It was the first time for Bian Changkong to feel such terrible coercion. He hadn't felt that kind of palpitation for a long time. It was an emotion buried deep in his heart.
Although the puppet iron lump in front of him didn't have the infuriating energy that made him feel irresistible, but the feeling of solidity and invincibility was very strong. This puppet did not make him feel the crushing feeling of true energy, but in terms of momentum, he was not as good as this mere iron bump.
The machete cut down sharply, and the zhenqi on his spear seemed to be like ice and snow meeting scorching flames, and it turned out to be melting ice and snow, which did not bring much shock to the puppet.
Bian Changkong's whole body was extremely cold, and the whole person who was frightened by this knife seemed to fall into an ice cave.
The true qi in his body is somewhat difficult to operate, which is simply unbelievable. He is an eighth-rank god of war, even among the top three wild gods, and he is actually afraid.
The spear was blown away, and Bian Changkong's tiger's mouth was in severe pain. He was stunned, feeling the terrible wind whistling past.
Pooh!
The sound of a blade piercing the flesh was extremely crisp, and the goosebumps all over the body swelled up for no reason, covering the whole body.
The purple-eyed puppet in front of him was astonishingly fast, like a gust of wind, whistling past him with a machete in his hand.
Then a terrifying scream came from behind him.
Bian Changkong felt a tightness in his chest, his body trembled slightly, and he couldn't help breathing heavily.
The alley suddenly became very quiet at this moment.
A heavy object like a ball fell to the ground and made a "pop" sound... Everyone's minds trembled, and then they looked behind Bian Changkong with fear in their eyes, their bodies trembling like sifting chaff.
The screams came and went quickly, as if someone had suddenly pinched their throats and stopped abruptly.
Bian Changkong turned his head slowly, his old eyes shrank suddenly, and a chill surged all over his body.
Xiaobai twisted his neck mechanically, the purple brilliance flickered for a while, and then transformed into red. The fierce killing intent, as if trying to target the surrounding world, also changed with the brilliance in the eyes, and dissipate.
The pressure in everyone's hearts suddenly decreased, and many people began to breathe violently.
In front of Xiao Bai, there was a huge figure kneeling. The muscles on that huge body were densely covered like horned dragons, but the head of that body was cut off directly.
The blood was still gushing out, and the strong smell of blood spread in the alley.
The machete in Xiaobai's hand changed directly, and then reverted to a fan-like mechanical palm. It turned its head, and the red light locked on the frightened and stupid Bian Changkong.
Eighth... eighth rank god of war... was beheaded just like that
In a corner of Qingfeng Imperial Capital, an eighth-rank God of War...has fallen? !
Bian Changkong's old face shook suddenly, and his stooped back became even more stooped.
Suddenly, he felt a chill all over, raised his head, and met the red light in the eyes of the iron puppet.
There was no killing intent that made his heart palpitate, but... it gave him a bad premonition.
"Troubleshooters... strip off their clothes to show the public."
The red light in Xiaobai's eyes flickered for a while, he scanned Bian Changkong's body, and then said mechanically.
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"Boss Bu, I really need the five grain enlightenment fruit, I wonder if I can bear the pain and give up?"
Mu Lingfeng stared at Bu Fang with gleaming eyes, his aura actually rose at this moment, and the pressure of the cultivation base of the seventh-rank War Saint gradually permeated, and he moved towards Bu Fang to oppress him.
In the eyes of the seventh-rank war sage, there is no difference between the fifth-rank war king and the ants. The seventh-rank war sage only needs to release the pressure of true energy, and the fifth-rank war king will kneel on the ground like a dead dog. This is strength on the gap.
Although Mu Lingfeng thought it was bad to do this, he suddenly wanted to see what kind of scene the cold boss Bu would be lying on the ground like a dog.
Thinking about that picture, I feel very interesting and very excited!
The guardian force of the small shop is being entangled by the eighth-rank God of War outside at this moment. Although the result is unknown, since it is the eighth-rank God of War, there should be no suspense, let alone the eighth-rank God of War outside... there is more than one .
"Are you threatening me?"
Bu Fang withdrew his mind from the system task, and saw Mu Lingfeng, who was filled with true energy, approaching him step by step.
At this moment, there is a kind of malicious intention on Mu Ling's elegant face, and the eyes... are quite weird.
Get down... Could it be that my coercion is not released enough
Mu Lingfeng took a step forward, looked at Bu Fang's suspicious eyes, and was startled, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart.
Taking another step, Mu Lingfeng's coercion increased by one more point. Even an ordinary sixth-rank war emperor would not be able to bear such coercion, let alone a war king.
Bu Fang blinked his eyes, looked at Mu Lingfeng who was blushing and slowly approaching him, his pupils rolled suddenly, this girl...is he stupid
Why doesn't he get down? Why is he still calm under my coercion? ! impossible!
Mu Lingfeng's eyes shrank, and finally he was sure that his coercion could not make Bu Fang succumb, and there was a hint of cruelty in his eyes.
Now that you have chosen to attack the boss... don't be timid.
boom! !
Mu Lingfeng is no longer exerting coercion, he raises his hand, his true energy agitates, and he grabs it with his claws facing each other.
"Boss Bu, I've offended you! Wu Wen's enlightenment is related to my chance, I can't give up!" Mu Lingfeng said coldly.
Ouyang Xiaoyi in the distance has long been under the terrifying coercion of the animal husbandry wind, backed away in awe, cowering in the corner of the tree of enlightenment, protected by the tree of enlightenment, the influence of the coercion of the animal husbandry on her is reduced to the minimum.
Ouyang Xiaoyi's face was pale, and she looked at Bu Fang worriedly, Boss...will he die
This guy in front of him... turned his face and turned his back on him all of a sudden, it's simply too hateful!
Bu Fang is not afraid of any coercion at all, so he is not affected by the coercion of this pastoral style.
But seeing Mu Lingfeng attack him, his brows also frowned.
Although his current cultivation base has improved a lot, but if he wants to deal with the seventh-rank war saint... that's still a lot worse.
Xiaobai is being involved outside at the moment... As for that lazy dog, huh? Lazy dog? !
Bu Fang rolled his eyes, and saw a big black dog walking gracefully towards his position.
Mu Lingfeng's eyes are full of pleasure, as long as he grabs Boss Bu, as the owner of the small shop, the five-line enlightenment fruit will definitely belong to him. It's over!
The eighth-rank realm is a huge hurdle, and it is the realm he dreams of reaching. As long as he becomes the eighth-rank god of war, he will stand out among the competitors of the wild three temples and become the future successor of the temple!
Hahaha!
Immediately... Immediately these will all come true!
At this moment, Mu Lingfeng really wanted to laugh out loud.
However, the next moment, in his line of sight, a black dog with catwalks broke in and blocked him. The dog raised its head, opened its mouth slightly, and yawned.
"What's up with a dog on a catwalk? A dog trying to stop me?"
Mu Lingfeng sneered.
With one paw non-stop, with terrifying fluctuations of true energy, he wanted to penetrate the dog as well.
However, just a few steps away from the dog, the jade talisman on his chest suddenly became hot, and the burning sensation made him instantly feel a strong crisis running through his whole body.
The jade talisman burst into light, and a fiery red figure rushed out of the jade talisman and appeared above the small shop.
The huge body of the fire lion occupied most of the space in the shop in an instant, making the small shop a bit crowded.
Xiao Hei looked at the fire lion floating above his head, curled his dog's mouth, and snorted disdainfully, raised his exquisite dog's paws, facing the ferocious fire lion that was rushing towards it with a tyrannical emotion shoot away.
The fire lion is a seventh-order spirit beast, extremely tyrannical, and very powerful in combat. It suddenly appeared like this, and then jumped down, and the terrifying wind it brought was shocking.
Even Bu Fang was slightly taken aback and was taken aback.
"Xiao Huo?" Mu Lingfeng took a step back, not knowing why the fire lion who had stayed well in the beast-controlling amulet suddenly appeared.
However... the next moment, he was stunned again.
A violent lion's roar resounded through the air, but there was infinite terror and mourning in that lion's roar.
boom! ! !
With a bang, under Mu Lingfeng's terrified eyes, the fire lion shattered, turning into pieces of meat that splattered all over the sky.
Crash.
Hot blood poured over Mu Lingfeng's whole body, but his heart was extremely cold at this moment.
Minced meat and blood fell around the small shop, but turned into fly ash at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then disappeared.
A seventh-level fire lion, but under the paw of an extremely coquettish black dog walking on catwalks... no bones left.
This small shop... actually has a hole card. It turns out that the rumor that there is a Supreme Beast in the small shop... is true!
Xiao Hei put down his dog's paws, and the dog's eyes looked indifferently at Mu Lingfeng, who couldn't even stand upright, and sat on the ground directly, shaking with fright, Mu Lingfeng, the dog's nose wrinkled slightly.
Bu Fang twitched the corner of his mouth, touched Xiao Hei's soft and unstained hair, then turned and walked towards Wu Wen Wu Dao Fruit.
He didn't even look at Mu Lingfeng who was frightened by Xiao Hei's paw.
Bu Fang's indifference made Mu Lingfeng feel desperate, because it meant that Bu Fang would not care about his life and death, and what he was about to face was... a terrible supreme dog!
It's just too hopeless, but all this is pastoral style.
The little black dog grinned, and its white teeth emerged. It glanced at Bu Fang's back, snorted, and raised its paw again.
The target this time is the almost terrified pastoral wind.