the gate of hell. Wen Xiaoxiang, who was close to it, was jumped by Nanmen maple, and Lianbu subconsciously lost his hind legs.

"South Gate childe, you scared me..."

"Miss Wen is the one. I'm really frightened by your mysterious kung fu..."

Nanmen Feng put the black knife in the scabbard, gently stretched his arm and pushed Wen Xiaoxiang away.

As the saying goes, the more beautiful a woman is, the more dangerous she is.

This sentence is not simple. Nanmen Feng has a deep understanding at the moment. Just now, when Wen Xiaoxiang came, although he made a knife at the first time, it was too late in Nanmen Feng's view.

According to her speed, her Kung Fu is at least the same as Du Li at the peak of the chemical weapons realm, and her breath is strange. It is likely to be the result of deliberately hiding her accomplishments.

If she had just intended to take Nanmen Feng's life, and now Nanmen Feng, I'm afraid she'd already met Lord Yan.

"Mingming is just the owner's wife of a flower shop, but she has the cultivation of no less than the elder of Zhenwu sect. It's really magical..."

Nanmen Maple sneered at himself.

Wen Xiaoxiang's flattery was rejected by Nanmen maple, but she didn't show her anger. She gently did it opposite Nanmen maple, leaned on her head with both hands, and smiled as always.

"What's the matter when Miss Wen asks you to come down again?"

South Gate Maple sipping wine road.

"If there's nothing wrong, can't you call childe Nanmen?"

Wen Xiaoxiang blushed. "You damn enemy, I've been thinking hard about my family these days..."

Nanmen Feng smiled but did not speak and continued to drink.

"Miss Wen, you'd better be serious!"

Nanmen Feng said in a deep voice, "your posture will only increase your disgust..."

"Disgust?"

Wen Xiaoxiang frowned and suddenly changed his face. "Aren't all your men coquettish women? What's wrong with my behavior?"

"Hehe, there are so many men in the world. One or two can't represent most, and most can't have all..."

Nanmenfeng is outspoken.

"Oh, so, young master Nanmen is a gentleman..."

Wen Xiaoxiang restrained his posture with a touch of irony in his eyes.

gentleman?

Nanmen Feng smiled again and didn't want to continue the topic with her.

"Hum, smelly man..."

Wen Xiaoxiang was very upset about Nanmen Maple's attitude, but he couldn't say what he had done wrong. In anger, he grabbed the wine pot occupied by Nanmen maple and began to drink by himself.

Nanmen Feng and Wen Xiaoxiang drank separately, but they didn't speak. The atmosphere in the room became a little strange.

"Miss Wen, I'm calling you today. What's the matter?"

Nanmen Feng shook his head and asked.

"Slave..."

Wen Xiaoxiang said a word, so he quickly changed his mouth, "I just want to see what kind of person you Nanmen maple is..."

Character?

Nanmen Feng said with a smile, "I don't dare to call this, at least not now..."

"Really?..."

Wen Xiaoxiang snorted strangely. Tun leaned on his head with both hands again and stared at the eyes of Nanmen maple, as if he wanted to see Nanmen Maple through.

"Nanmen maple, the legitimate young master of the Lin family in tiannanyi City, was unable to awaken the martial spirit since childhood and was ridiculed. However, just in the early summer of a year ago, after a serious illness, he seemed to have changed a person. He not only awakened the martial spirit, but also made great progress all the way..."

"In a year's time, he broke through the quenched body Jiuchong, and then reached the middle level cultivation of naring realm at this time..."