Qin Feng smiled.
I want to leave when I come, no way.
Whoosh!
The Zhantian spear turned into an afterimage, and with a puff, it penetrated the escapee's heart, nailing the person to the ground, dyed with red and yellow sand.
The only two of them looked at each other and wailed in despair.
"Qin Feng, you devil."
The two men launched a final charge.
"There must be something hateful for people who can play, if you get along in different places, will you let me go!"
Shaking his head contemptuously, Qin Feng slammed two punches, blasting the heads of the two directly like a watermelon, squinting his eyes and looking into the distance.
"It's just a Feng Wuhuang."
With a movement, Qin Feng disappeared in place, leaving blood on the ground and a messy battlefield.
Brahma mirror, entrance.
"Feng Wuhuang, you can't run."
At the last moment, Zhao Tiange and Bailan finally blocked Feng Wuhuang's path, and intercepted Feng Wuhuang at the entrance of Brahma Despair.
Looking at the door close at hand, Feng Wuhuang was bitter in his heart.
"Step aside."
"Don't force me to kill you."
He opened his mouth cold, and his long and narrow eyes slashed across the two men's necks like a blade, killing intent condensed and biting to the bone.
If it wasn't for time, the two ants would dare to stop in front of him, Feng Wuhuang had already done it, but it was a pity that Qin Feng was too strong, and Feng Wuhuang didn't know how long Gu Luo could hold on.
As for killing Qin Feng, don't make trouble.
There is no level of strength at all.
"Oh, I'm so scared."
Zhao Tiange shrank his head exaggeratedly, laughed loudly, and then his face became stern: "He is still posing as a holy child at this stage, who do you show it to?"
"This is Lingshan Wonderland, do you really think it is Lianhua Mountain! Idiot."
Zhao Tiange's merciless ridicule did not give Feng Wuhuang any face.
"well."
Without speculation, Feng Wuhuang squinted his eyes as he rushed to flee. The crimson lava surged in his eyes. With a flick of his hand, a fiery red whip came straight toward Zhao Tiange.
Pick up the persimmons and pinch them softly.
At the Menglan Bon Festival, Bailan ranked only after Feng Wuhuang, and Zhao Tiange was at the end of the twelve people, and even went to the Lingshan Wonderland by cleverness.
In Feng Wuhuang's heart, this whip can force Zhao Tiange back even if he doesn't kill Zhao Tiange, giving him a chance to escape from Brahma's desperate situation.
"Pick the persimmons softly!"
Humph!
Zhao Tiange snorted coldly and scolded: "I will let you know today what is meant by not seeing you in a day, like every three autumn."
"A few months have passed, do you really think I'm still the monk of the past!"
Zhao Tiange looked at him, flipped his hand and took out a long sword.
Chasing the wind sword.
Huh! Huh! Huh!
A few cold lights flashed, star-like dots on the long whip curled up like a snake, disintegrating Feng Wuhuang's first wave of offensive.
"Humph… "
Feng Wuhuang's expression changed.
"Damn..."
He cursed secretly.
This ghost place isolates Taoism and Buddhism, even Zhao Tiange, the ant, dare to be presumptuous in front of him.
If he can use the Dharma, Feng Wuhuang promises that he only needs one face-to-face meeting, and Zhao Tiange will definitely die.
"Unreasonable."
He snorted coldly, the whip changed again, and a gust of wind was rolled up and shot like a dragon.
"Tiange, you left and me right."
It was just a delay, Bailan had already reacted and joined the battle with the dragon fist with his left hand and the Excalibur with his right hand.
With an extra Bailan, Feng Wuhuang's pressure immediately doubled.
"That does not work… "
Feng Wuhuang rolled his eyes, suddenly took the whip and stood, flipped his hand to take out a box, kicked it away, and said gloomily, "One hundred thousand immortal stones. You two get out of the way, and the one hundred thousand immortal stones will be handed over to you immediately."
"One hundred thousand immortal stones?"
Looking at a box of crystal clear celestial stones on the ground, Zhao Tiange's eyes lit up, and he looked at Bailan playfully: "How about it, Bailan, 50,000 celestial stones per person is good."
"Okay."
Bailan responded with a smile.
Zhao Tiange immediately shouted forward: "Not enough, two hundred thousand immortal stones."
Feng Wuhuang was bitter in his heart, his narrow eyes swept across Feng Wuhuang and Bailan vaguely, then turned his hand out and took out a sandalwood box, kicked it away, and said, "200,000 immortal stones, get out of it."
These two hundred thousand celestial stones are almost the old bottom of Mingde Wheel King.
It has been stored in a hidden place. After Gu Luo took it out, it was handed over to Feng Wuhuang for preservation.
"When I am born, there will be a time when you two regret it."
Feng Wuhuang swears secretly.
"No, you kick the immortal stone over first, otherwise, how do we know if you will turn back and not give us the immortal stone."
Zhao Tiange said pretentiously.
Feng Wuhuang groaned for a while, and halfway said: "I will put the immortal stone here, you come and get it, I will go out by myself."
This is Feng Wuhuang's final bottom line.
"No, otherwise, you first pay a deposit and give us half of the 100,000 celestial stones."
Zhao Tiange's eyes lit up and proposed again.
"okay!"
Before the word "good" was half-uttered, a rapid blast of air came from far and near.
Feng Wuhuang's face changed sharply, from white to red, and from red to white, and then roared with a green face: "Monk...you are delaying time."
"so what."
Zhao Tiange sneered and shook the wind chasing sword in his hand, and said mockingly: "You can only be blamed for being stupid."
Feng Wuhuang was so angry that he almost vomited blood.
With his IQ, this kind of thing can be insighted every minute.
Guai could only blame Qin Feng for putting too much pressure on him, so that he was a little panicked and lost his former wisdom.
"Kiss."
These two words emerged from between the teeth through gritted teeth.
suddenly.
boom!
Feng Wuhuang fell on his knees.
"Master, I was wrong, forgive me!"
He slammed his head heavily on the ground, one after another, endlessly, with strong voices, and his crying voice was exhausted.
"So cruel, kneel when you say you kneel."
"What a cruel man."
Zhao Tiange and Bailan looked at each other, and they felt right in their hearts.
No wonder Qin Feng must kill Feng Wuhuang.
"forgive you?"
With a strong wind falling to the ground, Qin Feng flicked the hem of Yue's white robe, his eyes fell on Feng Wuhuang, the corners of his mouth curled up, and his face mockingly said, "Why, give me a reason."
"Master, the disciple is just confused for a while..."
As he spoke, Feng Wuhuang's lowered head flashed coldly, and a dagger shimmering with icy green light slipped from his sleeves, and lightning pierced forward.
"Qin Feng, you die for me."
Feng Wuhuang roared bitterly.
Everything is for this thorn.
The dagger was smeared with the poison specially made by the lord of Xianshiju, seeing the blood seal the throat, destroying the soul, and with a single knife, the soul flew away.
"Huh, dogs can't change eating shit."
Qin Feng snorted coldly, as if he had already known Feng Wuhuang's plan, he put his hands together, clamped the dagger stabbed by Feng Wuhuang, and pushed back with his backhand.