Martial Inverse

Duanmu Boyi finally couldn't help but want to kill Feng Hao, an ant-like figure, who actually tried to make a name for himself in vain.

Then no wonder he bullied the weak with the strong.

"Death is inherent in a person, and it is heavier than Mount Tai, or lighter than a feather. If you can die under the hands of this immortal, you are enough to smile at Jiuquan."

Duanmu Boyi said indifferently.

In his eyes, Feng Hao is no different from a dead person. He has met many such arrogant young people in his life, but most of them died young.

His spine was broken alive.

"yes?"

Feng Hao looked at Duanmu Boyi with a smile. In his eyes, Duanmu Boyi was the real dead man, a mere celestial being, and he was able to pierce the opponent's brow with almost a mouthful of saliva.

But Feng Hao has no plans to show his full strength at present, after all, his current identity is Cheng Hao, a child of the Cheng family.

"Ridiculous!"

Duanmu Boyi became angry from embarrassment, squinted his eyes, and grabbed Feng Hao's head with his grabbing hand.

Sanxian's strength was not hidden, but in an instant, a powerful aura gushed out, and the ancient monks who were watching had a look of unbearable expression on their faces, and their eyes could not help but narrow their eyes.

They had already expected the scene of Feng Hao being photographed as a meat paste.

"what!"

However, the expected scene did not appear. Instead, I do not know who cried out in pain. Master Zhang of Wudang Mountain, Our Lady in the Clouds of Mount Tai, and Venerable Tang of Qingcheng Mountain narrowed their eyes, and their hearts were slightly moved.

It wasn't Feng Hao who cried out in pain, but Sanxian Duanmu Boyi, who was holding his right hand and twisted his face in pain.

His hands were still dripping with blood, dense cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and his expression was extremely frightened and angry.

It was Duanmu Yang's five-handled flying sword that was seized again. He didn't expect Feng Hao to play so slipperyly that he could already hurt Tangtang Sanxian.

According to the normal logic, Feng Hao at least has the cultivation base of the transcending tribulation period, otherwise, with five flying swords, he can't get on him at all, and he can't even cut through the aura shield of his body.

But in fact, he was injured. With five flying swords, Lin Yu not only cut through the protective spirit shield, but also almost pierced his palm.

"..."

"What happened? Is Cheng Hao dead?"

"He's not dead,

Just now Duanmu Boyi seemed to be crying out in pain... You see, he was injured, Tangtang Sanxian was actually injured. "

Wow!

The ancient monks opened their eyes one after another. Except for the three of Cheng Cheng, the other ancient monks all had expressions of horror.

People with poor concentration, their bodies wobbled, and they couldn't believe what happened in front of them at all.

Sanxian is almost the top monk in China's comprehension world, second only to the Mahayana stage powerhouse who is about to ascend.

But in the Mahayana period... the entire ancient Cultivation Clan in China seems to have not yet appeared, so a loose immortal like Duanmu Boyi has the absolute right to speak in the cultivation world.

But it was such a powerful Sanxian monk who was injured.

To be injured by a young man in his early twenties is simply a fantasy, Duanmu Boyi must have stabbed himself.

"How did you get hurt? Why were you so careless? You saw it too. I didn't do anything, and you fell down!"

With a confused look on Feng Hao's face, he walked towards Duanmu Boyi, who was blushing.

Everyone breathed intently and kept their eyes open, wanting to see clearly what would happen next.

To the surprise of all the monks, Feng Hao stretched out his hand to pull up Duanmu Boyi who was half squatting on the ground.

Duanmu Boyi's face turned pale, he couldn't help but look at Feng Hao suspiciously, how could such a young guy have a cultivation level that surpassed his.

It must be my own carelessness just now, and Lin Yu has a lot of experience in controlling Feijian, which is why he was injured.

Duanmu Boyi stretched out his hand, and just when his hand was about to touch Feng Hao's palm, a sharp light flashed in the depths of his eyes.

"die!"

Duanmu Boyi turned his heart to the side, trying to directly break Feng Hao's heart with powerful spiritual power.

However, the moment his hand touched Feng Hao's palm, there was another piercing pain in his palm for no reason.

"Ah~"

Duanmu Boyi screamed strangely again, his body twitched slightly, and then the palms of his hands were dripping with scarlet blood.

In an instant, Duanmu Boyi's face showed monstrous anger, and he looked at Feng Hao, wishing to tear him into pieces.

hiss!

The ancient cultivator who was watching couldn't help but gasp, this shouldn't be a coincidence.

They saw with their own eyes that Duanmu Boyi touched Feng Hao's hand, and then retreated with blood dripping from his palm as if he had been struck by lightning.

"What are you doing? Is there a thorn in my hand?"

Feng Hao looked at Duanmu Boyi with a half-smile, and with his cultivation, he had too many means to deal with Duanmu Boyi.

But he didn't intend to deal with Duanmu Boyi with thunderous means, and it would be a good choice to torture him appropriately.

So Feng Hao stepped forward again, trying to pull Duanmu Boyi's injured hand again, but Duanmu Boyi became shrewd, he knew that Feng Hao hid the five flying swords in his palm, and while he was negligent, he shot and hurt him.

Duanmu Boyi took a few steps back, looked at Feng Hao with apprehension, and said in a deep voice: "My Duanmu family's flying sword is extremely sharp, comparable to a fairy weapon, return it to me, and I will leave you a whole corpse……"

Feng Hao couldn't help giving Duanmu Boyi a blank look, and said: "You said you would keep my whole body, do you think I will return your flying sword? Or, you kneel down and kill yourself, and I will keep your whole body ?”

Wow!

In an instant, an uproar resounded through the reception hall, and everyone stared at Feng Hao dumbfounded.

"Enough! You are going to die for this Immortal Venerable!"

Duanmu Boyi became angry from embarrassment, and under the yelling, his whole body's spiritual power rioted, and under the influence of the ray of immortal energy that he cultivated into a loose immortal after crossing the catastrophe, his whole body became like a fairy.

The wounds of both hands recovered, and the aura of Sanxian was perfectly released at this moment. In an instant, countless glass vessels in the hall exploded, and the glass shattered.

His face paled instantly.

"Old thief Duanmu, what are you doing?"

Swish!

The powerhouses of the three tribulation stages immediately stood up, propped up their aura shields, and protected everyone in the hall.

When Sanxian was angry, if he didn't suppress it, the violent energy fluctuations would cause the entire Jinmao Building to fall, and even the Oriental Pearl Tower would collapse.

Feng Hao's expression was calm, even though Duanmu Boyi stared at him with wide eyes and looked at him in disbelief, he walked up to Duanmu Boyi without any resistance.

Point out.

Boo!

Duanmu Boyi's aura shattered suddenly.

He froze.

At this moment, the stagnation of spiritual power temporarily restored calm in the hall.

"Why, how come?"

Duanmu Boyi's mind was blank, what kind of origin is this, and why his cultivation of Sanxian can't suppress him.

On the contrary, with a single finger, he broke the heaven-defying means he was about to use...