"Feng Wushang, what you should care about now is whether you can survive from my hands?"

Feng Qingyun stared at Feng Wushang faintly, and said.

"you……"

"You want to kill me?! You..."

Feng Wushang's pupils dilated instantly and asked, "How dare you?"

"Why don't you dare?"

Feng Qingyun asked, "You father and son want to deprive me of my sacred talents. They don't care about my feelings. With me as a vessel, why don't I dare to kill you?"

"What else can't I dare?"

"you……"

"Qingyun, I was wrong!"

"Those are all my father asked me, and I was forced myself!"

Feng Wushang said with a sad face.

"That's a sacred talent, would you not be tempted?"

Feng Qingyun smiled and asked, "If you get the sacred talent, you will no longer practice at the same speed as before, slow tortoise crawling!"

"In the future, you won't have to be overwhelmed by other geniuses like you are now, and you will be called the second of ten thousand years."

"The woman you like will not lie on my bed!"

"you……"

Being mentioned this sad thing, Feng Wushang instantly exploded!

Three years ago, the girl he liked fell in love with Feng Qingyun, even if he was the eldest son of the Feng family, even if he was the heir of the Feng family!

Finally, the girl married Feng Qingyun!

But he can only secretly resent, gritted his teeth!

Just a few hours ago, if he hadn't considered that he would need to receive the holy product talent from Feng Qingyun next, he would need to ensure sufficient physical strength and state, I'm afraid...

Feng Qingyun's wife has been pressed under her body!

"Whoo!"

Feng Wushang immediately rushed towards Feng Qingyun.

"You're a kind of man."

Upon seeing this, Feng Qingyun nodded and said, "Don't worry, I won't ask the King of Sacred Artifacts to do it, because..."

"I will take off your head myself!"

"Whoo!"

Feng Qingyun's figure flashed, and he rushed forward!

At this moment, he was like a leopard. He was very quiet just now, but at this moment, he was like hunting. His legs were instantly stretched, his waist and hips were strong, and his back was stretched straight, leaving deep and visible footprints on the ground immediately!

The whole person is like a cannonball, and the speed soars to the peak in an instant!

The eyes are piercing and energetic, capable of keenly capturing any movement of Feng Wushang, slowing it down, and decomposing it!

In order to seek flaws!

"The crane speaks of lightness and a clear angle of offense and defense, the snake owner is entangled, and the air is deep and continuous, while the monkey has sharp hands and eyes, quick and sensitive, and the dragon expresses the spirit and transforms rigidity."

Chen Fan frowned.

Feng Qingyun didn't urge his spiritual power at all, but at this moment, he directly urged Leopard Fist, Crane Fist, Monkey Fist, Snake Fist and Dragon Fist!

Five types of Xingyiquan!

The key is……

He actually comprehended all the essence of the five-shaped boxing, and in a random movement, he could feel the artistic conception of the five-shaped boxing!

"This change made him not only completely master the snake-shaped fist, but more importantly..."

Chen Fan said: "He directly integrated the five forms of fist!"

"The power is growing exponentially!"

This is a realm!

"tread!"

In the next instant, Feng Qingyun and Feng Wushang suddenly made a mistake.

then……

"Crack!"

A cracked bone sounded.

Feng Qingyun's fist hit Feng Wushang's apple.

"Boom!"

Immediately, Feng Wushang's body was carried by Feng Qingyun's fist, and slammed into the dungeon wall not far behind him!

Because Feng Qingyun's punch is too terrifying!

Therefore, Feng Wushang's body is completely embedded on the wall!

The dust is flying, the walls are cracking!

When everything is calm, Feng Wushang is like being born in the wall, without any sense of disobedience!

It's just that the neck is completely flattened into fleshy skin!

The blood and meat were torn apart and spilled all over the wall!

And his hands and feet are also drooping out, it looks like...

Very scary!

"Bubbling..."

Blood gurgled out from the wound on her neck.

What's even more bizarre is that Feng Wushang didn't even die!

He stared at two eyeballs that were about to protrude, staring at Feng Qingyun, trying his best to open his mouth, wanting to speak!

unfortunately……

His entire neck is gone, where can he talk?

silent!

Speechless!

"Whoo!"

At this moment, a figure shot suddenly!

It is the wind shaking thunder!

"Feng Qingyun, you... why did you come out?!!!"

When he saw Feng Qingyun, Feng Zhenlei's pupils shrank and asked incredulously.

"The wind shakes thunder, guess..."

Feng Qingyun answered the question, staring at Feng Zhenlei with a smile, and asked: "Can your son's blood drain before he dies?"

"Guess, before he died, would he fall off the wall?"

"Guess again, did you die faster or he died faster?"

"you……"

Hearing this, Feng Zhenlei's pupils shrank, and after seeing his son Feng Wushang on the wall, his complexion changed drastically, and his whole body trembled!

"Wu Shang...you...you..."

His face became more and more ugly, and the anger in his heart burst out instantly, covering the entire dungeon!

"Are you going to die?"

He stared at Feng Qingyun coldly, the killing intent in his heart was like the essence, locking Feng Qingyun instantly!

"Ah……"

Upon hearing this, Feng Qingyun let out a laugh, and said, "You must be especially trying to kill me now, right?"

"But you don't know what means I have, so you are particularly hesitant and entangled!"

"Feng Zhen Lei, you are really ridiculous."

"Your eldest son, the most gifted son, was beaten to death by me. He was so tortured. You still have the mind to think about it?"

As he said, he shook his head.

"you……"

Feng Qingyun is right, this is indeed Feng Zhenlei's current psychological state.

Just after being told to face, with his old face, he couldn't help but feel ashamed in his heart!

Especially when I felt the gaze from my son Feng Wushang, I felt even more uncomfortable!

"you……"

What else did Feng Zhenlei want to say, Feng Qingyun directly waved his hand, and said impatiently: "Feng Zhenlei, do you really want to give a white-haired person to a black-haired one?"

"Want to die a while later than your son?"

Feng Zhenlei: "You..."

"What are you!"

Feng Qingyun said again: "Can you still fight?"

"Go to hell!"

Feng Zhenlei couldn't bear it anymore, he rushed out and rushed over!

It can be seen that he has a deep understanding of the leopard boxing, and it can be seen that his strength is very strong, but it is a pity...

"Buzz!"

In front of Xiaoqing, he is as weak as a child!

"The King of Sacred Artifacts!"

The moment Feng Zhenlei saw Xiaoqing, his expression suddenly changed!

then……

"Puff!"

He knelt before Feng Qingyun without hesitation, begging for mercy: "Qingyun, don't kill father!"

"Father was wrong!"