"If I didn't guess wrong, the magical power of the world should make him seriously hurt or even take his life!" This move of his own implication has potential, and the superposition of the two forces can only make Ye Dawang slightly injured. He Believe that the magical power of your own can never be reached.

When Feng Chen arrived at Qingtingxuan, he had already banned layers and could only go in but not out to prevent Qiao Yifeng from running away.

At this moment, almost all of Qingtingxuan's people became more and more gloomy, all of them were in panic, and their hearts were disturbed.

"Dust wind, I admit that I have underestimated you a bit earlier, but you still can't stand on the face of absolute strength! The strong king of the fairy strike level is not something you can compete with!"

Ye Dadao wiped out the blood on the corner of his mouth, and Feng Chen wounded him. The face of Xianhuang and Qingyue Mountain were all lost by him. This breath was beyond his breath, and it was more uncomfortable than death.

"The big master, what is he going to do with him, isn't it just the boy in the late Jinxian period, I'll go to him in the head!" A monk near the middle of the peak of the fairy king in Ye Dawang's mouth dismissed.

"Okay, be careful! If you can catch this alive, Lao Tzu will go back and celebrate for you!" Ye Da's head knew that the first two moves were just trying each other out. As for the depth of Feng Chen, he had no way of knowing.

"The little one thanked the big head!" He heard Ye Da head say this, the monk frowned, and even if he was running mana, he extended a hand and grabbed Feng Feng.

"Oh!" Feng Chen didn't even look at it, raising the sword in his hand was a stroke forward.

The monk separated his head, and the blood of the corpse was like a fountain.

It's an understatement to kill another person, it seems that only killing can relieve the hatred at this moment.

Just when the monk's Yuanshen was about to get out of the body, Feng Chen reached out and grabbed it, and immediately turned it into a large hand to firmly hold the person's Yuanshen in his palm.

The right hand was then shaken, and the monk's primordial exploded directly.

"No !!!" Ye Da's head was flushed with red eyes. Although his monk was not his loved one, he also grew up watching him from a young age, just like his younger brother. , Not even the whole body left.

"Dust wind !!!" Ye Da's eyes were blood-stained, looking at Feng Chen, growling.

"I said, there is no pardon for those who block!" Feng Chen's momentum did not fall into the wind, and the answer was very flat but irresistible.

"Dust wind, Ye Xingming swears that he will kill you in this life, and endlessly with you dust wind!" Ye Da's head was so angry that he never wanted to kill someone like that.

"Also, I will chop you today!" Feng Chen pointed at Ye Da's head and said coldly.

"Get up!" Ye Da's head made a gesture with both hands, an idea, and a maggot about four or five meters high hovered in front of him.

He bit the tip of his tongue, spurting blood, and spilling it on the scab in front of him.

This tadpole is one of his destiny magic weapon. It is called Yanghun tadpole, and there are countless souls in the tadpole, thousands of them, whose power is no less than a middle-class fairy.

The soul raising soul was nourished by blood, and suddenly a layer of mist shrouded the tip of the soul.

Ye Da's head was a bit slumped, but as his mind arose, Yang soul trembled for a while.

"Go!" Ye Dazheng pointed at Feng Chen and yelled.

Suddenly, tens of thousands of souls emerged, swept away towards Fengchen.

"The sky is cracking!"

In the face of the tens of thousands of souls in front of him, in the view of Feng Chen, there was only a group attack.

Feng Chen gave a loud scream, the momentum of the whole person rose sharply, Xianyuan slammed, the inheritance sword in his hand was fiery, the overbearing sword meant to sweep the world, and the sword power swept across the barren continent.

"Cut me!"

Feng Chen held the sword in both hands, a sword was drawn, and a fierce sword arc flashed, which instantly transformed into tens of thousands of sword arcs covering the whole sky of Qingtingxuan. Where the sword arc passed, leaving layers of sword shadows like essence, space Ripples layer by layer, at this moment, the world seems to be divided into two halves, the power of a sword is absolutely overwhelming.

"Cut, cut, cut!" Xian Yuan fiercely rushed in Feng Chen's body, and a low drink came from his mouth.

In the sword arc, the sword destroying the sky and the earth suddenly erupted, chopped down to these souls like a storm.

After ten breaths, Feng Chen's complexion was a little pale, but the tens of thousands of souls were completely wiped out by Feng Chen.

"噗 ..." Ye Da's head spurted a blood spit once again. This soul-raising salamander was connected to his mind, and was nourished with fine blood all year round. At this moment, the soul-raising salamander was damaged, and his mind was also severely damaged.

At this moment, Feng Chen moved. While Ye Da was injured at home, he turned into a residual image, the speed was extremely fast, and the superposition of the dragon into the abyss and potential burst out again.

Ye Da's head was shocked. He never expected Feng Deng to take the initiative to take the initiative to attack.

His pupils shrank, but by the time he reacted, it was too late. I don't know when the sword in Feng Chen's hand had pierced his Dantian.

"You ..." Ye Da's head was spitting blood, and the boss with staring eyes seemed to be unbelievable. He would even die in the hands of a young junior of Jinxian.

If it is not for him to undermine the enemy, even if he loses, it will not be so fast. If it is not for him to undermine his enemy, it is not impossible for him to run away.

"Dust wind, even if it is dead, I will pull you to be buried together!" Ye Da's head came with a crazy laugh, and at this moment he was going to explode.

As he said, even death would not make Feng Chen feel better.

"Do you think you have this opportunity?" Feng Chen looked at Ye Dawang coldly, and the power of nine stars turned crazy. Next, Ye Dawang's expression freezes instantly because he finds the power in his **** Unable to converge, like a deflated balloon.

"Hmm ..." The sword was pulled out in the hands, Ye Da fell to the ground, and even Yuan Shen was not spared.

A generation of immortal masters ended.

After killing Ye Da's head, these men brought by Ye Da's head saw that they were beheaded and killed by the other party. For a time, they were stuck in place, and their eyes were dull.

Ye Da's head was a real imperial imperial powerhouse, and he was killed in this way. This result was unacceptable to them, but it was the case.

Feng Chen stretched out his hand, Qiao Jun could not help but flew towards Feng Chen uncontrollably.

Feng Chen squeezed Qiao Jun's neck, and said coldly, "Since your son will not come out, I will kill you! I will kill your son until he comes out! I want to let him know that all this should be done He rises! "

Qiao Jun was so ashamed at this moment that his face was much older again.

"Stop!" Suddenly, a clear and loud voice rang in the courtyard.