Venerable Martial Emperor

The flesh is numb. Only the pain from knowing the sea is stimulating Xu Feng. Xu Feng, who was kicked to the ground, looks red, either because of the pain of the body or the torture in knowing the sea.

Jiang Nu, who was taken back by Xu Feng, felt Xu Feng's pain and wanted to rush out and fight to the death with fan Xinghua in front of her, but Xu Feng had sealed it. For a moment, Jiang Nu couldn't come out again.

"Look at you now, what qualifications do you think you have to talk to me?"

Fan Xinghua was even more rampant, with a trace of blood in his eyes, as if he had a great hatred with Xu Feng.

In fact, he didn't know Xu Fengsu and didn't even know Xu Feng's name. The reason why he wanted to kill Xu Feng was just jealous of everything Xu Feng enjoyed in Qinghu city.

Everyone is a spiritual practitioner. Why should he hide and be afraid of tomorrow, but Xu Feng can swagger and be worshipped by thousands of people?

The so-called same rice raises a hundred kinds of people. Fan Xinghua is a person with dark psychology and can't see others. He always feels that the world is rejecting him, but he has never thought about how he treats the world.

Xu Feng's identity as a spiritual practitioner is indeed very sensitive. However, Xu Feng is not used to indiscriminately kill innocent people, but to cross others on the right way. Therefore, there are thousands of people in Qinghu city.

In contrast, fan Xinghua, relying on his powerful divine knowledge, mysterious breath haunts and haunts. No one can stop it. When he comes out of the mountain, his blood flows into a river. Who would be afraid of such a demon king?

"Kill if you want. What's the point of talking so much nonsense!"

Facing the arrogant fan Xinghua, Xu Feng was still not afraid. He snorted coldly and didn't even lift his eyelids.

After a pause, Xu Feng continued, "do you think you will have a better life after killing me? You broke the rules of Qinghu city and made things so big that you think you can escape?"

The three of you thought that fan Xinghua was stunned directly, but he soon reacted and looked fierce: "what will happen in the future? That's what will happen in the future. At least now, I'll kill you!"

As soon as the voice fell, around his pipa, there were spikes. The spikes, like the sharp claws of the Phoenix, were integrated with the piano without any sudden feeling.

"Tweet."

A Fengming came from the pipa. It seemed that there was a phoenix monster locked in the string. But the Phoenix was full of killing intention and didn't look like the king of birds at all.

Looking at the situation, Xu Feng had no chance to escape. He gave up his struggle, slowly closed his eyes and waited for the sharp thorn to pierce his throat.

Fan Xinghua didn't talk nonsense. He raised his Fengming Pipa and suddenly poked it down!

"Enough!"

At this time, a voice sounded, Xu Feng suddenly opened his eyes, and the color of joy did not hide at all.

Naturally, this sound is not from the unreliable LV Tiansong, but from the Yu binglan under the water of Qinghu lake.

Fan Xinghua did not care. He was still exerting force in his hand. It was just a pity that his Pipa was dragged by an invisible force. No matter how hard he exerted himself, he could not fall down, so he hung three inches in front of Xu Feng.

"Who are you so special? Why do you care about our affairs!"

Fan Xinghua, who didn't know heaven and earth, didn't expect Yu binglan's strength. He roared like a madman.

"Gulu Gulu."

The answer to him was the tumbling of Qinghu lake. Then, Yu binglan slowly rose. He looked down at fan Xinghua below, no sorrow or joy.

It's just that Yu binglan this time is a little different from what Xu Feng saw last time. As for what's different, Xu Feng can't say it.

In short, Yu binglan must have made a breakthrough.

"Look... That's... Green Lake Guardian!"

"Really! God bless Qinghu!"

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Many practitioners of Qinghu shouted after seeing Yu binglan, and then prostrated on the ground and knelt in the direction of Qinghu.

A magical scene appeared. On these practitioners, a little smooth appeared and slowly integrated into Yu binglan's body. Soon, Yu binglan was shrouded in these light spots, like a God coming down to earth, full of holiness.

Xu Feng knows that this power is called the power of faith. He has seen it in Buddhists before, but he can't expect to see it in Yu binglan now.

Many people in Qinghu don't know Yu binglan, but there is a legend that seeing Yu binglan emerge from the bottom of the lake, he is naturally called the guardian of Qinghu.

"Who are you!"

Unable to feel the strength of Yu binglan, fan Xinghua jumped with a thump in his heart, and then drank loudly.

"Pa!"

Yu binglan waved his hand in the air, but it was like a roc spreading his wings. He directly blew fan Xinghua out and flew hundreds of meters all the way. Then he stopped slowly. The Fengming lute in his hand was also thrown out from a distance.

He is obviously a random wave, but he has such power. It can be imagined how strong Yu binglan will be if he tries his best.

A tumble got up from the ground and stretched out his hand. Feng Ming's Pipa was held in fan Xinghua's hand again.

This time, he dared not despise any more. His eyes were as gloomy as water, staring at Yu binglan to prevent Yu binglan from attacking again.

"Who the hell are you!"

Fan Xinghua's voice was so low that Yu binglan heard it and finally opened his mouth slowly.

"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that you broke the rules of Qinghu city and dyed Qinghu red!"

Yu binglan's voice was as calm as his expression, but as his voice fell, Xu Feng could feel that the atmosphere of the whole green lake city was cold.

Moreover, Xu Feng had a feeling that Yu binglan didn't care too much about whether fan Xinghua had broken the rules of Qinghu city. What he really cared about was that the originally clear lake turned into blood at this time.

"What can you do with me?"

After a hundred years of latent cultivation, fan Xinghua naturally has some confidence. Otherwise, he doesn't dare to be so arrogant and kill in Qinghu city.

Although he is afraid of Yu binglan, he is not afraid. After all, Yu binglan has not shown his real strength.

"Stubborn, hum!"

This time, Yu binglan's anger finally came. He snorted coldly and waved his hand again.

The so-called turning hands into clouds and covering hands into rain is what Yu binglan looks like. In front of him, the yuan force of heaven and earth quickly condenses into a big palm, which has been completed in the blink of an eye.

"Boom!"

A dull voice came from heaven and earth. The big palm slowly pressed down. The speed was not fast, but everyone could feel that this force was going towards fan Xinghua.

"Gollum."

If fan Xinghua didn't know Yu binglan's strength before, now he has the answer in his heart. That powerful power seems to annihilate him completely in the world.

It's strange to say that Yu binglan didn't emit any murderous spirit, but the pressed palm made fan Xinghua feel like this.

However, fan Xinghua is not a fuel-efficient lamp. Even if the enemy is strong, he will not give up resistance and let it go. After a little surprise, he immediately fluctuated the pipa string, and the sound of the piano floated on the green lake again.

This time it was definitely a duel between life and death. Fan Xinghua didn't have any hands left. He was murderous as soon as he came up. In the sound of the piano, it seemed that there were thousands of weapons ready to move. After a little brewing, he attacked all the palms in the air.

He let him be strong, the green mountains brushed the hills, and the mysterious breath was really strong, but it seemed so superfluous in Yu binglan's eyes. He didn't move and let the big palm cover it.

"Boom!"

When the ripples hit the palm, the world seemed to shake, and the sound of fan Xinghua's Pipa stopped.

Xu Feng could see clearly. At that moment, fan Xinghua's face quickly turned red. Soon, the sound of Pipa sounded again.

"How strong!"

As soon as Xu Feng's voice fell, the sound of Pipa stopped again, and fan Xinghua couldn't hold back any more. A mouthful of blood gushed out.

The shrill beep came from the pipa. Fan Xinghua was not the only one who was hurt. Fengming Pipa was also hurt.

"Boom!"

Without looking at fan Xinghua, his big palm hit fan Xinghua like a high mountain, and a huge mushroom cloud rose from the green lake.

Fan Xinghua's scream was shrouded in the explosion, and no one heard it at all.

After a long time, the smoke and dust gradually dispersed, and there was a piece of ruins beside the green lake. In the middle of the ruins, fan Xinghua lay there, motionless, and only a faint breath proved that he was still alive or dead.

"Stubborn!"

Slowly fell down, looking at fan Xinghua in front of him, Yu binglan said a faint word, then a yellow light flashed in his hand, started and fell, and a bloody head was cut off directly.

Fan Xinghua, who was arrogant a quarter of an hour ago, died here. Under Yu binglan's hands, he had no resistance. This was simply an out of proportion battle.

"Joo!"

As soon as fan Xinghua died, a shrill cry came from the Fengming lute that fell to one side, as if he were sad about the death of his master.

He turned his head and looked at Fengming pipa. Yu binglan stretched out his hand and the pipa fell into his hand.

Gently stroking the lines above, Yu binglan gave a deep voice and said slowly, "the piano is a good piano, but it is used where it shouldn't be used."

With that, his hands were golden and slowly integrated into the Fengming pipa. The next moment, the bleak Fengming sound sounded again. After a while, the sound gradually weakened. In the pipa, a wisp of black gas was emitted from it and then disappeared.

Holding a lute, Yu binglan slowly came to Xu Feng, squatted down and gently stroked Xu Feng's head.

Xu Feng could feel that Yu binglan's hands had a warm current flowing into his mind. Gradually, his chaotic consciousness also recovered, and the shaky sea of knowledge gradually stabilized.

So far, Xu Feng has saved the sea of knowledge, otherwise, if he drags on, the sea of knowledge will collapse.