Heaven-defying Skills

In the Mist Temple, as Han Fengxue shouted loudly, there was a brief silence in the space. No one spoke, and they all looked at the fallen body blankly. The ninth-level strong man was killed by the eighth-level Han Feng. Xue killed instantly. Outside the Mist Temple, the crowd also stood stunned, looking at the wild figure in disbelief. Is the Mist Temple really trash?

Sounds of breaking through the sky came and went. In this space, people kept appearing one after another. They were all at least eighth-level experts. Among them, there were also many ninth-level experts. They all stared at Han with incomparable indifference. The arrogant shouts of Fengxue and Han Fengxue had obviously reached their ears.

Glancing at the crowd that appeared, Han Fengxue's eyes showed a slight sneer. Ninth level, so what if there were more.

Some ninth-level experts stepped out at the same time, their auras exuding an icy coldness. They looked into Han Fengxue's eyes with undisguised murderous intent.

"Do you want to come one by one or together?" Han Fengxue raised the corners of his mouth slightly with a hint of disdain.

"To deal with this piece of trash, do we need to work together!" At this moment, a voice sounded, the space fluctuated, and not far in front of Han Fengxue, a handsome young man appeared, with the proud look on his face clearly evident.

"Young Master!" Seeing the young man appear, all the powerful men in the Paladin Palace bowed slightly and shouted respectfully.

"The man said the same thing just now, but now, he is already a corpse. Mist Temple, are they just people who only talk big words?" The eldest young master, he didn't care at all, Han Fengxue pointed not far away The corpse beside him showed a slight smile, but this kind of smile made people feel even more contemptuous, especially the group of people in the Mist Temple, who could hardly help but want to take action.

Ignoring the anger of everyone in the Mist Temple, Han Fengxue turned his attention to Huan Xing, looked at her complicated eyes, and moved closer to her, holding her little hand. He knew that the young man in front of him was Huan Xing. Xing's biological brother, but Han Fengxue couldn't see any family affection in Huan Xing's eyes. On the contrary, there was a hint of coldness.

The young man's eyes also fell on Huan Xing. His body trembled suddenly. He opened his mouth and wanted to scream, but he suddenly stopped. There was suspicion in his eyes, and he looked at Huan Xing carefully. , the young man's eyes kept flickering, this face was very familiar to him.

Huan Xing took a long breath and calmed down the tension and fluctuations in his heart. His beautiful face also relaxed slightly, and he slightly broke away from Han Fengxue's hands. Han Fengxue smiled. He understood that Huan Xing had passed. I have reached that level in my heart.

"Why, brother, don't you even know me?" Huan Xing's eyes completely returned to normal. Even Han Fengxue couldn't tell what he was thinking. There was no emotion at all. But when the young man heard Huan Xing's words, his body... He trembled fiercely, "Brother?" There seemed to be only one person who called him eldest brother, and she was a woman, but it did not include Huan Xing. Although the two looked somewhat similar, he could I am sure that the other party is definitely not that person, but at this moment, as if he thought of something, the young man's face suddenly changed, and a figure slowly appeared in his mind. He looked at Huan Xing and said in shock: "You, You are a fantasy star!”

Huan Xing smiled slightly: "So eldest brother still remembers it."

Hearing the conversation between the two people, the crowd around them were all stunned. They also thought of one person. Many years ago, a rare cripple with missing five elements appeared in the Mist Temple, and that person was the daughter of the master of the Mist Temple. Is she the beautiful girl in front of them? The comedic scene made everyone stunned and looked at Han Fengxue and Huanxing strangely. It seemed that Han Fengxue wanted to cause trouble for the Mist Temple, and , it is for this beautiful woman who suffered a lot of humiliation in the Mist Temple, the temple princess who should be aloof.

"I didn't expect it to be you, a loser, the disgrace of the Mist Temple!" After being surprised, the young man recovered his expression and looked at Huanxing indifferently. He also showed no trace of brother-sister affection. Huanxing was just a synonym for the shame of the Mist Temple. , even if Huan Xing doesn’t leave on his own, they will take Huan Xing away.

"A useless person? Is it the shame of the Fog Temple?" Han Fengxue smiled coldly and walked slowly towards the other party: "Today I want everyone to see who is a useless person and who is the shame of the Fog Temple."

When the young man saw Han Fengxue walking towards him, there was a hint of solemnity in his eyes. Being able to kill a ninth-level expert, Han Fengxue's strength cannot be underestimated. The power of the elements is not hidden at all, and he is crazy. This space was raging, and the mist surged, covering his entire body.

"You want to influence my spirit!" Han Fengxue sneered. He has experienced a lot of powerful illusions. He also has a very thorough understanding of his mental abilities. The other party wants to influence him with the power of the mist. , it’s not that simple.

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Just when the young man was about to take action, the light flashed, and Han Fengxue's flickering skill was activated instantly, but the young man's body stagnated severely and could no longer move. The elements slowly dispersed, and all the Under the horrified gaze, Han Fengxue's right hand was pinching the young man's neck.

The crowd's figures flashed at the same time, and the elements were released crazily. Han Fengxue saw the movements of the crowd, raised her right hand high, and the young man was suspended in the air, his face turned red.

Only when he saw the crowd stop moving did Han Fengxue retract his hand and sneered at the young man: "To be honest, you are such a loser." He ignored the other party's red eyes due to shame and anger, and led him slowly towards Huanxing.

"Bang!" The ground shook suddenly. In front of where Han Fengxue stood, stone chips flew everywhere. The young man bent his knees and knelt down in front of Huanxing, uttering a muffled groan. Han Fengxue wanted him to kneel down, but he naturally refused. If he wanted to struggle, he would inevitably break a few knee bones. His face was ferocious and terrifying. The eldest young master of the Mist God Temple actually knelt down to someone today, to the waste in his eyes. The crowd looked at everything in front of them woodenly. Crazy, Han Fengxue is a madman. In their hearts, a voice sounded at the same time. Dare to do this, what else is Han Fengxue but a madman? Now he and the Martial God Temple have really forged a deep hatred. What they don't know is that the hatred between Han Fengxue and the Martial God Temple cannot be reconciled at the moment when the son of the Second Palace Master died.

"Now, do you know who is the shame of the Mist Temple?" Han Fengxue's cold voice sounded again. The other party said that Huanxing was a waste, so he would let the other party see what waste is. The other party said that Huanxing was the shame of the Mist Temple, so he would make the other party the real shame of the Mist Temple, a shame that could not be washed away.

The young man's face was pale without a trace of blood, his eyes were extremely red, revealing a bloodthirsty light, but no one cared. In the eyes of the crowd, only Han Fengxue's figure and Han Fengxue's voice floating in the air were left. This revenge came really fast. I don't know why, the crowd outside, seeing this scene, felt very refreshed in their hearts. Why wouldn't they yearn to be like Han Fengxue, to take revenge, no matter who you are, dare to insult me ​​or my woman, beat you up first, this feeling must be very refreshing.

"Boom!" Another light sound was heard, and the air whistled past. The young man's body was thrown out by Han Fengxue as if it were garbage. He also said, "This kind of trash who only knows how to talk big, killing it will dirty my hands." As he said that, he deliberately clapped his hands.

A sound of landing was heard, and the strong men in the surrounding Mist Temple trembled in their hearts, thinking that it was not good. They were so shocked that they forgot to catch the young master.

"Mist Temple, do you have any goods to show?" Han Fengxue's voice seemed a little impatient. It was really boring. It turned out that being invincible was also a kind of sadness. He still liked the heartbeat feeling of fighting with a tenth-level strong man. Maybe he could comprehend some space skills. Han Fengxue was proud in his heart.

Very angry, but also very powerless, this is how the people in the Mist Temple feel at this moment. In the entire huge Mist Temple, except for the Palace Master and the missing Second Palace Master, I am afraid that no one is really Han Fengxue's opponent, and the Palace Master has already closed his death gate and concentrated on cultivation. How could he have thought that such a thing would happen? No one even knows where the Palace Master is.

Since no one can combine their individual strength to surpass Han Fengxue, there is only one way, to fight together. The number of strong men gathering here is still increasing. The entire Mist Temple finally shook, and the number of ninth-level strong men continued to increase. The elemental power roared crazily in this space, but Han Fengxue was too lazy to pay attention to them. He was also wondering why the Palace Master of the Mist Temple had not appeared yet. A phoenix cry sounded, and the figure of the mythical beast Phoenix appeared in everyone's sight in a shocking manner. The mythical beast, the ninth-level mythical beast

Han Fengxue and Huanxing stepped directly onto the back of the little phoenix, and a stream of light passed by. The little phoenix carried the two people in a certain direction. There, there was the tallest building of the Mist Temple, and a faint majestic aura emanated from it. Han Fengxue could feel that there was the central temple of the Mist Temple, and it was also where the master of the Mist Temple stayed.

The crowd looked at the disappearing stream of light, and it took a moment to wake up. The strong men of the Mist Temple also went in the direction of Han Fengxue, leaving only a pair of wooden eyes outside.

After a while, the tallest temple appeared in front of them. In front of the hall, there was a huge square. The little phoenix also went directly down. Seeing the crowds gathering here from a distance, Han Fengxue came to the square alone, while Huanxing continued to stay on the back of the little phoenix!