The night was like frost, the cold wind blew the cloak, and the air was filled with the smell of bitterness in the mountains.
"It's you!" Wanxiang Cen's beautiful eyes flashed with strange colors, staring at this young man who walked out of the darkness, the slender jade hand behind his back, the palm overflowed with a cloud of light rain, turned into pink aura petals, as sharp as a knife blade , with flames.
There is a fragrant fragrance in her jade skin, standing on the mountain, like a crystal clear spiritual flower.
The natural fragrance has attracted a large number of spirit butterflies.
Feng Feiyun walked over slowly and said, "Are you surprised that I'm not dead yet?"
Wanxiang's willows swayed at her waist, and the ribbons on her shoulders were inspired by a purple aura, and floated up like the wings of colorful butterflies. The hair on her head brushed over her cheeks. Said: "I'm just surprised, when your life is short, you shouldn't be looking for your number one beauty in the world, why did you come here?"
Swish, swish, swish, swish!
Four slender and slender figures flew through the dark night, and four tall women in black robes with slender legs flew down. All of them are well-cultivated, with crystal light flowing on their white skin, a black lotus floating on the top of their heads, and each hair is full of spiritual energy. If you pull out a hair, it can be regarded as the sharpest arms.
Twelve black smoke and dust rolled in, and twelve old men who had lived for hundreds of years came. They were all in the realm of destiny. They were standing behind Wan Xiangcen, and the black light was surging behind them, like A demon with a black cloud on his back.
The four female guardians and the guardians of His Highness Twelfth Road came at the same time, and Wan Xiangcen's confidence suddenly increased.
Originally, her cultivation was above Feng Feiyun, but now she was even more fearless. She stepped on a rain of flowers on her feet, her body floated up, and she sat on a blooming seventh-grade lotus platform in the air.
"The son of a demon who is caught alive, whoever can take the blood of the demon in his body will be rewarded by the master of the palace." Wan Xiangcen sat on the seventh-grade lotus platform, her exquisite face bathed in the cold moon, adding a few more Noble.
"Since he's here to die, I'll give him a ride."
An old man made a seal with both hands, and a green glow appeared between his hands. A three-foot-long cyan ancient sword flew out from the green glow, holding a long tail, and killed Feng Feiyun.
Feng Feiyun slowly stretched out a finger, and a yellow light appeared on the finger, condensing the earthy atmosphere of half a mountain range, and shattering the ancient blue sword with one finger.
The foot stepped on the reincarnation at a rapid speed, and the body suddenly disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already standing behind the old man, and pointed out a finger lightly.
Fingers fly out.
He pierced the protective body covering on the surface of the old man's skin, pierced the back of his head, and crushed all the spiritual consciousness in his head.
"Bang!"
The old body immediately fell straight to the ground, and a trace of blood flowed out of his dry eyes.
An old man who had lived for more than 300 years died in Feng Feiyun's hands like this.
"The monks in the seventh hall of Senluo Hall are nothing but trash."
Feng Feiyun turned his head and stared at Wan Xiangcen in mid-air. His body immediately turned into a white smoke and took off, and the smoke swept towards Wan Xiangcen.
"Bold, dare to disrespect our Highness."
The four women wearing black and gold cloaks flew up at the same time, tall and agile, and sacrificed the black lotus above their heads, bursting out four powerful waves of magnificent power, like four rounds of black sun.
These four female guardians are all extremely talented monks. They have experienced life and death trials, crossed the forbidden area for murder, and can survive in the magic mountain infested by alien beasts. There are countless monks who died in their hands.
The black lotus on top of their heads is a kind of esoteric evil technique, even if it is not the twelve great evil arts, it is almost the same.
Especially when the four of them joined forces, their combat power was even more extraordinary. They once severely injured an older cultivator with the second highest destiny.
Feng Feiyun's body is like a ghost, traveling among the four black lotuses, going in and out of no one's land, the four female guardians can't stop him at all.
"boom!"
"boom!"
Two fists slammed up from below, with golden light, and the fists were as big as a fight. This was the fist technique of the two golden-faced old men, and the needs of dragons and tigers were condensed on the fists.
These two old men majored in strength, and they have been able to play the power of a tiger, and their blood energy can destroy rivers and seas.
Feng Feiyun stretched out his hand directly, and a huge palm print was photographed, with five colors condensed on it, black, blue, yellow, white, and red, like five spiritual clouds filling the palm of his hand.
The huge palm pressed down, directly smashing the golden fist shadow, and the two old men were even torn apart by the palm print, and they were completely unable to fight back.
Three seniors at the Destiny level had already died in Feng Feiyun's hands, and they couldn't walk a single round in front of him.
"Fortunately, Feng Feiyun has been caught in the rotten blood of the King of Hell, otherwise no one in the world can compete with him." Wan Xiangcen watched Feng Feiyun approaching step by step, and the four female guardians and the twelve guardians of His Royal Highnesses could not block him either. pace of.
This is a god of killing. Even if he has been hit by the rotten blood of the King of Hell, he is still sharp and energetic. There are very few people in the younger generation who can block him.
Wan Xiangcen has reached the third level of the destiny, and is extremely talented. He is the Highness of the first hall, and he can inherit the position of the hall master in the future.
With her cultivation base, she is not afraid of Feng Feiyun at all. Even if Feng Feiyun is not in the rotten blood of the King of Hell, it is absolutely impossible to defeat her in the first realm of destiny.
To be able to become the highness of the first hall, that is a person who is arrogant, and no one is easy to mess with.
"Bang!"
Feng Feiyun knocked out the second-grade aura lightning fire ball, triggering the thunder tribulation in all directions, and a sea of thunder condensed on the top of Wan Xiangcen's head and landed.
Wanxiang Cen sat cross-legged quietly, suspended on the seventh-grade lotus platform, the blue gauze sleeve waved upward, and a blue cloud rushed up, directly breaking the Lei Hai, and stretched out a slender hand, trying to capture the Thunder Fire Orb .
"It's a pity that a second-grade spiritual tool is in the hands of a dying person, let me keep it for you!" Wanxiang Cen's eyes were full of smoke, and her long eyelashes were blinking, looking a little playful.
This is a second-grade spiritual tool, and its value is extraordinary. Even a giant-level powerhouse will be tempted by it.
"That depends on whether you have that ability." Feng Feiyun's voice sounded in the cold wind.
A whirlwind flew by Wan Xiangcen's side, and a huge palm print came out of the whirlwind, followed by Feng Feiyun's figure flying out of the whirlwind.
What a great speed.
Wan Xiangcen was slightly startled, Feng Feiyun's speed was too terrifying, it was comparable to a half-step giant, and no one under the half-step giant could compare the speed with him.
This palm struck and killed like lightning.
Although Wan Xiangcen was not confused, she stretched out a white arm, five fingers as slender as a white snake, and a piece of jade-colored crystal petals flew out from her palm, tearing Feng Feiyun's palm to pieces.
"call out!"
The seventh-grade lotus platform she sat on turned into a stream of light and flew out. Although Feng Feiyun's cultivation was not as good as hers, the speed was terrifyingly fast, which made her feel a hint of danger.
She doesn't want to take risks. After all, women who fall into Feng Feiyun's hands will not end well. She doesn't want to accidentally fall into Feng Feiyun's hands.
How could Feng Feiyun let her get her wish? He only showed up to capture Wan Xiangcen, and naturally it was impossible for her to escape.
Wan Xiangcen is the illegitimate daughter of the cave owner of an ancient corpse cave in Beijiang Prefecture. She has an extraordinary identity. Even the elders of the Seventh Hall must be jealous of her by three points.
As long as she is captured, then you will have the bargaining chip to negotiate with the evil monks in the seventh hall. Even if Jiujiuguapao is taken away by the evil monks in the seventh hall, Feng Feiyun can take Wanxiangcen as a hostage and take Wanxiangcen as a hostage. The Jiu Jiu robe was exchanged.
This is a dangerous move. After all, Wan Xiangcen's cultivation is more than five times higher than his, not to mention that there are four female guardians whose cultivation is no lower than Feng Feiyun and twelve old men of the destiny realm.
If you want to capture her, you must cooperate with the right time and place, and you must take her down in the shortest time. Otherwise, if the giant in the seventh hall is disturbed, then all the arrangements will fall short.
Although the probability of success is very low, and if he fails, he may die without a whole corpse, but Feng Feiyun is not afraid at all, and feels that it is worth the risk.
"Shh!"
Feng Feiyun stepped on Samsara with her feet, and her body was like a whirlwind, chasing directly towards Wan Xiangcen. If she was allowed to fly back to the camp in the seventh hall, then there would be no chance.
"Feng Feiyun, your courage is too big, just because you want to fight with His Highness?"
"Let's get past our hurdle first."
"Boom!"
The four female guardians stretched out their slender jade arms at the same time, and a bloodstain appeared on their wrists, overflowing with a blood mist, and rushed into the four black lotuses.
The four black lotuses spun each other and collided together, forming a huge magic flower, bursting out with devastating power, spinning out like a turbine.
Grinding flowers attracted the cold wind to turn into a dragon, and the tearing power swept the sky, making people's body and mind tremble.
These four female guardians are all extraordinary characters, each of which is amazing and brilliant, belongs to the level of genius against genius, and their combat power is not much weaker than Feng Feiyun.
They made a joint move, and that majestic momentum made the nine still-living old men retreat, for fear of being hurt by the power of the magic flower.
Feng Feiyun also stopped and mobilized the "Ascension Platform" in his dantian.
The black altar, only thirty-three feet high, was like a holy stele carrying the spiritual energy of the Purple Mansion pressed down from the sky.
"boom!"
The souls of 18 supreme heroes were condensed on the Ascension Platform. How terrifying the power was. With one blow, thunder rolled down from the sky, and the black magic flower was directly sent flying out.
With the help of this recoil force, Feng Feiyun stepped on the feathering platform and flew directly above Wan Xiangcen, pressing down from the sky.
"boom!"
Wan Xiangcen's immortal face had a bit of a smile, and the seventh-grade lotus platform under him had already flown to the top of a big river, stopped, and stood proudly on the top of the azure lotus platform with a proud chest. Above, like a fairy swimming in the blue sea, out of the dust and elegant, she slowly stretched out a jade lotus-like arm.