doomsday overlord

After all, the elders of the He family are human beings who have lived for hundreds of years. They recovered after being lost for a moment. No matter what, if He Qingyun was killed, someone must pay for it with his life.

As for right and wrong, how could anyone be afraid of the He family's majesty and domineering power? What's more, no one would do justice to the dead.

"How outrageous! In the competition, you actually dare to kill at every turn, killing Elder He Qingyun who was always tolerant! You simply don't take my Beidou Boxing Sect seriously and kill you in the Tianyi Palace!"

Another elder whose cultivation level was slightly weaker than that of He Qingyun had already shouted angrily.

"Yan Hengwu, you harbored evil intentions and led such a villain into the Tianyi Palace of the Beidou Quan Sect. At this time, this villain showed his ferocity and killed Elder He Qingyun. He deserves to be punished for his crime. You, the person who introduced him, will definitely be with you as well.

If there is a nest of snakes and rats, I can capture them without any help. For the sake of Grandmaster Yunxiao, I might be able to spare you a little bit and spare your life!"

He Fang'an, the youngest, directly pointed the finger at Yan Hengwu, rushed to Yan Hengwu, and took action to capture him.

It was almost noon, and there were not many people staying in the Tianyi Hall. Especially here, you need the guidance of the guard disciples to enter, and there were not many people around.

It was related to the He family, and an elder of the He family who had great potential died because of this. The disciples and deacons next to him would not dare to say anything.

Fighting against the He family in the Beidou Boxing Sect is no different from seeking death, and suicide is faster and easier.

These disciples and deacons turned their heads one after another. In the blink of an eye, the figures around them dispersed, leaving only four elders from the He family and Jiang Ping, the deacon of Tianyi Hall.

As soon as He Qingyun died, Yan Hengwu immediately withdrew all his scattered spiritual will. The gap between martial arts masters and grand masters was huge, and Yan Hengwu was not worried that the five people in front of him could see the secret.

As long as you have the secret of the Grand Master's primary spiritual will and no one knows about it, things will be much easier to handle.

Although the He family is extremely famous and powerful, no one in the lower ranks of the Beidou Boxing Sect dares to offend its power. But his master, Yun Xiao, has been at the peak of Grand Master for many years, and he may one day achieve the respect of a martial saint.

Being able to advance to the level of Martial Saint as the newly promoted sect leader is an unimaginable incentive for the newly promoted sect of Beidou Fist Sect.

The battle between the inherited sects and the newly promoted sects has never stopped among the martial arts cultivators of all realms. Generally, the newly promoted sects are at a disadvantage. The fundamental reason is that there are only two powerful martial saints who are truly in power in the Beidou Fist Sect.

He is the newly promoted sect leader and has too little say.

Therefore, everyone in the Beidou Boxing Sect will retain friendship with any new sect leader who may advance to the level of martial saint, and show their goodwill overtly and covertly.

I don't want to offend unless necessary.

The four elders of the He family knew the truth very well, so they shunned those around them and set their sights on Yan Hengwu.

As long as Yan Hengwu is captured and controlled, how can Chang Dingyuan, an outsider, not be killed if he is charged with killing the elder of the Beidou Boxing Sect?

There are no less than a hundred strong martial artists in Tianyi Palace alone, and there are more than a dozen of them resting in the house at this time. As long as they shout out and join forces, a mid-term martial artist will definitely be able to kill them on the spot.

"You actually dared to attack us. It was obviously you who provoked us first. He Qingyun was aggressive, but his skills were not as good as those behind him. He died. He only brought the blame on himself."

Yan Hengwu looked at He Ning'an who came to him and scolded him angrily.

He Ning'an smiled slightly. He had seen a lot of low-level disciples who only knew how to talk and talk about big principles. If he fell into his hands, he had countless ways to make him shut up and change his words according to his own wishes.

"Yan Hengwu, you still dare to quibble, just surrender and be captured, and you will suffer less physical pain!" He Ning'an said, but his movements were extremely cruel, grabbing Yan Hengwu's pipa bone with his claws.

With his fighting spirit cultivation level close to that of a middle-stage martial artist, not to mention Yan Heng's cultivation level in the early innate martial arts stage, he was at the peak of his innate martial arts. If he was caught with one claw, both arms would definitely be destroyed.

Yan Hengwu sneered. Faced with He Ning'an's strong finger strength, he clenched his fists and swung his arms violently. A heart-stopping fighting spirit flashed out, and finally gathered on his fist like an electric light.

"Hey, innate fighting spirit!"

He Ning'an frowned slightly. According to the news he had originally received, Yan Hengwu, who offended Miss He Miaozhu, was only a rookie in the body tempering stage. Even though he had accumulated a lot of experience, he could only reach the Qi refining stage. How could he not be seen in such a short period of time? He was already a master in the innate stage.

However, what about the innate stage? In front of the strong ones in the martial arts stage, he is completely vulnerable. The gap between the martial arts stage and the innate stage is huge.

Seeing Yan Hengwu's brave punches, He Ning'an was not only unafraid, but also increased the intensity of his fighting energy. He spit out fighting energy from his fingertips and pressed against Yan Hengwu with the power of a martial artist.

On the side, the five people who saw this scene had completely different reactions. The remaining three elders from the He family and deacon Jiang Ping showed indifference on the faces of the general situation. Chang Dingyuan shook his head and sighed.

"He Ning'an, this idiot, who is just a martial arts master in his early stage, actually hit the muzzle of a cannon. He is really an old man who has eaten arsenic and is looking for death!"

Witnessing the battle where Yan Hengwu defeated Spider Master Zhu Zhian, Chang Dingyuan was very jealous of Yan Hengwu.

Especially in the battle to kill He Qingyun just now, there was no one else around. Chang Dingyuan naturally understood who had the help to kill He Qingyun in the end.

In Chang Dingyuan's eyes, Yan Hengwu was already beyond the early stage of Wu Zun. His strength was not as good as that of Wu Zun, and his boxing skills were still above those of such strong men. Faced with such a person, a mere early stage martial artist went up to deliver food.

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Chang Dingyuan had nothing to say to such a fool.

He Ning'an is extremely fast and his attacks are fierce.

Yan Hengwu's eyes narrowed slightly, and He Ning'an's figure appeared directly above his head. The fierce surge of fighting energy in his claws brought about a terrifying force that tore apart the space, and he changed his moves cunningly.

Grasp Yan Hengwu's Tianling Gai.

As for the fist blocking the claws, He Ningan ignored it.

Under the gazes of the five people next to them, their claws came down with a bang, and just when everyone in the He family was waiting for the bloody scene to appear and planned to applaud, a fist seal that condensed into a phoenix suddenly exploded in front of Yan Hengwu.

, a shadow of a phoenix suddenly appeared in the fighting spirit fire.

"Bang!"

The phoenix that emerged was not a showy thing, but a solid condensed of fighting spirit. Facing He Ning'an's claws, it immediately burst out with infinite power. A phoenix claw with a flaming body suddenly penetrated the fighting spirit and struck fiercely with He Ning'an's fingers.

together.

Suddenly, a scalp-numbing muffled sound sounded, and a terrifying air wave spread out from the contact point like a wave. Wherever the energy passed, cracks surged like spider webs on the ground.

out.

The flames on Phoenix's body confronted He Ning'an's fighting spirit for a moment, and then He Ning'an's body trembled violently. Under a violent wave of flames, he stepped on the ground and took a dozen steps back.

, just barely managed to stabilize his body.

"ah!"

As soon as he stopped, He Ning'an let out a ghostly howl, an earth-shattering, lingering and melodious scream.

After hearing the sound, he saw that He Ning'an's right hand that was grabbing Yan Hengwu was burned by the flames of the Phoenix Fist. It was burnt on the outside and tender on the inside, exuding bursts of aroma.

The sudden reversal caused all the eyes in the audience to freeze. Especially after seeing that He Ning'an could not resist the punch, an uncontrollable wave of horror surged out of his heart.

After punching He Ning'an away, Yan Hengwu withdrew his fist and gently touched the ring with his fingers, feeling warm in his heart. After Zhang Peng died, the ten rings left behind became extremely powerful after being integrated into the black flame stone.

With these ten rings, the black flame stone has the effect of increasing the fire-attributed fighting spirit, and with the help of Nan Dou Phoenix Fist, Yan Hengwu was not afraid at all as a martial artist in the early stage, and they faced off head-on, but it was He Ning'an who was hastily repelled.

Compared to He Ning'an's embarrassment, Yan Hengwu only took half a step back.

After repelling He Ning'an, Yan Hengwu did not give up. He took his hand seals and revealed the form of the flaming phoenix and pounced directly on He Ning'an.

He Ning'an, who was in pain, was furious when he saw this. He didn't take precautions and suffered a big loss. How dare Yan Hengwu attack him?

The extremely angry He Ning'an was using his fighting energy to heal his right hand that was burned by the flames. At the same time, he raised his left hand and exerted several palm strikes.

The powerful palm force poured towards the flame phoenix, but the flame phoenix seemed to collapse at the first touch and was vulnerable to a blow, completely losing its majesty just now.

He Ning'an smiled evilly: "It turns out that it only has this little power. If I hadn't underestimated the enemy before and had not exploded with the power of a martial artist, how could I have suffered a loss in your hands?"

"Hey, this little power is enough to make Elder He Ning'an suffer a big loss. Be careful, it will explode!" Yan Hengwu confronted him.

As he spoke, the handprints changed again, and the Nandou Phoenix Fist, which had been practiced to the extreme, returned to its original nature, taking on the appearance of an ordinary Phoenix Fist, but its essential power has not changed.

As Yan Hengwu shouted softly, the flaming phoenix that gradually collapsed turned into a phoenix tail, circled around He Ning'an, and then suddenly exploded.

The flame phoenix was formed by condensing half of Yan Hengwu's fighting spirit, and with the amplification of the black flame stone ring, it was quite powerful. At this time, He Ning'an was trapped in the middle, and all the power was poured into him, and the damage caused could be imagined.

Know.

He Ning'an felt like he was in a sea of ​​fire. He appeared in a hurry, and the fighting spirit shield that protected him was melted by the fire. The aftermath of the flames poured into his body that had been cultivated for nearly a hundred years.

Stab!

He Ning'an immediately transformed the attributes of his fighting spirit and used the water attribute of fighting spirit to draw the water vapor in the air, extinguishing the flames on his clothes and avoiding the tragedy of being exposed and being burned into a featherless bird underneath.

However, Yan Hengwu's attack was too sudden, and the flame phoenix's self-destruction was extremely powerful. In his haste, He Ning'an could only protect his vital points from being harmed by the flames. As for other places, he had no time to take care of them.

In an instant, the well-dressed human-faced beast He Ning'an was burned into a roast duck, with several pieces of black and tattered cloth hanging on his body, blowing smoke rings from his mouth, with dark eyes and withered hair.

The worst thing is the right hand. It was almost cooked before. At this time, the bones and flesh are even separated. The flesh on the bones of the right hand falls straight to the ground. The blood of the entire arm and palm is burned, and the fighting spirit cannot flow along the blood.

cycle.

Looking at the extremely miserable He Ning'an, the other three elders of the He family felt happy from the bottom of their hearts. If they were the ones who captured Yan Hengwu and underestimated the enemy, they would probably end up in the same way.

"Beidou bless you! Thank you Beidou God!"

The three elders from the He family praised devoutly in their hearts.

Deacon Jiang Ping was dumbfounded. He originally thought that helping the He family and bullying a mere body-tempering disciple would be an easy and highly rewarding job. But now he realized that the lamb in his eyes turned out to be a wolf in sheep's clothing.

At this moment, the wolf showed its fangs, and Jiang Ping could only be grateful that he was not bitten.

Being involved in a dispute and causing trouble, although it gave him a headache, it was much better than having He Ning'an burned like a roast duck.

Chapter 60 He Ning'an roasting duck