Chapter 1010

Outside the Tianying hall, Zeng Rou with a lot of knife edge sect strong people blocked here to prevent any Tianying hall people from fleeing.

Old man Zang was also among them. Ye Jie slapped him in the face. Of course, it was because ye Jie had strong people to help him, but it was also a fact that he lost face. Now old Tibetan wanted to take ye Jie's life.

Zang ling'er looks at Tianying hall with complicated eyes.

Once, she had a wonderful childhood here, but now Zang ling'er shakes her head and expels those old pictures in her heart.

"There is no future for me to follow Tianying hall. Only when I become a disciple of the strongman of Dao Feng sect, can I get ahead. Maybe I can achieve Holy Land in the future. I'm right! I'm right

Zang ling'er is crying in her heart.

At the gate of Tianying hall, many Tianying hall guards watch Zeng Rou and his party with a cold sweat on their forehead.

How strong can they be as guards? It's just a little metaphysical.

And Zeng Rou led the many strong knife edge sect, the weakest is also the ground level.

The pressure of many powerful men overwhelmed these guards, almost crushing their minds and spirits, and from then on they became cowardless and useless.

"Hum!"

But at this time, a cold hum came out from the Tianying hall, which broke the United pressure of many powerful people in the blade sect.

Led by Han Feng, ye Ying, ye Zhu, ye Jie and others came quickly.

"You finally show up!" Zeng Rou stares at Han Feng, her face is grim, but her eyes are full of fear.

Ever since he learned that Han Feng was a real strongman in the holy land, Zeng Rou was afraid of Han Feng.

Holy land, where is the heaven level comparable, the heaven order to the holy land, like mole ants.

If it had not been for the patron saint of blade behind, Zeng Rou would not have dared to appear in front of Han Feng.

"Did you hurt my disciple? Disdain the patriarch? " In the sky, a low voice burst out, resounding in all people's ears, as if a thunderbolt exploded in the ears of all people, and the body of all the people shook.

Only Han Feng can ignore this voice.

Han Feng frowns slightly, although Han Feng also guessed that the blade saint will take a hand, but in Han Feng's opinion, this possibility is not high.

In the view of Tianjie, it may be just a secret method to seal part of his strength in Ye Jie's body, but for those who are strong in the holy land, they will surely know that they are holy land.

Knowing that he is a holy land, he will do it in person. The sage of blade is too much of Zeng rou.

It is said that Zeng Rou has only been under the blade saint for three or four years, but not more than 20 years. Is Zeng Rou's qualification so good that the blade Saint would not hesitate to offend the strongmen of the holy land?

I think so, but Han Feng also takes into account that the blade saint's brain suddenly pulls out to be able to hand, therefore also has no surprised color.

"It's me!"

"Very well, as long as you kowtow to my disciple and admit your mistake, this matter will be over." The sabre blade saint's momentum * forced Han Feng.

Zeng Rou looks excited and is kowtowed to admit his mistake by a real strongman of holy land. What a glory.

"Fart, my Lord is the strongman of the holy land. Why kowtow to a mere heaven level?" Ye Zhu burst out, "let Zeng Rou this broken shoes and adults kowtow is almost the same."

Zeng Rou hate staring at Ye Zhu, unexpectedly said that she is a broken shoe, she will never let this person go.

"Presumptuous! Look for death For so many years since the sage of blade has broken into the holy land, he has never been bumped back by a small ground step. His evil spirit looks like a ferocious beast and pours on Ye Zhu.

The bamboo leaves turn pale and can't help but step back.

"Broken!" A low voice sounded, the beast evil spirit is not near, it was Han Feng a low drink annihilation.

Blade saint's eyes a congealed: "as expected, there is a bit of ability, no wonder dare to face up to this sect." Speaking of this, the blade Saint suddenly found that he could not see through each other.

"Is this boy better than me?" The blade saint was in a state of disbelief: "no way. This boy is too young. He should not be over 100 years old."

"No more than one hundred years old, the holy land of genius, no matter how strong, can be strong enough to support the holy land of five or six times. Moreover, the training time is short, and it is impossible to compare with the cultivation of this sect for nearly seven hundred years in terms of combat experience and understanding. "

Thinking of this, the blade saint's face sank: "I see that you are young, and your future is limitless. Don't create a disaster because of your temporary anger!"

"I have been practicing for nearly seven hundred years, which is not comparable to you, a little doll."

"Don't talk nonsense, just do it." Han Feng said coldly.

"Good, good, it seems that another genius will fall in the hands of this clan. This is what you asked for. In my next life, don't rely on your aptitude to think that the world is invincible. "

"Kneel down for benzong

In the sky, the fierce energy gathered, the blade Saint yuan gushed out, and the holy yuan palm with the ability of startling the sky fell from the sky.

Under the pressure of this holy yuan palm, many strong people on the side of Tianying hall felt a burst of difficulty in breathing, and all looked frightened.This Is it the means of the strongmen of the holy land? They don't even have the ability to resist.

On the contrary, the strong side of blade sect is excited.

"This is the leader of our Dao Feng sect. He is really powerful."

"Our Lord has only half a foot in the holy land of seven heaven, which is not comparable to a hairy boy."

"I can see the Lord's hand in this life, and I'll die without regret."

"It's not bad. The Lord has not done anything for more than a hundred years. Speaking of speaking, we also want to thank this boy. If it were not for this boy, we would not have seen the great power of the patriarch. "

"It's a pity that the boy will fall at the price."

"Well, if you dare to fight against our Lord, this is the end."

The strong people of Dao Feng sect were excited. If they didn't go to the holy land, their longevity was limited. It was only in 780-890.

Blade saints have not made a move for more than 100 years, which makes many talents who join the blade sect regret more than one.

"Little skills." Han Feng snorted, and his momentum suddenly soared, enveloping all the strong men in Tianying hall.

Two momentum collision, invisible storm flood out, roaring in the sky.

With Han Feng's momentum shrouded, the strong men of Tianying hall were relieved from the oppression of the sabre saint.

"Broken!" Han Feng lightly wields his fist, which is just an ordinary one. However, for many strong people in the blade sect, it is like a huge mountain with no limit.

The swordsmen who were still joking before seemed like ducks pinched by their necks. Their faces turned red one by one. They could only resist the oppression of Han Feng with a fist.

Plop Plop Under this oppression, many blade worshipers fell to the ground directly.

Boom!!

In the eyes of the blade saint, there is only a common fist left. However, such a fist is like a star crashing into it!

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