Chapter 1322

Many zhenzhuan disciples saw xuanqingtian's eyes and couldn't help looking at each other. What's the meaning of that? Is it a provocation? Is this xuanqingtian also interesting to Meng Yaqing?

Yan Haoqi's face sank, and he sneered for a long time: "it's just recently that I broke through the state of Qi chongtian. I dare to fight with Ben Shao. Don't meet me, or..."

Only Meng Yaqing knows that this Xuanqing sky has not seen himself from the beginning to the end.

"Han Feng, what's going on?"

Han Feng then passed on the secret place of blood and the story of blood pagoda to Meng Yaqing.

After that, Han Feng immediately asked xiaopang, "is this xuanqingtian..." Although xuanqingtian in the blood color secret realm is arrogant, it definitely does not give people a weird and uncomfortable feeling like today.

Xiaopang sighed: "it has been affected by the will in the blood core. It seems that in less than ten years, it must be totally insane."

One battle after another, it was Zhan Fu Shen's turn to appear.

"The fall of the God of war!"

The Shengyuan uprising was like a blow to break the sky, which made a disciple of the Holy Land peak four times Tian Zhen Zhuan fly, and his body bones were completely crushed.

The ancient disciple's companions glared at the God of Zhan Fu, who turned a blind eye to him. Instead, he gave a sneer to Han Feng, as if to say, "this is your fate."

Han Feng did not have the slightest fear, looking directly at Zhan Fu Shen.

Zhan Fu Shen felt his dignity had been challenged, and Korean wind made a contemptuous action: "you are not worthy of him." When talking about her, Zhan Fu Shen points to Meng Yaqing.

Meng Yaqing looked cold. He was about to say something, but he was stopped by Han Feng. Han Feng didn't look back. He still looked at Zhan Fu Shen and said, "the old guy who has lived for thousands of years is thinking about people who are dozens of years old. I'm not ashamed."

"You..." Zhan Fuyu's face twitches, pointing to Han Feng and unable to speak.

As a strong man at the peak of holy land, he has a life span of 4000 years, which is equivalent to that of ordinary people in his early twenties. He is very young. However, Han Feng calls him an old monster, and Zhan Fu Yu is furious.

However, no matter how furious, Meng Yaqing is less than 40.

On the surface, it is the old cattle who eat the tender grass, especially the young grass has long been owned.

"Hum." With a cold hum, Zhan Fu Shen stepped down with a black face.

On the high platform, the ancient clan leader of the ancient clan whose disciple was severely damaged by Zhan Fu Shen was very relieved.

…… Soon, it was Han Feng's turn.

Han Feng's luck is not good, the first meeting of the Holy Land peak four heaven level of true disciples.

For Han Feng, even if it is the ancient genius, it is nothing to say that it is just the top four heaven of holy land, but these ancient genius don't think so.

"It's a pity that I met the four heaven opponents of the Holy Land peak in the first game. I'm afraid we'll lose." Yan Haoqi gloated.

"Not necessarily." Xuanqingtian showed a strange smile.

Yan Haoqi leaned on the edge without a trace, far away from xuanqingtian: "what did xuanqingtian encounter in these years? How does the breath become so strange, and the abnormal smile? I'll go. The xuanqingtian is not abnormal

On the field, Han Feng's opponent came from the ancient Zhufeng clan. His white robe showed that he was polite. His name was Zhuze, and he was the first true disciple of Zhufeng ancient clan.

The ancient race of chasing wind did not rank at the top of the ancient clan, and it could barely enter the middle level, which could be regarded as the middle lower level.

Zhuze's politeness is obviously divided into objects, and Zhuze doesn't see it in the eyes of an outsider.

"Wind, blood, coagulation!"

Boom!

The gale overflows, with Zhuze as the center, actually forms a huge storm.

After the storm, the huge purple holy eagle appeared, and his cold eyes focused on Han Feng.

Although their accomplishments are not as good as those of Yan Haoqi and others, they can be regarded as the first true disciples of the ancient Zhufeng clan. Zhuze's blood is actually at the top level of holy products. Even if they can't reach the top level, they are beyond the level of high-level holy products.

Zhuze's accomplishments soared, and soon surpassed the peak of the Holy Land liuchongtian, between the sixth heaven and the seventh heaven.

"It's worthy of being an ancient clan of chasing the wind, worthy of being the blood of chasing wind. This cultivation surpasses that boy at once." A group of zhenzhuan disciples beamed with schadenfreude.

"The wind blows by the wind!"

Zhuze roared, and the cry of the holy Eagle shook the sky again. With the wings of the holy eagle, the sky quickly became dark, and the black hurricane roared with incomparable power. At this moment, Zhuze's fighting power reached the peak of the holy land, and it's not too much to say that Zhuze's fighting power has reached the peak of the holy land.

"Star pupil, open!"

When the power of the star was launched, the roaring Zhuze's expression suddenly fell into a trance. The originally ferocious and terrible hurricane suddenly became unstable and turned into an energy storm. The rolled out energy impacted the other hurricanes. In a flash, Zhuze's attack was weakened by several layers.

"The emperor of burning heaven respects his finger!"Han Feng over the sea of fire condensation, the eighth burning emperor Zun finger condensed a huge finger of fire, instantly rushed into the hurricane.

In their heyday, these hurricanes would have torn the finger of fire to pieces in a flash, while today's weakened hurricanes will die with the giant finger of fire.

The fire giant finger collides with the hurricane, and in an instant rolls out the endless flame whirlwind.

"Holy flame armor, coagulation!" The golden flame flows, and the powerful armor wears on Han Feng, allowing the flames to bombard on his body, awe inspiring.

The flame torrent flashed on the holy flame armor and was immediately split into two weakened versions of the flame, which passed through the left and right sides.

But Zhuze can't.

Zhuze's blood makes his cultivation improve, but in the yuan God, he is just barely promoted to the five levels of heaven. With Han Feng's current yuan Shen power and the star's holy pupil, Zhuze can't easily get out of trouble.

When the fire torrent bombarded Zhuze's body, Zhuze was still immersed in the illusion and did not respond.

Poof Zhuze suffered heavy damage, and the yuan God was surrounded by the holy flame of the star.

Ah!

The body and Yuan Shen suffered heavy damage at the same time, which made Zhuze scream out loud. At the next moment, Zhuze's body was thrown out of the battle platform, and he had fainted when he fell to the ground.

The old man in red robe came forward to investigate and found out that the injury on his body was the second. It didn't take ten days and a half months to recover. However, it is estimated that it will be difficult to recover from the injury of Yuanshen in half a year.

"Hiss! Is Zhuze so defeated? "

The original careless zhenzhuan disciples were dignified, especially some zhenzhuan disciples at the top of the holy land of four levels. If they really want to fight, they may not be much better than chasing the wind.

Zhuze has been defeated easily. What about them?

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