Wrecked Sword Striking the Heaven

"Die!" Fan Yong's whole face is green. Zifeng's move is worse than hitting him! The whole man suddenly came fiercely towards the wind

He pushed Ouyang Piao, who was still at a loss, aside. The surging anger in his heart suddenly burst out, the power of Zixuan exploded, and the blue fist Gang flickered

I just felt the fierce collision of the two Changhong in my sight, and a roar roared in an instant!

"Roar!" Zifeng roared all over, and his tough talisman clothes turned into strands in an instant, and a more arrogant force burst out of his deadlocked fist in an instant

One punch, the most overbearing punch.

Fan Yong, as a whole, had a quilt, and the wind blew into the cliff. The rocks rolled down, and a huge crack filled the whole rock wall in an instant. With a click, a whole grandstand collapsed.

Linghu island's eyes are full of dignified look. Fan Yong's fierce four palaces have heard of it. Unexpectedly, unexpectedly

"I'll kill you!" With a disheartened face, a bald head rushed out of the rock stratum, holding a long knife with exaggerated shape, trying to kill Zifeng.

And at this moment, high above the sky, suddenly came a violent drink, "enough!"

Fan Yong hated again and again in his eyes, but the old voice made him unable to resist, so he had to turn back with Linghu island.

The ten elders of the sect, together with millions of spectators, stood in the distance, silent, "that fist, fist, power is so great!"

"Are all the disciples of zhantian sect so strong? Damn it, I want to join zhantianzong! "

"Join zhantian sect, join zhantian sect"

In the bursts of voices, Zifeng went to Fu Lao with a gloomy face and said in front of other elders, "master, what price do I have to pay if I kill the disciples of the fourth palace?"

Rong Dali stumbled and looked at the young man in front of him in surprise. He didn't hear wrong just now. Others couldn't hide. There are still people in the hall who want to kill the disciples of the fourth palace.

Fu Lao's face twitched twice. Zifeng, will you let me enjoy my old age? It is inevitable that even the leader of the clan will be severely criticized for killing the disciples of the four palaces, let alone an elder of the Fu clan.

However, thinking like this, old Fu persuaded him with great sincerity, "just hit it seriously. If you kill it, it's inevitable that some, some"

"What do you have? To kill is to kill. What are you afraid of? I'll cut Tianzong to support you! " In the surrounding cries, Lin Jianfu obviously couldn't recognize the reality.

"That's good!" After getting a positive response, Zifeng turned and swept down!

"Elder Lin, are you really not afraid to kill Tianzong to bear the disaster?" Xueguang Zongshen Tu Zhou sneered and said sarcastically.

Lin Jianfu brushed his sleeve and looked like Lao Tzu, the best in the world, "the disaster of destruction? If you have the ability, your blood light sect also has a disciple who can defeat the four palaces. Who can be the puppet. What does it have to do with you whether I kill the disciples of Tianzong or not? Why don't you come to xueguangzong? "

At this point, Shen Tu Zhou's face turned blue. It's OK that almost all the disciples of Xueguang sect did not use human puppets yesterday. However, all the disciples who used human puppets were destroyed! Damn it! Damn it!

Ming asked Lin Jianfu to kill the disciples of the fourth palace? Didn't you just win a lucky game? When the disciple of the fourth palace is persimmon, you can pinch it if you want to!

But when that scene was really in front of Mingrang, how did he react?

In the crowd, seeing Lin xuanke, a group of girls came over, and a line of 300 people got up one after another from the crowd. The three hundred strong warriors rushed inside, just for one thing, grab a seat!

Other people in Chejin village may not be good at this skill, but there must be no branch except Chejin village. From the moment three hundred people appeared, but in ten breath, a great open space was vacated in front of them.

Lin Xuan was stunned at first, but cold as snow and Ouyang Piao went directly to the clearing, "sit down. A group of people took out a chair from xuanming ring and put it on the open space. Not to mention chairs, even tables, as long as they want, there are some.

At the moment, Zifeng resumed his smile and walked here step by step.

"Is that bald fan Yong?" Sitting down, Zifeng asked calmly.

Leng Ruxue nodded with a disgusting tone, "who else can there be except that bastard?"

"Don't worry, I'll kill him!" The voice was as calm as ever, but the determination in the words flustered several people in the field

Ouyang Piao waved his hand hurriedly, "no, really No. I'll take care of it. "

"Why not. What kind of scum, kill it, and keep it will harm others. " Dongfang Qing sneered twice. There was no concept of the deterrence of the four palaces in the human brain.

Fan Yong is a rare genius in Yunlan palace in a hundred years. At the same time, he is also the grandson of the great elder fan Xiu. If Zifeng killed him, would Fuzong be peaceful? Chopping Tianzong is a roll of bedding, and the collective disappearance is fearless. But what about Xuantian? I'm afraid it's hard to imagine what kind of death it will suffer!

His expression was as focused as before, "this matter has nothing to do with you. There is no reason to kill him!" When seeing fan Yong's unbridled eyes, death is sooner or later. Moreover, he also threatened to attack Ouyang family. In this way, Zifeng would rather lead the disaster to himself than let Ouyang family bear the reckless disaster.

Anyone who dares to treat his side will bear Zifeng's anger.

In the square, there are more than 20 people from several major sects. Now they stand quietly in the field. How many people will be left after World War I today?

The crack in the void was torn open again, and all the disciples of the four palaces were born now, including xuanyuansong, who was badly hurt yesterday. The only difference is that behind the twenty disciples, the four palace elders never showed up. A moment slowly appeared in the sight of everyone.

I didn't mean to fall on the rock ridge, but quietly suspended in the air, thinking about corresponding with a cadre of sect elders.

Mingrang and others were busy standing up and greeting here. They arched their hands. Old Fu and Lin Jianfu were still sitting in their chairs without saying anything.

Since the four palaces don't want to be with them, why bother yourself. In his sight, the elder of the four palaces didn't even lift his eyelids. He didn't mean to talk to Rong Dali at all. Instead, he focused all his eyes on Zifeng.

Just at this time, the referee shouted loudly and burst the repressed atmosphere in the square, "Fu Zongwu Zifeng fought against Linghu Island, the ethereal palace."