God Level Demon

"Feng Zhe, you are a bit too much."

Chang Xuan stood up and was very angry. He brought Xia Ping and Liu Rulan to this place, but it was for them to encounter such a thing. He felt that he had an obligation to prevent this from happening.

boom!

When the voice just fell, Feng Zhe immediately shot, like a blast, a fist hit on the abdomen of Chang Xuan.

"what!"

Chang Xuan did not expect Feng Zhe to take the shot, so there was no precaution in the moment. As a result, the other party was unintentional, and suddenly he was recruited. The tyrannical strength broke out in his body and made a scream.

In the next second, he was knocked down on the ground, his body bent like a cooked shrimp, and every nerve in his body was stinging, and a corner of his mouth permeated a trace of blood.

"Bastard!"

Wang Chen, Wei Qi, and Jin Ze were all shocked and angry. They just wanted to start, but they immediately stood around a dozen people. Those people were standing on the side of Feng Zhe, and they looked at them with warning. .

Suddenly, they dare not start, because once they start here, they will be surrounded by this group of people.

And here is the blood soul continent, if you die here, even the martial art can not find the murderer, no one will take revenge for them.

After all, the martial art disciples who died in the **** souls of the mainland are too many, countless.

"It's a noisy guy, I want to make a good start for that, and I don't see if I have the strength." Feng Zhe looked at him with a smile. "Without Lingyun, you are a waste wood."

"Get out of the way, get angry with Lao Tzu, and kill you when you wait."

Chang Xuan is half-dead, his face is red, but he is helpless. Here Feng Zhe has many people and powerful forces. Even if he wants to resist, there is no way.

He had to roar Feng Zhe.

"Look at what you see, actually dare to look at it, not convinced? I don't know what to do!"

Feng Zhe's eyes showed a hint of coldness, and his murderous intentions began. He suddenly lifted his foot and ran his mana. It was like a stepping on the ground and stepped on Changxuan's body.

"Oops!"

Wang Chen and others changed their faces. They can feel that Feng Zhe is in the real thing, and contains the killing intention. Once he is stepped on, even if he is not dead, he must be seriously injured on the spot.

But now they don't even have time to stop even if they want to go to the rescue.

Chang Xuan face is like a gray, he wants to dodge, but just punched him with no strength, the body can not move in a short time, even if you want to dodge is impossible.

At this time, a figure passed like lightning, came to Feng Zhe, gently lifted his foot, and collided with Feng Zhe's foot, the two forces collided fiercely.

Boom!

Suddenly, there was a terrible wind around him, and it was solidified. Like the waves, it swept across all directions and set off a gust of wind and sand.

The people around us feel the horror of this wind, and it seems that there is a kind of stance that is not stable.

"Wu Taidou!"

Someone exclaimed, he saw the true face of this figure, it was just the martial arts Wu Taidou, who chose to shoot at a crucial moment and resisted Feng Zhe.

It is this foot that prevents Feng Zhe's action, otherwise Chang Xuan will be seriously injured.

Many people were shocked. They did not expect that this kid would dare to stop.

"Wu Taidou, what do you want to do, why should you stop me? I just want to kill him!" Feng Zhe's eyes showed a trace of coldness, staring at Xia Ping, exuding terrible murder.

"This is impossible. He is my friend. If I am there, you can't take him."

Xia Ping looked at Feng Zhe faintly.

"Interesting, then I will abolish you first!" Feng Zhe burst into a burst.

Never learn to break the soul!

In the twinkling of an eye, Feng Zhe's right foot retracted, and then suddenly raised, the whole body's mana gathered on the right foot, and then burst out in an instant, producing a terrible temper.

Between the vagueness, the emptiness of the ghosts and the wolverines around the void seemed to be roaring.

This is one of the culminations of the king's class of the Guiyuan School. It kicks out with a ghostly power. Even a mountain can be kicked off.

It can be said that the power of this foot is almost the most powerful of Feng Zhe's body. It is not the one that can be compared with just one foot. This is the pinnacle of the mood, and it has the potential to go to the sea.

"Good!"

Chang Xuan and others are shocked. Although Feng Zhe’s attitude is arrogant, extremely arrogant and heart-wrenching, it is undeniable that Feng Zhe’s strength is definitely stronger among the practitioners.

Among the many imaginative practitioners, there are only a handful of people who can defeat Feng Zhe.

They also did not have any confidence in defeating Feng Zhe.

"This kid is dead, but he still dares to stop Feng Xiong. He just doesn't know how to live and die." The people around him are sneer, look like a movie, they seem to have seen the next end of this Wutaidou.

It is estimated that only a kick, the kid will be scrapped directly, but who told him that he has no ability to dare to be a man, this is not a self-seeking or a dead.

In the face of such a terrible kick, Xia Ping still did not move, so quietly stood in the same place, his eyes are extremely calm.

Boom!

The kick of this ankle was on Xia Ping, and the power of the broken soul kicked out completely.

what? !

Feng Zhe also wanted to reveal the color of his sorrow, thinking that this **** scatter would be kicked by himself, but when he kicked Xia Ping, his face changed.

Because he felt that there was a layer of hood on the kid, and the tyrannical force was bombarded on it, as if it were hit on cotton, it was weakened by layers.

At the end of the day, his strength turned into invisible, this feeling is extremely uncomfortable, it seems that doing anything is useless, can not hurt this kid.

"Oops!"

Feng Zhe's face changed greatly, because he felt that Xia Ping's fists moved, and the first come, the whirlpool of mana gathered in the right fist, the air turbulence, seems to have the power to shake the mountains.

Every cell in his body is shaking, the breath of death spreads through his body, every nerve is stinging, and the danger of desperation seems to surround his body.

Boom!

The fist hit Feng Zhe's body. The hood on his body was like a piece of paper. It was shredded in an instant, and the spiral punch penetrated into his body and infiltrated into the internal organs.

"what!"

Feng Zhe made a scream of screaming, his body bent, and he was beaten like a ball.

With a bang, his entire body was hit into the earth, and a deep pit with a diameter of several kilometers appeared in an instant.

The surrounding tents were shaken into powder by powerful power.

Those who watched the drama were scared to death, and they went backwards to avoid the aftermath of this punch.

A large tree was uprooted by the wind and flew into the air, then was crushed by the wind.

"puff!"

Feng Zhe's body fell in the deep pit, and he kept vomiting blood. It seemed that he didn't want money, and his face was like gray.