Fantasy: Get Hundreds Of Millions Of Times Cultivation Talent At The Start

"Boom!"

A series of muffled noises spread throughout the alley, large runes swayed, billowing energy waves rippling, and violent Spirit Power glowing.

In a short period of time, hundreds of talismans have been inspired, and the attack that broke out, like a torrential rain, hit this group of people, and they were miserable.

"Damn it! Where does this guy get so many Talismans!"

At this moment, watching the surrounding companions fall down one by one, the man's face was gloomy and couldn't help cursing.

How can a kid from the secular world have so many talisman?

Could it be that I found the wrong person?

impossible! According to the information, it is this kid!

"Hold Bing Lingyun Palm!"

I saw the man flying with both hands, Spirit Power gathered between the palms, and then shot continuously, palm prints lasing, the large secret patterns condensed, burst out light blue light.

"Boom!"

The cold ice palm print collided with the attack of the talisman against the face, and a dull explosion sounded suddenly, the shock wave rolled away, and the white mist surged, blocking the sight of this party.

At this moment, in the white mist, there was a figure moving around, and every time it flashed, there was a scream, and the air was filled with the smell of blood, stimulating the man's nerves.

At this moment, he realized that the guy he wanted to capture was not a mouse, but... a lion!

He is... the prey!

"call out!"

A slight wind breaking sound rang in the man's ears, and accompanied by a breeze, cold light reflected.

Between the sparks and flints, the man only felt the slight coolness of his neck, and when he looked down, there was a broken sword hanging from own neck.

"Say! Who sent you here?"

An indifferent voice came from behind the man. A young man in a green robe emerged from the white mist, like a death god hidden in the mist, with Killing intent glowing all over his body.

Looking at the blade that was still stained with blood, the man suddenly trembled in his legs, only to feel the creeps, and he couldn't bear any resistance to it.

"It's Shan Long, Shan Young Master sent us! He...he said that regardless of life or death, as long as he brings you back, it will do!"

The man's throat was dry, he swallowed, and said tremblingly: "My lord is forgiving, and the young one was blinded for a while. This provokes you..."

Here, unlike the secular world, it is all about the supremacy of strength and respect for the strong.

In the eyes of the strong, the weak are no more than ants, and the lives are no more than grass!

If you want to live here, you have to be hot and...

"Single Dragon?"

Hearing the sound, Han Feng released the sword in his hand, but his brows were slightly frowned.

Isn't that the Daze Wufu disciple who challenged himself in the Northern Commander's Mansion before and was beaten again after the Zijin Commercial Bank auction?

"The news that I came to Wufu is unexpectedly known to him?"

Han Feng Na Na muttered to himself, immediately put the broken sword away, ignored the man, turned around and left.

And at the moment Han Feng turned around, the man who had secretly rejoiced that he had escaped, suddenly a fierce blood surged in his eyes, and inside his murderous aura, two extremely powerful Spirit Power condensed in his hands.

"Hold Bing Lingyun Palm!"

The man yelled and waved his hands. The large pieces of Spirit Power gathered in the rune, transformed into the phantom of the earthly dragon, the appearance of ice and cold, the peak of the earthly martial state, and the aura of the chief level was revealed.

The man himself has the power of a hundred earth dragons, and even more so, with the increase of the middle-rank martial arts of this mysterious stage, he has a power comparable to the power of two hundred earth dragons.

The rolling Spirit Power meets, and the surging energy rises up and down, like layers of ocean waves, stacked on top of each other, printing towards the heart of Han Feng.

This strike is a deadly blow!

In the face of Dan Long's great reward, the man still intends to fight desperately.

In his opinion, Han Feng, a wilderness kid from the secular world, only relied on the power of the talisman, and his own strength was inferior.

With the martial arts attack displayed by the pinnacle of his martial realm, even the Celestial Martial Realm had to avoid its edge, let alone a sneak attack on a young man.

This boy...will die!

"Boom!"

But at this moment, there was a sudden muffled sound in the space, and a violent thunderfire Spirit Power appeared around, purple light burst out, secret patterns spread, and all the dragon ghosts appeared at once.

I saw Han Fengzhou's body, thunder and fire glowing, and 1,500 phantoms of earthly dragons appeared behind him, symbolizing that he has the power of 1,500 earthly dragons!

At the same time, Han Feng made a mistake, as if he had eyes on his back, easily dodge the attack from the man, then turned around and reached out.

"call!"

A punch was hit straight out, and a strong wind was set off. It didn't use any Spirit Power or martial arts, it just hit out with Han Feng's own power.

This seemingly unremarkable punch contained extremely terrifying power, enough to crush all Earth Martial Realms!

"boom!"

This punch hit the man's chest directly, and accompanied by a cracked bone and a scream, his body flew out and fell heavily to the ground.

"puff!"

The man spouted a mouthful of blood, his face was extremely pale, his pupils shrank like needles, and he looked at the young man in Qingpao who was approaching him in disbelief.

How can an Earth Martial Realm Practitioner possess the power of 1,500 Earth Dragons?

Even the genius disciples in Daze Wufu may not be able to do it. Perhaps those enchanting evildoers in Wufu can reach it, but this is far from being reachable by the status of a man.

What's more, according to intelligence, this is just a wilderness kid from the secular world!

Secular world, what is that place? More barren than the barrenest place in the territory of Daze Wufu!

A young man who walked out of there possesses such terrifying strength, this is simply... shocking!

"Don't... Don't kill me!"

At this moment, the man felt the cold killing intent emanating from Han Feng, and quickly got up, knelt down in front of Han Feng, knocked his head like garlic, knocking the ground bang.

"Your lord has a lot, just spare my life! Your lord!"

The man squatted his head while wailing, squatting hard, even the ground was cracked, and his forehead turned blue and purple.

"call out!"

But the response to the man was a cold light.

The broken sword wiped the man's neck, and the power of the ‘virtual’ was instantaneously swallowed up with Blood Essence energy, turning the man into a corpse.

At this moment, Han Feng looked at the man's body and was silent.

He found that with this sword, it was not only the man, but also the past self!

The martial world is different from the secular world. It is more cruel here. Life and death are only in one thought. Enemies and opponents are like poisonous snakes. If they are not killed by a single blow, they will attract a deadly counterattack.

In this place, kindness and compassion are all cumbersome, and they will all be fatal disasters!

Just like this man, if he didn't have a hundred times the strength of a man from a height, I was afraid that he would have been successful in the face of a sneak attack!

And this is because of the difference in own thoughts!

The sword that Han Feng slashed out was the compassion and kindness of the past!

"The kindness to the enemy is cruelty to own!"

Han Feng faintly received his sword, his expression was rather complicated, and he let out a sigh.

"This stinky brat is really quick to comprehend! His character has grown a lot!"

"Xu" felt the change in Han Feng's mood and couldn't help but admire it, but soon, he was silent again.

Because he looked at Han Feng's behavior, and felt that he was wrong...

I saw Han Feng at this moment, his figure moved, groping for Sumeru bags on the dead Practitioners, and then he shook his head straight and cursed, "Poor ghost!"

Finally left the alley with dying interest...

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