The old man was staggering, and he was afraid that half of his feet had stepped into the grave, but he was dressed very coquettishly, with a bandit vibe on his body.
"Pfft!" Feng Feiyun almost sprayed out, this old guy is not the third master of Huang Fengling.
When Huang Fengling was a thief, he had long guessed that this immortal Hefeng family must have a great origin. Sure enough, the Feng family was in trouble, so he got out of the tree hole.
Feng Feiyun didn't know that this old man was his grandfather's grandfather, Feng Dugu, who was four generations higher than Feng Feiyun.
The third master was originally the top genius of the Feng family, and he was also the heir to the head of the family. However, in order to go to the God Capital Prison to save his friends, he took the initiative to leave the Feng family. One of the thieves.
But now the Feng family is at stake, Feng Dugu is the Feng family after all, and finally came back.
The third master held a cane and said tremblingly: "What is the seventh hall of Senluo Temple, can I eat it?"
"Old guy, I'll tell you if you can eat it." The skinny old man smashed the bronze battle ge out, like a bolt of blue, cutting through the sky.
The third master threw out the half-eaten pear, picked up the machete on his back, and slashed the old man in half with one knife, "Pfft", all the internal organs in the body flowed out, clucking, blood Lie down.
"Come on, it's not strong! Isn't the legendary Senluo Temple made of cowhide?" Feng Dugu grinned, revealing his mouth full of missing teeth.
Although he is already a lot of old bones, but the bandits are aggressive, really like a mountain king who robs, burns, kills and loots.
The half-step giant of the seventh hall, his face was ashen, "I don't know whether to live or die."
"boom!"
The half-step giant clasped his hands together, and an icy cold air overflowed. The temperature of the air dropped instantly, and snowflakes fell from the sky, freezing to the bone.
Inspired by the cold air on his body, the clouds in the sky slowly pushed away, and a giant ice-cold knife fell from the sky. The blade was like a huge mountain range.
"Boom!"
This is a half-step giant-level master shot, and just one move, has already pressed thousands of Feng family's children to lie on the ground, the power of the strong, pressed many people to vomit blood.
The third master held a machete and smashed the ice mountains above the sky with one knife. With a loud laugh, he kicked the ground with both feet, jumped up, and slashed towards the half-step giant.
With a sturdy knife, the half-step giant turned his head over.
"Hey, I'm here for the second time."
The third master hacked out the second sword in succession, and sent the half-step giant's life-changing spiritual tool flying out.
When the third knife fell.
puff!
The half-step giant was also split in half, with blood all over his body, and his corpse lay on the ground.
This scene made everyone dumbfounded. What is the origin of this old stick? He even killed a half-step giant with three knives. This is a half-step giant. If one loses one, even the seventh temple of Sen Luo will feel pain in the flesh. what!
An older monk from the Feng family suddenly exclaimed, "Is that the father?"
The third master was wearing red trousers and carrying his body on his back, with a coquettish posture, and said, "Today, I am here to kill, not to recognize relatives."
At the top of the central mountain, the ancestor of the Qin family laughed dryly and said, "The last giant of the Feng family has returned, Feng Dugu has been away from the Feng family for more than 180 years, and I didn't expect to come back at this time. die."
The Qin family and the Feng family are old enemies, and it is precisely because of this that only the ancestors of the Qin family can recognize Feng Dugu's true identity.
"Since it is the last giant of the Feng family, let me send him back to the west." A gloomy voice sounded, and when the last word fell, he had already flown out of the Feng family ancestral hall and descended directly to the mountainside.
In the Profound Star Blessed Land, in addition to the two deputy hall masters, there are also six giants in the seventh hall of Senluo Palace. At this moment, the most powerful of the six giants, Lu Kuang, is shooting.
Without any extra words, Lu Kuang directly attacked the third master. Both of them were giant-level figures. Every move was shocking, and the land collapsed.
The third master flew to the top of a cloud peak in the distance, and Lu Kuang followed closely behind, knocking down the entire cloud peak with one punch. The combat power was so powerful that the sky shook.
"Haha! The cultivation technique of the Feng family is really too low-level. The so-called "Great Wind Strength" is only a low-level technique. Even if you cultivate to the realm of a giant, your combat power is far from being comparable to that of the giants in our Senluo Temple."
Lu Kuang slammed his palm out, and the sound of dragons and tigers shook on the palm of his hand. Two more mountains were affected, and they collapsed and turned into flat ground.
The cultivation base of Zhan Kuang is indeed terrifying, and he is about to reach the ranks of super giants. The machete of the third master was shattered by his palm print, which made him more and more mad as he fought, and his combat power soared in a straight line.
"The Feng family must be exterminated today. The men will be sold as slaves, and the women will be sold as prostitutes. Those who dare to rebel will be killed without mercy." Another giant in the seventh hall of Senluo Temple was killed.
The seventh hall of the Senluo Temple wanted to make a quick decision, combining the power of the two giants to kill the third master.
Feng Feiyun also became anxious in his heart, and glanced at the first-generation patriarch beside him, why didn't this old guy take action
The eyes of the first-generation owner of the Feng family were staring at the sky in the south. Feng Feiyun followed his gaze and stared at him, only to see a huge white cat flying above the sky, and the white cat was still sitting on its back. With a thirteen or fourteen girl, who is not a little demon.
But what really surprised Feng Feiyun was the heroic man standing beside the little demon. He was wearing white armor and was never rusted. He wore a broken red cloak on his back, like a broken flag of a god.
On top of the white armor, a round shield is inlaid with a huge wind word printed on it.
Feng Chi stood tall and straight, like a green pine suspended in mid-air, his eyes were like two universes, and he stared at the mountains.
"Feng Chi!" Feng Feiyun couldn't help saying.
The little demon actually led Feng Chi from Banta Mountain to here. Looking at this little girl, he also cared about the survival of the family and led back the mythical characters of the Feng family.
Although Feng Chi has been dead for more than a thousand years, he is still incomparably powerful. In Banta Mountain, he used his own power to frighten the giants of Ziming Corpse Cave and Senluo Hall to dare not move.
Feng Feiyun still remembers that aura that one husband is in charge and ten thousand people are terrified.
There is a good show to watch now. The most powerful members of the Feng family have returned. The seventh hall of Senluo Palace does not pay a heavy price this time, and it is estimated that they will not be able to get out of Xuanxing Blessed Land.
The little demon sat on the cat's back, her beautiful eyes as bright as stars searched among the crowd, and finally found Feng Feiyun, her pink lips twitched slightly, and she didn't know what was going on in her heart. Bad idea.
And Feng Chi, who was standing beside her, was as motionless as a stone sculpture, his eyes were looking at this familiar mountain area, and there was a slight fluctuation in his expressionless eyes when he saw the collapse of the mountain peaks.
As soon as he raised his hand, he stretched out a finger stiffly, and the tip of his finger shot out a white light, which shot straight into the sky.
Above the sky, there was a scream.
A piece of blood flew down from the sky.
Lu Kuang's arm was chopped off by the bright light just now, and flew out of the clouds with a terrified face, sealing the blood of his arm, standing on the mountainside, looking at the clothes on the southern sky. A man in white armor.
The third master and another giant also stopped, and they didn't make any more shots, they were all shocked by the sudden change.
The bright light just now was like the aurora, and the three giants felt the terrifying power in it and could not resist it at all.
The little demon sat on his light back, with laughter like a wind chime, and said: "The monks in the seventh hall of Senluo Temple are listening to this young lady. The first master of our Feng family, Supreme Juqing, is back, you all get out of your way. Otherwise, everyone will be beaten!"
Everyone has a feeling of confusion. After all, Feng Chi has been dead for more than a thousand years, and it has been so long that no one knows him anymore.
On the top of the central mountain, the big figures of the various immortal sects were all slightly surprised. They were secretly guessing what the identity of this white armored man who suddenly came out was, but with a random finger, Lu Kuang could break an arm. .
Even the ancestor of the Qin family showed doubts this time. How could the Feng family have such a terrifying powerhouse? If there were such a strong man, the Feng family would have already become the first overlord of Nantai Mansion.
"Hmph, the supreme giants of the entire Shenjin Dynasty can be counted in a single slap, little girl, who are you scaring?" Although Lu Kuang broke his arm, he was still full of fighting spirit. He refused to accept it and thought the opponent was a sneak attack. Only succeeded, if he fought head-on, he would not necessarily lose.
The little demon clenched his fists, his pretty face puffed up like a little hen, and said, "I'm a good girl, I don't lie!"
Lu Kuang snorted coldly, and sacrificed a blood-colored stone mill, which was as high as a hundred meters. Between the two stone mills, a bronze shaft was attached. The stone mill turned, "humming", with a harsh sound.
This is a magic weapon!
Lu Kuang also knew that Feng Chi's strength was extremely powerful, so he didn't dare to slack off, and directly sacrificed his spiritual weapon, but Feng Chi's expression was still sluggish, motionless, and eternal.
Lu Kuang was furious, thinking that Feng Chi was despising him, he blasted Shimo with all his strength, and the surrounding sky was filled with lightning and thunder.
"Boom!"
Feng Chi stretched out a hand and squeezed it lightly, and the stone with a height of 100 feet shattered and fell to the ground, smashing seven or eight large pits.
He even crushed a spiritual weapon with his bare hands.
It was so terrifying, Lu Kuang was so frightened that he was dumbfounded.
"boom!"
A palm print fell from the sky, slapped him directly to the ground, and crushed him into blood mud.
Feng Chi withdrew his palm, and stood there still, like an immortal monument in the wind, standing still and forever.
Everyone was shocked, unable to calm down.