God-slaughtering King

"No, no, no..."

Hong Tai suddenly shook his head and looked at Nanmen Feng with a sinister smile. With his soul power, he naturally realized that Nanmen Feng was at the end of his power. Even if he sent a high-level disciple in the spirit realm, he could easily win the next battle.

Nanmen Feng must die, but Hong Tai has one important thing to deal with in advance.

"Qian'er... It's your turn!"

Hong Tai shouted to the crowd. Immediately, a young man in white surrounded by the stars and the moon, with a proud smile, boarded the competition platform.

As soon as he got on the stage, the sound of exclamation swept in like a storm, almost blowing out the torches in the hands of the disciples.

Whether it is Nanmen Feng, Hong Zhengyang, Duan Chongyang, or even the law enforcers are gentle and courteous, everyone's eyes stare like ox's eyes.

Seeing everyone's astonishment, Hong Tai raised his head high, with endless contempt and pride on his face. He had expected that the people he sent would cause unrest.

"Ho... Ho... Ho..."

Nanmen Feng looked at the man in front of him, and his face was shocked as if he had seen aliens.

He was dressed in gorgeous white clothes and silver wisps. He was twenty-five or six years old. His face was long and mean. You can see at a glance that he was a villain.

"Nanmen Feng, we haven't seen each other for a long time!"

With his hands on his back, the young man in white smiled at the South Gate maple, with endless contempt on his face.

"Ho... Ho... Cough..."

Nanmen Feng coughed up a burst of blood gas when he couldn't help rolling blood gas because he was too shocked.

This young man in silver and white is no one else. He was the steward of Nanmen Feng when he was a worker, Shi Qian.

When nanmenfeng vomited blood because of shock, Hong Zhengyang and Duan Chongyang on the platform showed Lao Huai's relieved smile.

"Tut Tut, the martial soul of Tianjie, and I'm still my grandson. This ignorant child still wants to fight against our Hong family. He really wants to die!"

Hong Zhengyang looked at Shi Qian as if he were looking at a rare treasure.

"Lao Hong, don't forget that Xiao Qian is a disciple of our hall. Even if you are his dry grandfather, you can't compete with me!"

Duan Chongyang gently patted Hong Zhengyang on the shoulder, and his confused old face showed an excited color.

"Hahaha, that's nature!"

Duan Chongyang and Hong Zhengyang winked and laughed happily.

The hall leader of Zhenwu sect of Tang Dynasty, a strong man in Lingwu realm of Tang Dynasty, laughed wildly because of Shi Qian's appearance.

Just because Shi Qian on the stage is the man who once made the soul breaking stone send out a vision, that is, the so-called man of destiny in the ranks of martial artists.

Such people will become legends sooner or later, and it is a great honor to just get in touch with them. Moreover, Hong Zhengyang and Duan Chongyang are not so simple to get in touch with them. One of them is Shi Qian's grandfather and the other is Shi Qian's grandfather. As long as Shi Qian can grow up, they will also get countless honors.

Looking obliquely at Duan Chongyang and Hong Zhengyang, who were laughing wildly, the law enforcer's gentle and respectful face became a little ugly, but he couldn't help but cast an amazing look at Shi Qian.

The rarity of people with martial spirits in Tianjie is appalling. In the memory of gentleness, only three or five people have such martial spirits. They are all in the inner door of Zhenwu gate. They not only enjoy the most perfect welfare treatment, but also have the strength against the sky. They can be called demons.

Duan Chongyang and Hong Zhengyang openly deal with a disciple of the sect today, and are not afraid of the blame of the sect rules. Their confidence comes from Shi Qian, the soul of the Tianjie martial arts.

"It seems that no one will come!"

Wenlianggong shook his head in distress. Nanmenfeng may be a genius, but compared with Tianjie martial spirit, he is not enough.

Even if Shi Qian blatantly despised the rules of the sect at this time and tried to kill Nanmen maple on the stage, no one would stand out for him, and no one would offend the owner of Tianjie martial spirit because of a Nanmen maple.

On the stage.

Shi Qian was elated and bathed in the adoration and doting eyes of countless people. This was the scene he had always dreamed of. He looked at Nanmen Maple with provocative eyes, with endless mockery.

"Nanmen Feng, I didn't expect that you were Du Li's adopted son. I didn't expect that in just half a year, you would have the strength to defeat the peak of Na Lingjing!"

Shi Qian proudly used his spiritual power and said, "even if you are such a monster, today, I will be trampled by Shi Qian..."

Legendary road?

"With your strength at the peak of the spirit realm?"

Nanmen Feng's cheeks kept twitching. He easily noticed that the spiritual power in Shi Qian's body was extremely complex and unstable, which was obviously the result of countless people pulling out seedlings to encourage and enlighten.

This result will also lead Shi Qian to have the highest level of spiritual power in the spirit realm, but his strength is the highest level in the spirit realm.

Although Nanmen Feng was seriously injured at this time, it was as simple as moving a finger to clean up a high-level Nanling realm.

"Hum, the dead duck has a hard mouth!"

Every time Shi Qian faced Nanmen Feng's smiling face, he would raise a burst of anger in his heart. He wanted to tear up Nanmen Feng's handsome face. Even though he had become famous at this time, this idea never stopped.

"Hall leader Hong had such a big battle today. He wanted to make public the identity of my son Tianjie's martial soul and wipe out you, a bastard who doesn't know how to live or die!"

Shi Qian slowly pulled out the iron fan at his waist, deliberately made a refined appearance of everyone's childe, and said, "if childe killed you, no one will say that childe is not, let alone dare to obstruct!"

Soon, the iron fan was waved, and a spirit force turned into a sharp blade towards the maple in the south gate.

"Indeed, no one will stand out for me!"

Nanmen Maple smiled indifferently and temporarily suppressed the aura of the riot. "I, Nanmen maple, never wanted to rely on others!"

Immediately, a strange smile suddenly appeared on the corner of the South Gate Maple's mouth with a trace of blood facing the high platform.

"Hong old man, Duan Chongyang old man, you think you have climbed the high branch... Today, I Nanmen Maple will show you what your so-called baby pimples are!"

Then, Nanmen Feng threw away the black knife in his hand and walked head-on to the attacking Shi Qian.

To deal with Shi Qian, Nanmen Maple hasn't reached the point where he needs a knife.

"Bastard!"

Nanmen Feng's yelling like a curse stopped Duan Chongyang and Hong Zhengyang's happy smiles, and they roared at the same time.

"Good grandson, kill him!"

"Good disciple, kill him quickly!"

Trying to kill me?

"You have to have this strength!"

Nanmen Feng smiled strangely, raised his palm into a knife and cut off the sharp blade coming from the front.

"Unexpectedly... You still have spare strength!"

Shi Qian's eyes suddenly shook, and a trace of fear rose in his eyes. After all, Nanmen Maple just defeated the martial artist at the peak of Na Lingjing with only one knife.

"Qian'er, you are the soul of heaven level martial arts. Why are you afraid of his middle level in the spirit realm at the end of a powerful crossbow!"

At this time, Hong Tai shouted, which can be regarded as a powerful cardiotonic for Shi Qian.

"Yes, I am a man of destiny. Why should I be afraid of a humble mole ant!"

Shi Qian bit his teeth, and the fear in his eyes was replaced by hate. He decided to cut the face of Nanmen Maple today and turn Nanmen Maple into the ugliest person in the world.

Shua

Just when Shi Qian was distracted, Nanmen Maple suddenly jumped. His dark body was like a wolf in the night sky. The black flame on his hands condensed into an iron claw and quickly attacked Shi Qian's chest.

Shi Qian wanted to use his spiritual power to stop it, but at the critical moment, he knew the dark moon soul power that originally belonged to Nanmen maple in the sea, suddenly felt its real owner, trembled violently, and quickly took over the control of Shi Qian's body.

"What?"

"Why can't I move?"

Shi Qian felt the ethereal limbs and suddenly became so dull that he forgot that he was competing with someone at this time.

Boom

The black giant claw of Nanmen Maple was like a huge wolf claw. It perfectly caught Shi Qian's chest. Immediately, it suddenly lifted Shi Qian to his head like an eagle catching a chicken.

"Ho... Ho..."

"This is... What... What... Situation..."

Hong Zhengyang and his son, Duan Chongyang, suddenly had dull eyes and seemed to have eggs in their mouth.

Although they know that Nanmen maple is very strong, if it is strong, Shi Qian may not be his opponent.

But at this moment, Nanmen maple is just the end of a powerful crossbow, and the spiritual power used has become very few.

In the face of such an attack, Shi Qian should hide.

But why did Nanmen Maple catch it so easily?

The whole courtyard fell into extreme tranquility, and each other could hear the gasp of people around them.

At this time, Nanmen Maple slowly compared his eyes and pulled out all the soul power originally placed in Shi Qian's knowledge of the sea.

"Good boy, it's hard for you!"

With the extraction of soul power, Shi Qian's body began to twitch violently. He wanted to shout out, but at this moment, Shi Qian was like a vegetable. He couldn't even blink, let alone shout.

"Hiss..."

After a long absence of soul power, Nanmen Maple returned again. Duan Chongyang and Hong Zhengyang had just suffered. They worked together to release the scars of the pressure, and in the twinkling of an eye, the pain disappeared. Nanmen Maple was so comfortable that it almost roared up to the sky.

Shi Qian clearly felt that there seemed to be something left in his mind, and his feeling returned to when he was the chief factotum.

With a feeling of emptiness, Shi Qian's limbs began to feel and could move slightly.

"Just you, want to kill me?"

With a indifferent smile, Nanmen Feng looked at Shi Qian who was like a chicken in his hand. Before the other party could make a statement, he threw his arm up. Shi Qian's slightly strong body was thrown into the air like a sandbag.

Shi Qian fell slowly. Just as he was about to land, Nanmen Maple raised his legs with a sneer.

Bang!

Shi Qian was kicked into the air like a sandbag again.

Fall again and get kicked again.

Cycle after cycle, just like a teenager practicing Cuju.

"Old men, is this the baby pimple you are proud of?"

With a sneer on his face, Nanmen Feng put a dragon's tail in place and kicked Shi Qian onto the platform like a shooter.

Although Hong Zhengyang and Duan Chongyang were still dull, they subconsciously raised their palms and took down their baby pimples.