Chapter 1116

A cold murderous aura locked Feng Wuchen.

"You can try." Aware of this cold murderous aura, Feng Wuchen was not afraid at all.

Although Feng Wuchen had just broken through the early days of Tianwang, he had never been afraid.

"Your arrogance ends here!" A gloomy voice came, this person is really not afraid to do it in Tianying Pavilion.

There has never been a rule in Tianying Pavilion that killers cannot be killed, and it is not the first time that killers have shot each other.

"Really? My arrogance was just imposed on me by you. The real arrogant person is you. Who am I with, does it have anything to do with you?" Feng Wuchen said coldly.

Feng Wuchen has never offended this person, and he is with Mingyue because he promised Mingyue to help him complete the task.

Besides, who Feng Wuchen is with is his freedom, and it is not his turn to control others.

"It seems that you still don't understand the world of the strong!" A dark voice came, and a shadow appeared.

The person who came was a middle-aged man named Hetu, with long black hair and a shawl, fair complexion, and he never dressed like a killer, but instead looked like a nobleman, giving him a strange feeling.

Feng Wuchen stared at Hetu fearlessly, and Sen said coldly, "Are you strong?"

The person who came is just a silver medal killer of Tianying Pavilion. In the realm of the late King of Heaven, Feng Wuchen is really not afraid of it.

If you really want to work hard, no one will die.

"You are courting death!" Feng Wuchen's contempt angered Hetu again.

A powerful and strange force erupted, and Hetu rushed towards Feng Wuchen without hesitation, with an extremely violent aura.

"Hetu this guy!" In another palace, Chaiyue was about to stop him.

"Ziyue, don't you want to see Fengying's true strength?" At this moment, a voice came from Yueyue's ear.

"Lord Tianjun." Chaiyue immediately saluted respectfully.

"Tianying Pavilion has regulations, and killers have their own decisions. Regardless of the consequences, since Hetu has decided to take action, why should you stop it?" Tianjun said lightly.

"But..." Chaiyue wanted to say something, but he swallowed it again.

Tianjun smiled lightly: "I guess Fengying may not lose."

"Maybe you won't lose?" Chaiyue looked at Tianjun in astonishment.

"Don't worry." Tianjun smiled lightly.

Lord Tianjun is the Tianjun strongman Qingliu who is responsible for guarding the Tianying Pavilion. This person's cultivation base has reached the middle stage of Tianjun, and his strength is very terrifying.

The reason why he can take charge of the Tianying Pavilion is because he is relatively young, smart, and deeply liked by the Shadow Soul, and at the same time, he is also a great genius.

War is imminent.

Feng Wuchen stimulated the power of chaos and the power of the third stage of the Supreme Body at the same time, the dazzling golden light burst, the breath skyrocketed wildly, and the extremely domineering power erupted like a volcanic eruption.

The breath of Feng Wuchen is now approaching the realm of the mid-day king.

Before the artifact and the divine power of heaven were sacrificed, it was difficult for Feng Wuchen's power to surpass the mid-term heavenly king.

Of course, it's incredible to see such an improvement.

"In the early days of the King of Heaven? I didn't expect you to break through!" Hetu said in surprise.

"It's actually in the early days of Tianwang! He just broke through the late Tianxuan stage, how could he break through the early days of Tianwang so quickly?" Chaiyue's heart was shocked, and his eyes instantly enlarged to the extreme.

Feng Wuchen's terrifying cultivation speed was completely beyond Chasing Moon's imagination.

"Sure enough, it's not easy. In less than two months, I jumped two levels in a row, reaching the early days of the king, and the combat power is close to the middle stage of the king. Such a terrifying training speed is really unbelievable." Qingliu was also very heartbroken. Surprised, even the genius and powerhouse he was sighed.

If they knew that Feng Wuchen had broken through the early days of the Heavenly King in just three days, they would probably be scared out of their noses.

"call out!"

"boom!"

Hetu came in an instant, and a fierce punch slammed into Feng Wuchen, Feng Wuchen put his hands in front of him to resist, with a bang, the violent and terrifying power shook Feifeng Wuchen without any suspense.

"The power of the late King of Heaven is so powerful that even if I sacrifice the divine weapon and activate the divine power of the Heavenly Dao, I can't match it." Feng Wuchen frowned and secretly said, with the help of the power that flew out, Feng Wuchen came to the surface of the Sun Moon Lake.

"Such an ordinary punch contains terrifying power." Feng Wuchen secretly said, even with a super strong body, he felt a bone-piercing pain spreading from his hands to his body at this moment.

"Feng Ying, that's all you can do?" Hetu said disdainfully, and he shot fiercely again.

Feng Wuchen said stubbornly: "It's not necessarily that you have much ability, the power of the late king of heaven, I have not seen that you can hurt me."

"Really?" He Tu grinned, his eyes narrowed slightly, with a flicker of murderous aura.

Hetu's speed skyrocketed a few points in an instant, and the power that erupted became more and more tyrannical. Wherever he passed, waves of dozens of meters were set off on the lake.

"Dragon God Shadow!"

Feng Wuchen let out a low voice and used his movement technique to avoid Hetu's attack.

Head to head Feng Wuchen was not Hetu's opponent.

"boom!"

Hetu punched out, and with a bang, a huge crater was blown out of the lake. The waves on the lake rolled, and the power was extremely terrifying.

"Humph!" Hetu sneered disdainfully, and his figure disappeared in vain.

"So fast!" Feng Wuchen's expression changed greatly in vain, and he had already noticed that Hetu appeared behind him.

"boom!"

"puff!"

Hetu's speed was extremely terrifying. He appeared behind Feng Wuchen in an instant, and a punch slammed out fiercely. With a loud explosion, Feng Wuchen vomited blood, and his body turned into a black line and flew out.

"What a powerful force!" Feng Wuchen said in pain, his face twisted.

"This is the consequence of arrogance!" Hetusen said coldly, and then burst out again.

"Is it just a minor injury? What a powerful body." Qingliu frowned slightly.

The power of Hetu's punch just now was replaced by the normal early days of the king, and he had already been seriously injured, but Feng Wuchen was only slightly injured, which made Qing Fu surprised.

"Whoa!"

Hetu waved his hand, and two terrifying blue energy slashed out.

Feng Wuchen dodged and avoided one after another, and was suppressed by Hetu along the way.

"What? Don't you have the strength to fight back?" He Tu grinned, constantly launching attacks, looking like he was teasing Feng Wuchen.

Feng Wuchen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stared at Hetu coldly.

"Ling Jue! Yan Bing Palm!"

Hetu approached again, shouted loudly, and the terrifying ice force rolled out wildly, and his palm fiercely and mercilessly blasted towards Feng Wuchen, the palm wind whistled, extremely powerful.

Feng Wuchen remained motionless, staring at Hetu coldly.

"Have you given up your resistance?" Hetu said disdainfully.

But when Hetu's voice just fell, his face changed in vain, and with a slam, Feng Wuchen disappeared out of thin air.

"I can't sense the breath." Hetu frowned.

"You are too small!" Feng Wuchen's icy voice came from behind Hetu in a very strange way. (To be continued)