Hedonist Sovereign

The disciple of the imaginary **** was shocked by the strong breath shot by Qin Feng, and he was afraid to shoot. He realized that he was not an opponent at all.

"Bold ants, dare to speak out in front of my Mingu clan in the fog valley, you are just in the middle of the condensate, let Grandpa come to clean you up."

A monk in the late stage of the body flew out, and it was a knife in the air.

The real Yuan knife is like a mountain, and there is a fierce explosion in the air, which makes everyone unable to breathe.

However, seeing Qin Feng’s sword hanging in the air, he was unmoved, until the real element of the condensed essence appeared on the top of his head. Qin Feng played the knife on the back of the knife. After a crisp sound, the purple mans would skyrocket and instantly put each other’s The knife gas broke.

When the purple knives shrouded in the air, and instantly fascinated the crowd, they showed a fascinating look and looked up at the sky, this is definitely the most embarrassing sky they have ever seen.

“Zhenjie is careful!”

But there is a low ambiguity that breaks this quiet and beautiful scene.

The black shadow flashed, and the man who took the second floor of the trip suddenly shot, trying to save the disciples surrounded by the purple mans, but the explosion had spread, and the disciple burst instantly, and even the gods disappeared instantly.

Bang!

There was another loud noise coming out.

Qin Feng took advantage of the opportunity to annihilate the late condensate in the other god.

Under the two knives, the two bodies were able to fall.

Even if you see it with your own eyes, the monks of Beishazhou are unbelievable.

"Oh! You dare to kill my disciples of the Gongming clan. The old man will kill you thousands of times today, and then abolish your dantian, destroy your sea of ​​knowledge, and let you be a mortal forever."

In the comprehension of the mainland, the ordinary mortal who is incapable of opening the pulse is the lowest, and the most vicious means of retaliating against a person is not to kill him, or to change him from a comprehension to an ordinary mortal who can no longer practice. It’s hard to die.

It can be seen that Gong Mingsheng Tian has already hatched Qin Feng, but when his voice just fell, two loud noises blew in the ear, and the two disciples of the virtual gods were instantly destroyed.

"蝼 蝼 children, look at the palm!"

Gong Mingshengtian no longer wants to say more, one palm shot.

Falling into the sky, a real hand, as if a dark cloud covered the sky, the palm prints rolled up fierce air, and when the air collided with the air, an amazing loud noise broke out, and the momentum was compelling.

The other side is just a simple palm, but it has caused such a strong offensive. The monks of Beishazhou thoroughly look at the dumbfounded eyes. Even if it was a battle of the world three years ago, it is not as powerful as the power of the palm of the palace.

"What kind of realm has this person cultivated? Is the monk in Xihaizhou so powerful?"

"Qin Shaoxia is careful!"

"How do I feel that this time Qincheng is mainly dangerous, it seems that Beishazhou is still in jeopardy!"

Under the palm of the palace, many monks once again raised despair. This is the power of the power of Ding Ding, just a hand, can form a kind of pressure.

It is only this pressure placed on the North Shazhou monks, but it is useless to Qin Feng. He is not the first time to fight against the power of Ding, even the Haiqi Ji and Yin Fei, who were killed under Jianfeng, are even higher than the realm of Gong Mingsheng.

Although Haiqi Ji and Yin Fei were not completely killed by Qin Feng, at that time, Qin Feng was just entering the early stage of the virtual god. Now, after entering the middle stage of the condensate, the repair has already become a dozen times of skyrocketing.

Hey!

Qin Feng took out his feet and suddenly formed his own venue.

The palm print of falling in the sky suddenly stopped, and the true element of the tumbling and collapsed was like a cloud that lost its life. There was no movement in the air.

"This, what is going on?"

"I heard that the Qincheng Lord has already become a big man. Is this the situation? It is really amazing!"

"What does it mean to be big?"

The crowd looks dumbfounded, so spectacular spectacle, it is a hundred years to see.

Many monks have already heard that Qin Feng has realized the situation. When he forced the retreat of the beast, he also showed his way to kill.

But at the level of monasticism in the northern Shazhou, many monks did not know what was in the border. Now, with their own eyes, they finally have some insights. In the realm, as if everything is still, everything is dominated by Qin Feng.

However, they still underestimated the power of Qin Feng, and where Qin Feng is performing, it is a higher level.

"This is the field? Is this actually a field? You actually turned out to be a small venue?"

Others can't understand, but Gong Mingshengtian knows it in an instant.

It’s just that he is blind and does not believe in the facts he sees.

Even in the Xihaizhou, where the monasticism flourished, I have never seen the body of the condensate monk comprehend the venue. It is generally the time to step into the edge of the luck field. Gongming Shengtian is only going to realize the situation, let alone here. The northern sandbank of the monastic land...

Qin Feng was used to the shocking reaction of others after he showed his exhibits. It was already strange at this time. Although he stepped into the middle of the condensate, he did not neglect in the face of a great power. When the venue was trapped in the moment of the palace, Qin Feng immediately used a knife to smash a knife and rolled up a purple The knife vortex rushed out.

Gong Mingsheng Tian had already seen the hidden crisis under the purple mang, but he knew it was useless, the body was not under control, and there was no room for evasion.

Just when Gong Mingshengtian was preparing to burn the blood and forcibly break through the constraints of the field, the purple mans burst and set off the fierce vitality. The power of the explosion was so fierce that it was afraid that the steel would be blown up in an instant.

"You kid is a good thief..."

Gong Mingsheng Tian just shouted a few words and began to vomit blood.

Qin Feng is not a thief, but the last time he suffered a loss with Zhang Sanhe, so this replay is clever. Before the palace Mingshengtian burns the blood and breaks through the venue, he will throw out the nirvana first.

The effect is remarkable.

After Gong Mingshengtian was injured, he immediately ran the real yuan body, and there was still energy to burn the blood to break through the venue. Qin Fengyi will make him better, and immediately took out a few knives and purple awns. At the same time, he also threw out a few groups of spirits and fired a few shots of a thousand miles...

Under the collision of various powerful offensives, the long sky seemed to blow out the crack to form a black hole, and it was gray and gray. Even the gods of the true spiritual monk could not be swept away.

The explosion lasted for a long time.

When the dust and dust are gone, there is a figure of Gong Mingshengtian. No one saw how the death of Gong Mingsheng was dead. Only Qin Feng knew that he was blown up alive, and even Yuan Ying was blown up.

"Qin Shaoxia, is that guy running away?"

After a long time, someone finally woke up and immediately questioned.

For the death of Gong Mingshengtian, Qin Feng did not have any sense of pleasure and accomplishment. He looked at the sky in the direction of Zixia Mountain and realized that he had to transfer it to Xihai Prefecture as soon as possible. The transfer entrance is sealed.

"These people have all been destroyed. I am going to Xihaizhou now. After that, everyone will follow the orders of the elders of the League of Heroes. If someone dares to rebel in the days when I am leaving, I will destroy him when I return."

Qin Feng’s low and majestic voice is still echoing in the air, but the figure has already disappeared into the air.