Hedonist Sovereign

"After the late autumn, you don't know how to be a woman. I am a genius disciple of the five-star sect of the door. Can you not match you? You either succumbed to me or were killed by me."

On the Qingfeng, there was a man figure. The man looked at his forties, and he wore a black robe. He looked stunned and his eyes showed a faint light. He was staring at the body of the late autumn and sweeping it away.

At this time, the late autumn is obviously a fight with him. The green shirt on his body is broken, and the exposed white skin is stained with blood. It seems that the injury is not light.

In the face of the man, Yu late autumn looked disgusted, the soft sword caught in his hand, full of vigilance.

"You, the beast, I will not let you succeed if I die. I advise you to leave quickly, otherwise I will not know how to die when my friend returns."

Yu late autumn was cultivated on Qingfeng until the next day at noon. When I met the bitter flute passing through this place, the bitter flute saw that there was only one late autumn in the mountain, and there was a evil thought. He proposed to push down the thought of the late autumn here. Decisively refused.

So the two played, but the bitter flute has already entered the peak of the real spirit, and the late autumn is not an opponent at all, which was seriously injured.

When I heard the lingering words of the late autumn, the bitter flute did not have the slightest fear, but also showed a playful look and smiled: "Ha ha! What is your so-called friend? Isn't this your Tianhu faction's master Yu Zhong? If he is It’s just right, you shouldn’t know, Yu Zhong has been peeking at your beauty for a long time, and I’ve mentioned it in front of me that one day I’m going to turn you into a squat. If he comes, the two of us will be together.”

"you……"

Yu late autumn, a breath of blood came up, Zhang mouth spit out a large pool of blood, she had seen the true face of Yu Zhong a few days ago, I did not expect this flat fashion to be a tall and tall brother, shameless than she imagined.

"Haha! You, you, here is the remote barren hill of the Seventh Palace. Since you ran here, don't think someone will help you." The bitter flute looks proud, the eyes are green, as if the late autumn must be To be his prey.

But at this moment, a clear voice came, and when I heard this voice, the heart that was hanging in the late autumn suddenly calmed down.

"Oh! Are you really no one near here?"

The bitter flute was shocked and even had the feeling of being beaten. He said that there would be no other monks in the vicinity, and he had swept it with his gods, and he did not find other monks, and he jumped inexplicably. Come out one.

Only when the bitter flute sees the realm of the coming person, the heart suddenly settles, the other party is just a junior who has stepped into the real world. He is sure to shoot the other person with one palm.

"Will the juniors dare to come to the bad things of Laozi? Who knows who Laozi is, the core disciples of the popular door, bitter flute, and quickly get out of the way, Lao Tzu can spare you not to die!"

The bitter flute did not put Qin Feng in his eyes, but he did not intend to fight with Qin Feng. After all, Qin Feng was young, but he has already entered the realm of the real spirit. It must be at least a disciple from the Five Star School, if it is for a It is absolutely unwise for a woman to offend a five-star sect.

I thought that I could scare away Qin Feng with some threats. I thought that the other party fell directly on the empty space that was less than ten meters across from him. The rest of the autumn had already rushed to Qin Feng and held his arm tightly. This is a friendly scene. The gas of the bitter flute is to be blasted.

"Seven late sister, are you okay?" Qin Feng put away a cold, soft look, like a change of personal.

"I'm fine, Joe Feng brother, you are careful."

Yu late autumn knows that Qin Feng will not let go of the bitter flute, and she also wants to kill this person in her heart, but she has no choice but to repair it.

Seeing that these two people will ignore themselves and arrogantly say that they want to destroy themselves, the bitter flute suddenly throws a knife, and the mouth snarls like a beast: "The ants are juniors, and Laozi can kill you with a knife!"

Bang!

The knife gas appeared in the void, and the bitter flute was obviously unreserved. The vanity of the void seemed to be condensed into substance, and suddenly the gravel on the mountain was flying.

Under this knife, he seems to have seen Qin Feng being slashed in two, and even the late autumn will be injured. The bitter flute is beginning to worry. Yu late autumn has been injured, if it is also destroyed under this knife, is it not? Have fun with her.

Only these thoughts just emerged from my mind, the bitter flute looks transient, his eyes shot an incredible light, seeing Qin Feng standing still on the hill, moving to the void, there was a huge real yuan big hand Directly grab his fierce knife in the air.

The loud noise burst in the sky, and a layer of gas barrier was covered in Qin Feng's body. It was not affected by the aftermath of the explosion.

This hand is too fierce, watching the bitter flute stunned, as the core disciple of the five-star Zongmen Fengxingmen, he is still very confident about his own strength, let alone the monks of the real world, even if it is a layer of virtual **** The strong respect, can not do such a light and easy to resolve his killing.

"You, how did you do it?" But the facts are in front of you, and you can't bite the flute.

Qin Feng's big hand exerted force, the real yuan knife that was held in the void was instantly crushed, just like crumpling the tofu. He turned his palm and turned it into a huge palm print. The palm print was like a piece. The dark clouds fell and pressed against the top of the bitter flute to make him breathless.

"You hide the realm?"

"Wait! The predecessors don't kill, they all blame the younger generation for their eyes. If the seniors can spare me, I would take you to the gate of the Eighth Palace..."

When the palm prints quickly fall, the bitter flute feels like an unprecedented death. He knows that if he opens his mouth one second later, he will immediately die in this palm.

His heart was so shocking that he couldn't understand why Qin Feng had such a fierce breath at the young age. Although he guessed that the other party had hidden the cultivation, he could not notice that he had any hidden cultivation techniques.

Bang!

The palm print suddenly changed direction and burst on the mountain behind the bitter flute.

The hill collapsed and saw this scene. The bitter flute was scared for a while. He knew that it was good for him to beg for mercy. If he was hesitant for half a second, maybe it would not be a rock, but he would body of.

"Do you know the gate to the eighth palace?"

Although I really want to kill the bitter flute immediately, this news is too important for Qin Feng.

The bitter flute also realized this, and suddenly he was relieved. He knew that he had returned a life: "Predecessors! The sentence I said is true. Not long ago, I happened to bump into the eighth palace in one place." The front door."

Yu late autumn brows provoked: "Qiao Feng brother, this guy is a beast, I think his words must be fake, if he found the eighth palace, how can he stand here?"

Qin Feng immediately cast a murderous murder on the bitter flute, the latter scared his legs and trembled: "Predecessors please listen to me, I really saw the front door, the reason why I didn't go in, because the younger generation is too low, went to the eighth. The palace can only be sent to death, it would be better to stay in the seventh palace to find the baby."

His explanation was reasonable, but Yu Qiuqiu kept his suspicious eyes. The man tried to misbehave her, no matter what he said, he would not believe it in the late autumn.

"Where is the door?" Qin Feng asked.

The sly look in the eyes of the bitters flickered, and the look said solemnly: "Not far from here, there are fifty miles. As long as the predecessors promised to spare me, I can take you now."

Yu late autumn pulled Qin Feng's arm and shook his head. Qin Feng had his own thoughts. Of course he could see that the bitter flute had a small abacus, but whether he was true or not, he still wanted to look at it.

After all, the bitter flute is only a disciple of the five-star Zongmen. After coming to the thirteen palaces, most of the five-star sects that Qin Feng saw were led by a sacred elder, plus several disciples of the late Ming and the peak. Even the few stars of the robbery in the Fifth Palace are just two elders in the early days of the virtual god.

At the beginning, Qin Feng was able to destroy the virtual god, and now breaks through the six realms of the real spirit. He believes that the early stage of killing the virtual **** will only be easier.

"You lead the way."

After Qin Feng made a decision, Yu late autumn only flashed a whim in his eyes, but never said anything.

The bitter flute immediately stepped on the flying sword, Qin Feng and Yu late autumn followed, and he did not see any unusual moves in the middle. It seems that his heart is also very clear. It is impossible to escape from Qin Feng.

Fifty miles of land is not a distance to the monks of the Shenzun mainland. The three men flew into the mountains without a moment.

This mountain peaks, the sun is blocked by the mountains, people in the valley feel a little dim, and the cold wind blows, so that the feeling of restlessness in the late autumn is more intense, but she sees Qin Feng look firm, and ultimately did not say much what.

"The elders of bitter bamboo are quick to save lives, this kid wants to kill me!"

The bitter flute flying in front suddenly screamed, and the flying sword at the foot accelerated, turning into a golden light and rushing to the bottom of the valley. The rest of the autumn was immediately vigilant. She found that there were four strong breaths in the bottom of the valley, and she immediately knew herself and Qin Feng counted.

In these cases, Qin Feng has long discovered that he did not care. When the gods swept through the nearby kilometers, there were only four breaths in the bottom, and the most powerful atmosphere was nothing but the second layer of the virtual god.

However, Qin Feng felt a little lost in his heart. He realized that the bitter flute deceived him. This guy just came to find the reinforcements. As for the gate to the eighth palace, most of them were a blind man.

However, when he speeded up the speed of flying swords and fell to the bottom of the valley, his mood suddenly became excited. In the midair behind a green hill, there was a faint white light gate. The door did not know where it was, but Qin. Maple was very similar when it entered the higher palace.

“Is there really a door here?” When I saw the situation in the late autumn, I was surprised.

Qin Feng simply ignored the four monks at the door, and immediately went in with the late autumn, but the figure just jumped into the air, and a knife attacked him, forcing him to return to the place immediately.

"The ants in the six realms of the real area dare to do my best to my disciples, but I don't know how high the earth is!" The angry voice of the old man came.