Hedonist Sovereign

Today, the name of Lingxianmen has been resounding several times in the land of China. As a disciple of Fengyang Palace, everyone has heard it. But they did not put Lingxian Gate in their eyes. Is it just a famous martial art in the district, and can you compare it to the famous Fengyang Palace in China?

Only when Lingxianmen really came, these disciples realized the horror...

There are more than a dozen disciples of the Fengyang Palace standing on the open ground. They are hesitant for a while, and they are not leaving, and they are not left.

At this moment, a gust of wind swelled, and several shadows came from the depths of the sect.

"Whoever dares to make trouble in my Fengyang Palace is simply not knowing how to live!"

"Today is the day of great joy for the disciples of Fenghua. If anyone breaks this happy event, he will kill it!"

There were several voices in the air, and many people came.

When the sound was still echoing in the air, the eight shadows had fallen, standing in a row like the eight mountains.

Qin Feng swept the people in turn. These people are all over forty years old. They are obviously the higher elders and elders in the Fengyang Palace.

Seeing the coming people, the dozens of disciples who were shocked and stunned suddenly appeared bright, as if they had seen a savior.

"The wind is over the uncle, the boy came to the Fengyang Palace to make trouble, saying that he wants to open the killing ring..." A disciple has gone up to report the situation.

As soon as this was said, the eight elders who came to the face changed a lot, looking at Qin Feng like an idiot. Is this young ants daring to come to Fengyang Palace to make trouble? Still single-handed!

"Hey! I really don't know the guy who is so tall and thick... This kid is handed over to me. You are going to the grand event of Zhang Luofenghua's disciple."

Among the eight people, a middle-aged man in his forties was out, and his green robe was ups and downs in the wind. He was the lowest of the eight, just a small elder of the Fengyang Palace.

Seeing this person listed, the other seven elders are on the side, it seems that only one person is enough to win Qin Feng.

But before the little elders started, the disciple quickly said: "The elders of the wind...the wind, the Fenghua brothers were killed,"

Oh!

Time, as if a lightning bolt smashed eight elders.

That Fenghua and Fengxin are not only the simple identity of the disciples of Fengyang Palace, but they are also the illegitimate sons of the ministers. However, this matter only has been heard by the elders. As for the disciples, they do not know.

Now the two illegitimate sons of the head are killed one after another, and the eight elders are scared and scared. If this is to let the people know the wind, they must be furious again.

"You ants, I want to smash you a corpse..."

Fengyun was furious and had already punched Qin Feng.

In a short time, the air bursts into the firecrackers, which is usually a dense punch. The wind is just between the waves, but there are hundreds of punches in front of him, as if the arrows are usually shot toward Qin Feng.

Seeing that Qin Fengli did not move in the same place, even the eyes of the wind flashed a touch of color, but at this time, the two groups of purple fires came, and when the wind returned to God, they were already in the fire. . He heard a loud explosion in his ear, and the next moment he was blown away...

Rumble!

The sound of the explosion continued, and it will be difficult to stop at one and a half.

The disciples once again saw the power of the purple fire, and they were so scared that they could not stand. The other seven elders also looked dumbfounded. They didn't even understand where the purple fire came from? But seeing a small elder in the early nineth floor is so degraded?

The facts at the moment are unacceptable. Even if it is a spiritually rich cultivation place in Shenzhou, there are very few strong esteems that can enter the nine layers of infuriating, and one who can pull out one can dominate the party, but now it has become The general presence of cannon fodder...

"Do you dare to kill me to send elders? Take your life!"

Even though I saw Qin Feng’s mighty power, when I returned to God, two young elders came at the same time.

These two people are also in the early stage of the nine-layered realm. When they shot, they were killing, and they suddenly smashed hundreds of fierce punches in the void.

Qin Feng still stood still in the same place, blinking in an instant, two purple fires shot, as if two long dragons roared out, suddenly burned the punch in front of him into ashes.

Bang!

The explosion is soaring!

This time the two little elders were prepared to see that the purple fire appeared again, and they both wanted to rush back all the way.

Qin Feng was also prepared, with a big hand, the original empty palm had a golden long knife, and the blade landed instantly. The two elders who were in the air escape suddenly burst into flesh and blood.

The atmosphere cooled down again and again, and it reached freezing point at the moment.

How long has this been? However, there are three people who are in the first nine phases of the real atmosphere. If they are in peacetime, the whole land of China will not die for three true nine-layers.

The remaining five elders finally woke up, and they both sizzled, but still harbored a trace of jealousy.

"Who are you? Why come to my Fengyang Palace to make trouble?" An old man with a gray hair opened his mouth. He is the highest elder of the remaining five.

Qin Feng faced a group of strong respects but disdained the audience. His voice was indifferent: "I am the disciple of Qiao Feng, the disciple of Lingxian, and today I am going to destroy the Fengyang Palace..."

It is known that Qin Feng is the person of Lingxian City, and the five elders are all changed. It was only after the wind was over that the wind would come back and suddenly slammed out.

"The child who speaks madly, let the old man give you some color to see!"

Bang!

The voice of the old man has not yet fallen, and the punch has already exploded in Qin Feng.

The old man's speed is too fast, the first second is still a dozen meters away from Qin Feng, the next moment will fall on the chest of Qin Feng. That boxing force is even more fierce, directly hitting Qin Feng to the open space dozens of meters away, landing the moment, the ground is pulled out of a pit.

The wind fell over with a punch, but did not catch up.

Instead, the other two elders flew away, as if they were two light swallows.

The two just came to the top of Qin Feng, and at the same time, they waved their fists and landed. A punch was like a sharp arrow and rainy and densely falling, and a pair of momentum to destroy the earth.

Bang!

The loud noise seems to come earlier!

Qin Feng shot a few palms in the air, suddenly the sky changed, and a burst of snow suddenly burst, and the two elders shrouded it.

The wind and snow were huge, and even blocked the sight of the two. Their punches had already been resisted by the snow. The temperature plummeted, and the two men shivered, and even the speed of the boxing was slowed down.

"Be careful, retreat..."

In the distance, the wind rushed out, the old man had already seen the hidden crisis in the blizzard, but only half of his words shouted, a red gun mans appeared in the snowstorm, and suddenly the two arrows were worn.

Rumble!

In the sound of an explosion, the two turned into flesh and blood scattered around the earth.

This time, even the elders of the elders were stunned. The two men were the strength of the nine-layer mid-term, and they were killed at the same time.

Qin Feng fell on the ground and panted, and in the case of continuous urging of purple scent and suffocation, he could not afford to eat. And the two elders who are in the mid-ninth layer can be killed, and they are lucky.

One was that the two were too underestimated, and the second came to Qin Feng’s sudden suffocation, and they were caught off guard by two.

A group of disciples of Fengyang Palace were scared to pant, and even the other two elders were panicked. The two of them are also the real environment of the nine-layer mid-term. If it is really shot, isn’t it also to be destroyed by Qin Feng?

"You all step back, let me come to meet this guy!"

In the end, the Great Elder Wind stood out, and Qin Feng looked at the old man with a dignified look. Among the audience, he was most worried about this person.

"You really have some ability, but unfortunately, there is only one death in the hands of the old man."

Qin Feng can't see the realm of this person, but he knows that he must surpass the mid-ninth layer of the real gas. His breath is more powerful than the dust, giving people a feeling of looking up at the mountains.

Since entering the land of the Fengyang Palace, Qin Feng came with a **** mentality, and he did not follow the wind and nonsense, taking the initiative to fall.

Bang!

Hundreds of meters long gold knives suddenly landed, and the land was blown out of a deep crack.

The disciples were so scared that there were a few disciples who could not escape and burst directly in the knife.

The wind was ultra-light and leaping, and he escaped the raging knife. He jumped at random and turned into a sharp arrow. When Qin Feng just fell, he swung away and flew him.

This seemingly light palm, but it seems like a galloping train hit, Qin Feng became a broken kite swaying in the air, when not landing, the wind super figure appeared, and it was a punch.

Bang!

First, the bangs exploded, followed by hundreds of punches from the fists of the wind and super old, and each punch had a violent instinct. If it fell on Qin Feng, it was necessary to blow him up in an instant. .

"Arrows come!"

Qin Feng screamed, and a long arrow came from the air, as if it were a **** arrow falling from the sky.

In the hands of Qin Feng, she had already grasped the purple war bow. When she saw the cloud arrow, she shot it with an arrow.

Bang!

An arrow shot, as if to pierce the entire sky!

The hundreds of punches were pierced through the clouds and arrows like tofu blocks, and finally pierced the wind's right arm.

The arrow that wears the cloud arrow carries a purple fire, and the flame braces the wind-excess wound, and a pungent **** and burnt smell floats out.

"Bad boy, I want you not to die..."

Feng Chao has forgotten how long he has not been hurt, how long has he not seen his blood?

He was completely provoked, as if the mad lion rushed, Qin Feng's figure suddenly settled in the air, after breathing, like a meteor falling to the ground.

Bang!

The movement of the landing is huge, it seems to be a crash.

The wind is no longer giving him a chance to breathe, like a shadow: "Your bow and arrow are flying, I see what card you have?"

Seeing the fistprint is about to land, but I heard Qin Feng is another arrogant: "Arrow!"

In the middle of the wind, a long arrow came from the air!

The wind was awkward, and I looked at the arrow of Qin Feng’s hand in an incredible way. However, it was his moment of blasphemy, Qin Feng bowed and arched, as if the meteor cut through the sky...