Wrecked Sword Striking the Heaven

After knowing Zifeng's identity, Wan Zhou's intention of blocking has already disappeared. He can defeat Diao Jun and others as Fuxiu. The ability is better than that, and the old students of Haoran college are not afraid. But Tu Qingning's opening seemed that the young man named Wu Zifeng was not at ease.

"If you guessed correctly, you and I had never been masked and had not had a festival, why did you block it?" Looking at the girl in front of me, I felt pity for her, but it seemed that I knew him.

Tu Qingning looked contemptuously, "why? I'll do what I like. I don't like you. I'll teach you a lesson. Why don't you thank me for my training! " The Wu family is not good. The young man in front of us must be like that.

No counterattack doesn't mean Zifeng doesn't have anger in his heart. Looking at TU Qingning coldly, a towering evil spirit surges out of his body like essence. This is exactly the unique temperament Zifeng possessed after Haoran Zhengqi combined with liquid evil Qi in the dragon's abyss!

"Boom," Diao Jun on one side looked pale and retreated three steps towards the rear. Even if the others stood in the distance, they also looked embarrassed. Tu Qingning's face was livid and pointed to Zifeng, but he couldn't speak.

Then, ignoring the little people behind him, Zifeng nodded to Wanzhou and walked up to the sky steps

I didn't want to hear a clear sound of the sword pulling out its sheath behind me. A fierce wind came towards Zifeng, "wuzifeng, take your life!" When did Tu Qingning suffer such humiliation as the Wu family? He rushed up before Ke Shao and Xin Tang reacted.

In the sight, Zifeng seemed unheard of. Let the long sword quickly stab at the back of his heart!