"With my blood, return to heaven and earth, my origin, return to nothingness, origin, burning, forbidden surgery, rise!"

After the jerky words in Feng Chen's mouth were finished, his hands were tied with seals and his face resolutely determined.

"噗 ..." The method of sealing the dust has not been performed yet, the meridians on the arms of both hands burst instantly, a stream of blood sprayed out immediately, and a blood red on the sleeve.

In his eyes, the previous bloodshot gradually turned into blood red, and a blood-red tear overflowed along the corner of the eye.

"Feng Chen, stop quickly, or stop, otherwise, I will never forgive you in my life!"

Jiang Yu, in a mask, saw this scene, and two lines of tears appeared on her face, but she couldn't move, she just watched openly and shouted at Feng Chen.

She has nothing to cultivate, but she can see that her master is performing a very powerful occult technique. She doesn't know how powerful this occult technique is. She only knows that her ancestry is at least better than herself It is ten or even a hundred times more powerful.

However, Jiang Yu's words sank into the sea, Feng Chen didn't move a little, and he still took care of his fingerprints. At this moment, all his casual mountaineering clothing was blood-red.

One by one, all the complex handprints were sealed by dust, and he felt relieved. If he had n’t practiced the Nine Turns Star Technique, his constitution was arrogant, otherwise he would definitely not see it now.

"There is more than one way, quickly return to one!" Feng Chen spit out a word gently.

"Booming ..." Above Chishui Peak, no, exactly it should be the sky above the kingdom of Yan. Suddenly, after the words of Feng Chen fell, thunder broke out, and a thunderous sky rang, a horror of extreme The coercive pressure suddenly appeared. Like a dragon, it soared quickly in the sky above the sky, and the momentum seemed to be oppressed.

"Brother Mo, look at that, what's going on?" Mo Yuanfu, who was hiding thousands of miles away, Hu Guoren and the other four looked up at the scene, shaking their hearts.

Only the four of them understood that this was their own person who was killing Jiang Yu and Feng Chen.

But they never expected that it would cause such a big movement.

They are anxious at the moment. What they want is quick resolution. Now, there is such a big movement, and the secret that they want to do, it is probably impossible. They can't wait to rush up to see if their own people have made **** Rain **** killed.

This kind of vision gave birth to all the forces of the Yan Kingdom with their heads in their eyes, but the dark night was like a day.

Some monks even thought that this was a natural treasure or a treasure, and they set off towards the beam.

"Sister, I'll take you to kill!" The scene in front of Feng Chen can no longer be familiar with it. He knows that it is not difficult for him to destroy the eleven monks who are in the middle of emptiness. At least one move is enough.

"The one who hurt my sister, die!" Feng Chen turned to Jiang Yu after speaking, facing the eleven middle-aged monks, and said lightly that the life and death of all of them were completely under his control. Hand.

"Boy, speak wildly, your sister has been seriously injured by us, what capital do you have to threaten us, do you think you can escape today?"

Although the gray-headed old man was shocked by the movement made by Feng Chen, this movement was not only to make him, everyone was afraid, because the coercion of the sky above was too terrifying. Under this coercion, they There was a feeling from the depths of Yuanshen who wanted to immediately kneel and surrender to it.

"Sword comes!" Feng Chen's pale face spit out two words, his right hand stretched forward, a white mang turned, stayed in his hand, and the falling feather Feijian screamed the sound of the sword.

"Thunder comes!" Feng Chen remained expressionless, and the falling feather flying sword in his hand pointed towards the sky above.

"Boom ... Kaka ..." A huge thunder, a thick purple lightning pierced through the sky above like a dragon, and then rushed down in a straight line with a forward momentum.

"Zizziz" This purple lightning thundered, and immediately raised the terror of the coercion again, it seemed that it felt the strong anger and killing in Fengchen's body.

After the thunder, the thick purple lightning flew across the sky. In a blink of an eye, the lightning was attached to the falling feather flying sword.

"锵锵 锵 ....." The sound of the sound of Jianming Feijian slamming across the sky.

Feng Chen is holding the Fei Fei Fei Sword. At this moment, it can be said without exaggeration that this is his home field, just like the **** of the gods in the world.

The falling feather flying sword's body surface was rising from the blazing flames, and Fengchenyijiao had no wind automatically, and the whole body was released with violent momentum, sweeping the audience, making people afraid.

When I saw this scene just now, the old man with a white head who was pretending to be dusty, the expression on his face changed instantly, and he became very frightened, or even scared.

He had never heard of anyone bringing in the power of Thunder! What is this concept? This is beyond his cognition.

"Everything is over ... chop!" Feng Chen whispered in his mouth, but everyone heard it clearly.

As soon as this word came out, everyone in the distance of 100 meters raised a thought, that is, to escape, even if they felt that a 100% chance of winning could kill two people at this moment, they could not care so much, because this scene was too scary .

Feng Chen's feet a little, flying to mid-air, the falling feather Feijian in his hand gently stroked down, a blade split.

"Ka rub ..." This blade was split, and the space of the sword's Thunder Force was instantly broken and shattered. Due to the limited Thunder Force, this broken space soon healed again.

"Wow!" A light sound, a breathing time, the eleven strong middle-aged strong men who wanted to escape were cut off, and even a little blood did not flow out. Directly transformed into nothingness and annihilated by a sword.

Not only that, the blade continued to move forward with unstoppable momentum.

"Rumble, Kakaka ..." A loud noise came.

I saw Chishuifeng's mid-mountainside cut by the power of the Thunder with the power of Wan Jun, and a sword split in half.

You know, this Chishui Peak is a mountain about several hundred meters high, not a person.

It can also be understood that people are cut off with their waists, but this ...

Jiang Yu in the mask was already stunned. First, he killed eleven middle-aged monks with a single sword, and then this sword cut Chishui Peak to the waist!

The rocks were flying across the sky, the dust was spreading all over the sky, and the sound of rumbling kept coming. The top of Chishui Peak immediately fell down, just like a landslide.

At this moment, flying into the air, the sealed dust figure fluttered and was unable to plant, and the falling feather flying sword in his hand automatically fell off.