Doomsday Rise

Latest URL: "Ah——"

Feng Yijun raised his head to the sky and screamed, his long hair danced wildly, his eyes turned blue, and an extremely terrifying breath erupted from his body. In an instant, the entire "Dragon Bird City" shook, and countless people looked up at the sky. When their eyes fell on Feng Yijun, their bodies trembled, as if they were struck by lightning.

The movement in the city attracted the attention of the players on the battlefield outside the city. The monsters had almost been wiped out, but there were still more than a hundred level-three monsters still resisting. The players were besieging, and everyone didn’t want to miss the moment of picking up the bargain. But at this moment, they all looked into the city and saw a cyan shadow attacking wildly around Liu Wei’an.

A gust of wind tore through the void, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. The scene reminded people of the end of hell.

Liu Wei'an didn't expect Feng Yijun to be so difficult, and he became more courageous as he fought. His face was expressionless and his eyes were focused, but his fists were getting heavier and his punches were getting slower and slower, which was in stark contrast to Feng Yijun's speed.

Above the sky, thick dark clouds gathered at some point, and strands of thunder and lightning landed. These thunder and lightning gathered on the fist, and the light of Liu Wei'an's fist gradually shone brighter and became more and more dazzling.

boom--

There was another extremely dull collision, and the shock wave swept across all directions, like a sharp weapon of a magic weapon. A crack appeared in the building hundreds of meters away, and in the next second, it was broken down the middle.

"See how many tricks you have?" Liu Wei'an's voice resounded in "Dragon Bird City". The players saw him transform into a black shadow, flashing across the void like lightning, and catch up with Feng Yijun who shot backwards. The silver light of his fist covered everything.

boom--

The fan trembled violently, nearly jumping up, Feng Yi's army retreated suddenly, and the direction changed, before it was shooting west, now it was southwest, slanting towards the sky.

"Soul suppression!"

Liu Wei'an didn't give Feng Yijun a chance to catch his breath, a light flashed, and the distance between the two of them approached, and the Judgment punch was indescribably fast.

Peng——

As if hitting the leather, a sapphire in Feng Yijun's hair shattered.

"There are so many treasures in the sky, trash!" Liu Wei'an was very angry. Feng Yijun is the boss with the most treasures he has seen, and blocked his attack three times. If he has so many treasures, those so-called bosses,

He dared to challenge.

What Feng Yijun wanted to say, Liu Weian didn't give him a chance, and a lightning punch blasted out, accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder.

boom--

The fan swayed violently, Feng Yijun seemed to be struck by lightning, shot out like a cannonball, a stream of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, pain was evident on his face, and unwillingness flashed in his eyes.

"Bring it!" When Liu Wei'an's voice came to Feng Yi's soldiers, Liu Wei'an had already snatched the fan from his hand, and at the same time, the Great Judgment Fist fell on his chest, and a terrifying power erupted.

Hum——

Feng Yijun uttered an uncontrollable scream of pain, spurting blood wildly, but he didn't die, not because Liu Weian was merciful, but because the magic power in his body was very strange, absorbing most of the power.

Feng Yijun shot backwards for a certain distance and suddenly disappeared without a trace, as if he had never appeared before, only the string of blood was very conspicuous.

"Here we are, why leave?" Liu Wei'an's faint voice sounded, the rune on his left hand lit up, and ancient and mysterious power pervaded the air.

"Soul suppression!"

In the void half a kilometer away, an uncomfortable feeling appeared.

With sudden fluctuations, a figure appeared for a while, and although it disappeared immediately, it had already been noticed by many people. The eyes of the masters below were horrified, not only surprised by Feng Yijun's escape method, but also shocked by Liu Wei'an's cracking method.

None of them found out where Feng Yijun had gone?

"Great Judgment Fist!"

The silver fist broke through the distance of time and space, and hit Feng Yijun directly. When the destructive power erupted, a sudden change occurred, and a figure overflowed from between Feng Yijun's eyebrows, appearing in midair. It was a middle-aged man exuding endless majesty between his brows.

In an instant, the entire "Dragon Bird City" fell silent, and the bodies of the masters below the gold level trembled uncontrollably. They wanted to stop, but they couldn't control it at all. Although people above the golden realm are better, they are full of uneasiness in their hearts, and they have a natural sense of fear like a mouse seeing a cat.

Gravekeepers, empty monks, hanged ghosts and other older generations who have returned to "Dragon Bird City" looked at the phantoms of the middle-aged people with ugly faces. They were not afraid of the power emanating from the phantoms, but none of them were willing to touch the bad luck.

"I haven't seen him for many years. He has cultivated to such a level. He is really a genius!" The old man who was enjoying his meal in "Jiu'an Inn" suddenly raised his head, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Grandpa, who is he?" The shepherd boy was very curious when he saw his grandpa praising someone for the first time. The phantom's power covered the entire "Dragon Bird City", and this grandpa and grandson were one of the few people who were not affected.

...

"presumptuous!"

The middle-aged man opened his mouth, and the voice passed through the endless void. The voice was not loud, but there was a shock of thunder from a silent place.

On the ground, players below the silver level were stunned by these two words. With just two words, there is such momentum. At this moment, many players who claim to be masters are silent. There is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the people. It has never been so clear.

There was a buzzing sound in Liu Wei'an's mind, and it almost exploded. The breath on his body trembled and almost dissipated. He was horrified. This phantom made him feel a strong threat.

"Who are you?" The "Dark Emperor's Sutra" and "Indestructible Inheritance Sutra" in Liu Weian's body were running simultaneously.

"Come back!" The middle-aged man ignored Liu Weian, just staring at the fan in his hand.

Hum——

The aura of the fan was fully revived, and the power of the spiritual weapon exploded. In an instant, it broke free from Liu Weian's shackles, and flew towards the middle-aged man, like a bird seeing its mother and expressing joyful emotions.

"Dreaming!" Liu Wei'an was furious, and he could still run away with the things he got. The palm of his left hand shone brightly, and ancient and mysterious power swept out.

"town!"

The fan immediately stopped. However, the fan didn't dare to think about it. It struggled fiercely, wave after wave of momentum erupted, the void trembled, and countless cracks spread. The players on the ground saw that space like a spider web, which might collapse at any time.

"court death!"

The middle-aged man flashed a flash of anger and pointed his finger out. In an instant, Liu Wei'an felt that the universe was stripped from his world, and everything disappeared. In his field of vision, only this finger was left. This scene reminded him of the time when he was attacked by monks when he broke into the "Da Leiyin Temple". It was almost exactly the same.

"This is my main battlefield, you have come to the wrong place!" Liu Wei'an said coldly

With a laugh and a thought, "Dragon Bird City" came to life, a Suzaku broke into this world, wherever it went, the world collapsed, endless flames enveloped the middle-aged man, the finger of the middle-aged man was less than a fist away from Liu Weian, and he couldn't touch it anymore.

boom--

The fingers were shattered into pieces, and in the terrifying explosion, the middle-aged man shouted angrily: Beast——

Standing in the void, Liu Wei'an revived "Suzaku City" in an all-round way, attacking the middle-aged phantom with wisps of peerless murderous intent, each strand has the power to destroy mountains and rivers, every time the middle-aged phantom is hit, the middle-aged phantom fades a bit, and the power it exudes becomes weaker. The middle-aged phantom wants to fight back, but Suzaku entangles him and doesn't give him a chance.

The middle-aged phantom defeated Suzaku twice, but Suzaku was born from "Suzaku City". As long as the formation is not broken, Suzaku can be produced continuously. No matter how many Suzakus the middle-aged phantom kills, it will be useless.

In "Dragon Bird City", whether it is a veteran master or a new master, there is deep fear in the eyes. "Suzaku Formation" is no match for manpower. Those who have seen the power of "Suzaku Array" are more or less mentally prepared, while those who have not, feel apprehensive in their hearts, and start to reflect on some of their previous actions, whether they have gone out of line...

There is only one person who is not only not afraid, but extremely happy. He is Huo Huangzhi, a disciple of "Five Elements Gate". The power of "Suzaku Array" is greater than he expected. The magic of "Suzaku Array" makes him deeply feel that the decision he made before was correct, and he is very grateful.

"If you dare to touch a hair of my Feng family's child, I will slaughter your whole city." The middle-aged Xuying soon discovered that he could not finish killing Suzaku, and also knew that there was no way to break through the "Suzaku Formation" tens of thousands of miles away, so he could only retreat. If you don't retreat, you will be worn away bit by bit by the formation, and at that time, you will lose face.

A palm shattered Suzaku, dropped a word, and his body faded away. At this moment, Liu Weian moved, and a wisp of fluctuation swept across the void and hit the middle-aged phantom.

"The Sword of Nirvana!"

"ah--"

There was a sudden scream, and the phantom that hadn't completely dissipated trembled violently, and disappeared in an instant, leaving behind the voice of the middle-aged phantom full of hatred.

"Little thief, looking for death—"

Liu Wei'an's shot was invisible and invisible, stronger than the middle-aged phantom didn't notice it, and when he noticed it, he had already been hit, so he became so angry, but no matter how angry he was, it was useless, because the phantom had already been shattered.

In a luxurious castle thousands of miles away, a middle-aged man sat cross-legged, suddenly his body trembled, and a smear of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. He opened his eyes, his gaze was solid, as if he could penetrate the void, and shot towards "Dragon Sparrow City".

"How could this happen?" Feng Yijun was overwhelmed and couldn't believe the scene in front of him. His father was actually defeated.

"Hold it down!" Liu Weian put away "Suzaku Array" and landed slowly. After the middle-aged phantom shattered, the fan that had been struggling crazily fell silent for a moment. Seeing Liu Weian's gaze, it trembled and fell to his hand. The fan was alive and felt the murderous intent in Liu Weian's heart.

Feng Yijun, who had surrendered even the fan and wanted to resist, was deeply shocked. Seeing the Pingan soldiers approaching, he also lost the idea of ​​resisting.