Hedonist Sovereign

Zhang Bailing immediately turned around, and a dazzling white mans floated in the air. He knew that it was the light released by Qin Fengyuan, but it was more dazzling than the light on his body.

"What is the realm of you? You must have hidden the cultivation." Zhang Bailing said.

Qin Feng is a real solid body, and it was only recently that he just stepped into the realm of the condensate. Even he was shocked by his own power. It seems that the effect of the nine-leaf fire lotus is extraordinary, and it is worthy of the nine-level spirit grass. one.

"If you want to fight, you can say so much nonsense!"

Qin Feng’s big hand waved and fell.

At the same time, between his thoughts and urging, the venue was instantly shrouded.

The purple knives are flying fast in the field, like a meteor smashing the void, but no sound can be heard. Zhang Bailing was instantly bound by the field, his eyes blurred, and he was attracted by the purple light.

"Teacher is careful!"

Zhang Sanhe roared, but Qin Feng’s knife was too fast. When he smelled the killing, he could only be a speech reminder, and he could not rescue him.

As the voice of Zhang Sanhe fell, the explosion rang loudly.

The purple knives swelled in Zhang Bailing, as if it were a mountain that was blown up.

When the fog is gone, there is a figure of Zhang Bailing.

The two virtual disciples of Zhangjia, the snowy city, were stunned. The deputy head of Zhang’s family and the power of the first generation of the condensate were destroyed.

"Oh, ah! The ants in Beishazhou, the old man wants you not to die!"

Zhang Sanhe was furious and took a shot.

The real yuan handprints floated, and the enthusiasm of the gallops formed a rolling cloud, and the explosions in the sky seemed to be a crack in the void.

At the moment of the other party’s shot, Qin Feng realized that this was a great power. Although Qin Feng killed three people in the Nanping Chau Jianfeng, it was done with the help of external force. It is extremely difficult for him to kill a monk alone.

However, the day of Jianfeng is very different from the present day. At that time, Qin Feng was still a cult of the virtual god, but now he has entered the realm of the body.

When the momentum of the real yuan giant palm was formed, Qin Feng immediately displayed the venue, and at the same time took out a fierce knife.

The air condenses instantly, and even the sound of the explosion solidifies.

Among the venues, Qin Feng is king. He can clearly feel the existence of any thing and even control their laws.

The real palm print stopped in the sky, and the tumultuous cloud was like a spectacular painting. Zhang Sanhe’s old eyes shot a shimmering light, and the voice trembled and said: “This is the venue? A pre-male monk in your district has realized it. The edge of the field?"

The facts are in front of you, but it is hard to accept.

As a genius monk of Xihaizhou, Zhang Sanhe stepped into the first floor just after he was a hundred years old, but now he only understands the greatness of the environment and it is difficult to touch the edge of the field.

Nowadays, he has entered the cultivation wasteland of Beishazhou, but he has encountered a younger strong body and has also realized the venue.

"Impossible! This is not Beishazhou. What is this place?" Zhang Sanhe blamed.

Qin Feng took the opportunity to shoot, and quickly smashed two knives.

The purple knife was not forced to Zhang Sanhe, but fiercely directed to the two young disciples of the late gods. The two were bound by the field and could only watch the body burst, and several avatars were also drowned in the fierce explosion. .

There are five people in a row. At this time, Zhang Sanhe is left alone. When he realized that all the companions sent together had died, the whole person was in madness.

"Hey ant child, I don't care where this is, no matter who you are, if you don't kill you today, the old man is a man!"

With the screaming of Zhang Sanhe, there was a **** fire on him. When the blood was burned, the momentum of Zhang Sanhe’s body skyrocketed, as if the tsunami wave had started behind him.

When Qin Feng left the Deep Sea City, he was chased by Long Bin and Long Cheng. The venue where he was exhibited was forcibly smashed by the two. Now, once again, the venue of Qin Ding was dismantled. The floating real yuan palm print instantly fell and exploded in his body.

The loud noise is shocking.

Even though Qin Feng avoided the first time, he was still smashed by fierce infuriating waves. Others vomited a lot of blood in the air, feeling that the internal organs were moved.

Not waiting for him to fall to the ground, Zhang Sanhe counted a few palms, and the string of real yuan handprints seemed to be a moving black cloud, covering a large sky.

"The ant ant child, give the old man to die!"

Zhang Sanhe’s eyes sparkled with excitement, as if he had seen the picture of Qin Feng’s tragic death, but he saw that Qin Feng had stabilized his body and waved a knife at him.

This abnormal move made Zhang Sanhe stunned. He did not expect Qin Feng to do this. What is the difference between sending death and death? But when the purple knife was smashed, a strange wave of energy spread and spread quickly, and a new venue was formed.

"With a knife to gasify the field? You actually became a small venue?"

Zhang Sanhe was full of horror. When Qin Feng touched the edge of the field, it was enough to shock him. He expected that the other party not only touched the venue, but also had a small venue.

In fact, Qin Feng was the first time to use the knife to pull out the venue. This trick was gradually realized after he realized the invincible slash.

Just at the moment of life and death, Qin Feng’s potential was stimulated, and the venue was opened under the knife. This was an accident for him.

The site where the knife gas was transformed seemed to be more intense. The number of real yuan handprints shot by Zhang Sanhe suddenly stopped, and the tumbling momentum did not dissipate. It condensed into an amazing landscape in the sky.

"As long as there is Qin Feng in my place, the land in Beishazhou will not be invaded by anyone. You can go to **** with peace of mind."

Qin Feng didn't dare to stay any longer, because he knew that the new venue would be broken by Zhang Sanhe's powerful repair. He immediately took down a few knives, and the purple mans were raging, like the clouds that were blown away by the late wind. However, it bursts in the void with fierce and violent momentum.

Zhang Sanhe was constantly attacked and his body was swaying in the air. It was only the repair of Qin Feng, but it was difficult to kill him completely.

Qin Feng immediately shot a few groups of Lingkui Tianhuo, floating two-flowered sunflower-shaped flames in the sky, like a fire and rain.

Rumble!

The explosion of the knife and the flames came one after another, and the fierce attack was terrifying, destroying a mountain peak in the Zixia Mountains.

However, Zhang Sanhe was in the center of the most explosive explosion, and he could not perish, even burning blood to try to counterattack.

Qin Feng once again realized the strength of the Ding Ding, even if he can now restrain the Ding Ding, but it is still very difficult to kill each other by his own strength.

"Master, the hunting hunter wakes up, it says to go out to eat." Suddenly came the voice of a small pig in his mind.

Qin Feng was unable to destroy Zhang Sanhe. The problem was solved. He immediately released the hunting scorpion and saw a golden light flashing away. It is difficult to see the action track of the hunting falcon with his current cultivation.