Feng Feiyun rubbed his forehead and said speechlessly: "Xuejian, the conscience of heaven and earth! Which eye did you see when I got into another woman's bed?"
"Obviously there is. I'm afraid you and those two delicate beauties were very happy just now, right?" Nalan Xuejian insisted, pout a small mouth, revealing two rows of braided shells, like a little hen, I want to peck at Feng Feiyun.
She just wanted to teach this slut a good lesson, but she was caught by this slut and hugged her in her arms, unable to move at all.
Feng Feiyun pressed her fragrant shoulders, gently touched the bloodstains on her body and the wound on her back, and made a tsk-tsk sound in her mouth. She was so young and so innocent, but she wanted to die for herself. It's really stupid to fight with others.
Nalan Xuejian stubbornly stubbornly persisted for a while, then stopped moving, and said with a whimper: "They all said that you jumped into the ancient yellow mud well and sank to the ground with the entire Cangsheng Temple, and you have died with no bones left. But I don't believe it, you big bastard loves to play dead, how could an ancient well bury you."
Feng Feiyun said: "Of course I can't die, even if I want to die, I have to get your approval."
"However, I wish you died earlier, so as not to look angry." Nalan Xuejian glared at Feng Feiyun, obviously still annoyed at him.
"Angry little monk, no, it's a little nun, haha!" Feng Feiyun teased.
Nalan Xuejian suddenly became anxious, beat Feng Feiyun's chest, and said, "You should have known that it is absolutely impossible for me to be a little nun, absolutely impossible... ah!"
She was so emotional that the wound on her back was torn open, and blood was flowing out.
Feng Feiyun quickly took out a drop of spiritual spring from his arms. Although this drop of spiritual spring was worth millions of gold, he did not hesitate to give it to her to help her heal.
The medicinal properties of Lingquan emanated from her body, wrapping her body like a cocoon of white mist.
"Big cow... Boss, are you really the son of a demon?" Wu Jiu walked out of the private room.
Feng Feiyun stared at him and said, "Yes, if you are afraid of being implicated, you can leave."
"Bah! Do you think I'm greedy for life and fear of death? You don't think of us as brothers." This time, Wang Meng finally smashed the table with a slap, and suddenly stood up.
"That's right, we haven't seen anything in the world. I slept with Zhentianhou's wife back then. What else is there to dare?" Liu himself touched the goatee on his chin, coughed twice and then left. come out.
"How about the three thousand sons and three thousand thieves of Huangfeng are advancing and retreating together." Luo Tuozi made a bold statement.
Although these four big thieves are all evil, they have committed many murders and arson, but they are extremely loyal. Even if Feng Feiyun is not tolerated by the entire Nantaifu immortal cultivator, they dare to fight against these immortals and their families. .
"This is my business, and it has nothing to do with you. Help me take care of Xuejian. My business has to be solved by myself. Even if I am killed, don't interfere, otherwise don't blame me. Treat you as brothers."
There are more than 100,000 large and small immortal gates in Nantai Mansion, and there are as many as ten top powers. People with strong cultivation bases are like crucian carp crossing the river. Who dares to offend the immortal cultivators in one mansion
Feng Feiyun didn't let them do it, because he didn't want them to get involved in this battle, so as not to lose their lives in vain.
"So you are Feng Feiyun!"
"boom!"
There was a loud noise above the sixth floor, the door of the private room was shattered by the sound wave, and the three geniuses showed their true colors. Qu, looks very calm and indifferent.
They are all the top experts of the younger generation of Nantai Mansion. The three of them gathered here to deal with Feng Feiyun, who only had the initial stage of God Foundation, and they were still confident.
"I just said that the rumors are unbelievable. How could he be able to compete with the predecessors of the giant level? It's just in the early stage of Shenji. It's easy for me to deal with him." He poured it into his mouth, making a sound of wine in his throat.
"The rumors in this world are not worthy of their name. Today I will defeat the demon son in front of everyone, take his head, and pay homage to the dead souls." Qin Zhan glanced at Feng Feiyun below, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly. Hook, showing a mocking smile.
Feng Feiyun jumped gently and flew to the eaves glazed tile on the sixth floor, standing at a height of dozens of meters, facing the night wind, smiled: "Since you are so powerful, then I really want to Have a good time with you."
Qin Zhan's power is obvious to all. Although everyone is amazed at Feng Feiyun's true identity, after all, he only has the cultivation base of the early God Foundation.
"The son of the demon is the female demon's lackey. Since he has already arrived at the Beacon Fire City, has the female demon also come to the Beacon Fire City?" As soon as these words came out, many people were so frightened that their hearts trembled, even those three Inverse genius and handsome are no exception.
Although everyone thinks that any of the three great geniuses can defeat Feng Feiyun, if the female devil comes to Fenghuo Liancheng, then everyone will die.
"call out!"
Qin Zhan's determination was firm, and he quickly calmed down the fear of the witch in his heart. He gently squeezed the sword art with his fingers, and the three-foot Qingfeng on his back flew out immediately.
Another flying swordsmanship.
Feng Feiyun stood against the wind, his black hair was messy in the cold wind. At the moment when Qin Zhan's three-foot green front came out of the sheath, he suddenly rushed out, and his body turned into an afterimage, as if flying on the top of a stunning building. of ghosts.
"Boom, bang, bang..."
The shadow of the flying sword made a crackling sound in the air, constantly fighting with the afterimage, sometimes appearing in the west, and sometimes flying to the east.
Sword qi is shuttled everywhere in the stunning building, and some firelights are very dazzling along with the sword qi.
Although Qin Zhan was still sitting calmly on the chair, his body was already tied tightly, and his five fingers quickly changed sword tactics, so that he could barely keep up with the changes in Feng Feiyun's movement technique.
How can one person be so fast
Qin Zhan felt that the speed of his pinching the sword art could not keep up with the speed of Feng Feiyun's body technique change. Drops of sweat were already overflowing on his forehead. Among the flying swords.
"All swords are united!"
One hundred and eight sword qi suddenly condensed and formed, piercing out like a rain of swords.
"Break it for me!"
Feng Feiyun stretched out a finger and drew a huge circle in the air. He punched the circle out with his palm. It was not the sword qi that was broken, but the six spiritual senses that controlled the sword qi.
"Boom!" One hundred and eight lines of sword energy were completely wiped out and turned into one hundred and eight lines of smoke.
At this time, Qin Zhan finally couldn't sit still, and suddenly stood up from the chair, but at this moment, a figure suddenly flew over, stood beside him, stretched out an arm, ruthlessly He clapped a palm and pressed it towards his shoulder.
It is Feng Feiyun!
Qin Zhan's eyelids shrank, his heart jumped, and without thinking about it, his feet smashed the plank, and his body sank. Before Feng Feiyun's palm pressed on his shoulder, his body sank.
Feng Feiyun's palm failed, and he hit the second palm. This palm directly blasted the power of five oxen, and the five unicorns attacked Qin Zhan's head from top to bottom.
One move after another, not giving him a chance to breathe at all.
"Snow bird soul!" Qin Zhan opened his mouth and spit out a white dazzling light, and the soul of a different bird rushed out, waving its sharp claws and shredding the five unicorns.
Snowbird is the soul of a five-hundred-year-old beast, and its combat power is incomparably terrifying, especially the sharp beak, which is almost invincible.
"Mao Turtle, I'll give it to you!"
Feng Feiyun took out a white turtle the size of a slap from his arms. The turtle's shell was like rusted steel, and its head was as big as an adult's fist, which was very disproportionate to its body, and even more disproportionate. It was his four legs, which were simply too long.
If it weren't for the turtle shell, I would have thought it was a white duck.
"It's a small matter, leave it to the old... husband..." Before Mao Wugui could finish his words, he was blown away by the spirit of the snow bird, and fell to the corner with his feet upside down. The tortoise shell swayed on the floor and turned over for a long time However.
A black line appeared on Feng Feiyun's forehead, and he shook his head. Suddenly, a ferocious sword qi flew up from below. The sword was cut out of a shadow, more than ten meters long, and the sword body had a door. So wide, the sky-high sword seems to be able to open the sky.
Such a terrifying sword energy can simply smash a cultivator at the peak of the god base.
"boom!"
Miaogui's wrench flew up from Feng Feiyun's hand, suspended in mid-air, condensed the surrounding aura, and turned into a huge handprint. Countless ancient pictures floated up and down on the handprint, a terrifying huge "ghost" character. , printed in the palm of the hand, falling from the sky, smashing the sword energy in the sky.
"Bang!"
The huge ghost handprint not only shattered the sword energy in the sky, but also knocked Qin Zhan back to the ground, his legs fell into the ground, and the quasi-spirit-level flying sword in his hand was shaken by a crack. , the body is surrounded by gravel.
He was beaten so badly by a monk in the early days of the God Foundation. If it wasn't at the last critical moment, a gap was opened and a way of life was cut out. It is said that he might not have died under the ghost handprint just now.
Feng Feiyun stood on the corridor on the fifth floor, stared at him condescendingly, and said, "Is this invincible in the same realm?"