I Am In Charge of Myriad Realms Bank

"Feng Wushang, what you should be concerned about now is whether you can survive from my hands?"

Feng Qingyun stared at Feng Wushang indifferently, and said.

"you……"

"You want to kill me?! You..."

Feng Wushang's pupils dilated instantly, and he asked, "How dare you?"

"Why don't you dare?"

Feng Qingyun asked back: "You father and son actually want to deprive me of my sacred talent, regardless of my feelings, and use me as a vessel, why don't I dare to kill you?"

"What else am I afraid of?"

"you……"

"Qing Yun, I was wrong!"

"Those were all requested by my father, and I was also forced!"

Feng Wushang said with a sullen face.

"That's a holy talent, won't you be tempted?"

Feng Qingyun asked with a faint smile: "If you get the holy talent, your cultivation speed will no longer be as slow as before!"

"In the future, you won't have to be overwhelmed by other geniuses like you are now, and be called the second child of ten thousand years."

"The woman you like won't lie on my bed!"

"you……"

When this sad matter was mentioned, Feng Wushang exploded in an instant!

Three years ago, the girl he liked fell in love with Feng Qingyun, even though he was the eldest son of the Feng family, even though he was the heir of the Feng family!

In the end, the girl married Feng Qingyun!

But he could only secretly resent and grit his teeth!

Just a few hours ago, if he hadn't considered that he would need to receive the holy talent from Feng Qingyun and ensure enough physical strength and state, I'm afraid...

Feng Qingyun's wife has already been crushed under him!

"Whoosh!"

Feng Wushang immediately rushed towards Feng Qingyun.

"You're still a decent man."

Seeing this, Feng Qingyun nodded, and said: "Don't worry, I won't ask the King of the Sacred Artifact to take action, because..."

"I will take off your head myself!"

"Whoosh!"

Feng Qingyun's figure flashed, and he rushed forward!

At this moment, he was like a leopard. He was very quiet just now, but now he seemed to be hunting. His legs straightened instantly, his waist and hips stretched out, and his back straightened. Immediately, he left clearly visible deep footprints on the ground!

The whole person is like a cannonball, and the speed soars to the peak in an instant!

With piercing eyes, he can keenly capture any movement of Feng Wushang, and slow down and decompose it!

So as to find a flaw!

"The crane speaks lightly and has a clear angle of attack and defense. The snake master floats around and has a deep breath. The monkey has sharp eyes and hands and is quick and sensitive. The dragon expresses the spirit and transforms rigidity into softness."

Chen Fan frowned.

Feng Qingyun didn't stimulate his spiritual power at all, but at this moment, he directly activated the Leopard Fist, Crane Fist, Monkey Fist, Snake Fist and Dragon Fist!

Five kinds of Xingyiquan!

The key is……

He actually comprehended all the essence of the five-shaped boxing thoroughly, and he could feel the artistic conception of the five-shaped boxing with just one random movement!

"This accident made him not only completely master the Snake Fist, but more importantly..."

Chen Fan said: "He directly integrated the five forms of boxing!"

"The power increases exponentially!"

This is a realm!

"tread!"

In the next moment, Feng Qingyun and Feng Wushang suddenly made a mistake.

Then……

"Crack!"

A bone crack sounded.

Feng Qingyun's fist hit Feng Wushang's Adam's apple hard.

"Boom!"

Immediately, Feng Wushang's body was carried by Feng Qingyun's fist, and slammed into the dungeon wall not far behind him!

Because the strength of Feng Qingyun's punch was too terrifying!

Therefore, Feng Wushang's body was completely embedded in the wall!

The dust is flying and the walls are cracking!

When everything returned to calm, Feng Wushang seemed to be born in the wall, without any sense of disobedience!

However, the neck was completely flattened into fleshy skin!

Blood and minced flesh burst and spilled all over the wall!

And his hands and feet are drooping out, it looks...

Very scary!

"Gurgle..."

Blood gushed out from the wound on his neck.

And what's even more weird is that Feng Wushang didn't die completely!

He stared at the two eyeballs that were almost protruding from the sockets, fixedly stared at Feng Qingyun, opened his mouth with all his might, and wanted to speak!

pity……

His entire neck was gone, so where could he speak?

silent!

Speechless!

"Whoosh!"

At this moment, a figure suddenly shot towards him!

It was the wind and thunder!

"Feng Qingyun, you...how did you come out?!!"

The moment he saw Feng Qingyun, Feng Zhenlei's pupils shrank, and he asked in disbelief.

"Feng Zhenlei, guess..."

Feng Qingyun answered irrelevant questions, stared at Feng Zhenlei with a half-smile, and asked, "Can your son's blood be shed before he dies?"

"Do you think he will fall from the wall before he dies?"

"Guess again, did you die faster, or did he die faster?"

"you……"

Hearing this, Feng Zhenlei's pupils shrank, and when he saw his son on the wall——Feng Wushang, his complexion changed drastically and his whole body trembled!

"Wu Shang...you...you..."

His face became more and more ugly, and the anger in his heart burst out instantly, covering the entire dungeon!

"Are you courting death?"

He stared at Feng Qingyun coldly, the murderous intent in his heart was as real as it was, locking Feng Qingyun instantly!

"Ah……"

Hearing this, Feng Qingyun laughed and said, "You must really want to kill me now, right?"

"However, you don't know what methods I have, so you are particularly hesitant and entangled!"

"Feng Zhenlei, you are really ridiculous."

"Your eldest son, the most talented son, was beaten to death by me and tortured so badly that you still have the heart to think about it?"

As he spoke, he shook his head.

"you……"

Feng Qingyun is right, this is indeed Feng Zhenlei's current state of mind.

It's just that after being told in person, with his old face, he couldn't help feeling ashamed!

Especially when he felt the gaze from his son——Feng Wushang, he felt even more uncomfortable!

"you……"

Feng Zhenlei wanted to say something else, Feng Qingyun waved his hand directly, and said impatiently: "Feng Zhenlei, do you really want white-haired people to give black-haired people?"

"Want to die a little later than your son?"

Feng Zhenlei: "You..."

"What are you!"

Feng Qingyun said again: "Are you still fighting?"

"Go to hell!"

Feng Zhenlei really couldn't bear it anymore, he rushed out and rushed over!

It can be seen that he has a deep understanding of Leopard Fist, and it can be seen that his strength is very strong, but it is a pity...

"Buzz!"

In front of Xiaoqing, he was as weak as a child!

"King of the Holy Artifact!"

The moment Feng Zhenlei saw Xiaoqing, his complexion suddenly changed!

Then……

"Plop!"

Without hesitation, he knelt down in front of Feng Qingyun and begged for mercy: "Qingyun, don't kill father!"

"Father was wrong!"