The city of Monkey King

Quiet, dead.

The whole fairy city is so scary, as if the air is completely condensed, rolling smoke, floating in the sky above this fairy city.

The breath of Qin Feng shrouded Xiancheng.

In this fairy city, any one of them, their life and death, is now in the hands of Qin Feng.

Qin Feng let people die, whoever is dead.

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Mo Xiong in front of you!

"By what... by what!"

Mo Xiong, at this moment, feels the breath of Qin Feng, finds his own suppressed momentum, keeps talking to himself, the crazy color in his eyes is getting stronger and stronger!

"This is the ancestor of Yusu Mountain. This is the lord of the Xianmeng. This is the monk of Yuan Ying. You have a small knot, and why should you fight with this sect!"

"What?"

Angry and screaming, the blue-and-blue sword in the hands of Moxiong, the black gold light that blooms in the moment, is extremely embarrassing!

He almost pulled out the power of the infant in the dying baby, and his Yuan Ying was declining at a very fast speed.

Between the time, the rich dead air surrounded him.

"Go!"

Yang Tianda, the blue and blue sword in his hand suddenly slammed forward, the huge phantom behind him, the same!

A black and golden sword across the sky, breaking through the sky!

Its visual impact is amazing enough!

Those monks who watched the war, all of them looked at the scalp and numb. If the sword is degraded, I am afraid that it will be enough to split the whole fairy city into two halves, and these people, it is estimated that a small part of them have to squat under this sword. Off.

Thousands of black gold swords swayed down and down, Qin Feng is still a light look.

The sword that is held in the right hand is also facing the front.

A sturdy blue sword, suddenly come out!

Black gold Jianqi, azure blue sword, two swords fell into the eyes of Yunshui.

At this moment, no one blinked, they all looked at this scene nervously, thinking in their minds...

These two swords are the same as the swordsmanship of the Susong Mountain.

Between the two, who is... who is stronger!

boom!

Black and blue, interlaced!

Finally, two swords slammed into one place!

However, something unexpected happened. The black gold sword was actually smashed by the blue sword, and the blue sword was only weakened by 50%.

The remaining 50% of the force, no trace, suddenly slammed toward Moxiong!

"Impossible! Impossible!!"

Moxiong’s roaring voice echoed in this world!

boom!

Sword, fallen.

The entire Xiancheng shook violently under the sword.

The shock lasted for a few dozens of interest and slowly stopped.

In the place where Qin Feng’s sword was smashed, there was a deep gully that was actually smashed out.

"This, this... this!"

"He, his cultivation is in the end... to what extent!"

"Too amazing!"

"I can't believe it!"

"A sword is cracked!"

"..."

The crowd saw the bottomless gully on the ground, and all the horrified faces were white, and they could not imagine what it would be if the sword fell on themselves.

Estimated... there is no more soul residue.

"Mo, is Moshang Zong annihilated?"

"It seems that there is no movement..."

"..."

Especially the monks of Mount Yusu, this time all changed their faces and ran forward, looking for Moxiong in the ruins.

For them, Mo Xiong is their superior, living to see people, to die to see the dead!

Shock!

Thorough shock!

At this moment, Qin Feng, this seemingly young back, is in the eyes of Yunshui Kyushu, that is, God, the absolute God!

Especially a lot of young and beautiful female monks, those eyes are about to start peach blossoms.

Handsome, strong, still young!

"Look, Momsong is still alive!"

At this time, suddenly someone shouted.

Sure enough, the group of monks and monks, from the ruins of Mo Xiong, Mo Xiong at the moment, the clothes are ruined, and slowly stand up under the support of others.

Taking a sigh of relief, the blood spit out and spit out.

Just a sword from Qin Feng, obviously gave him a complete decadence.

The monks of the entire Mount Susong saw the appearance of Mo Xiong, and they all had a cold heart.

I haven't waited for them to slow down from this cool heart, and they all look at Qin Feng.

Because Qin Feng, they are slowly moving towards them.

The cold scorpion swept over these monks and monks. Qin Feng was never a good man, and he didn't have time to send any kindness. This Mo Xiong, who had killed the medicine cabinet and killed Ouyang Changsong, had seriously injured himself.

Whether it is from the grace of Ouyang Changchun, or report his own serious injury.

Qin Feng could not find a reason to let him go.

dead.

Mo Xiong’s ending has already been broken in the Qin Feng, and it was settled when he entered Xiancheng.

"Protect the top!"

"Protect the top!"

"Fast! Layout!"

"..."

The 5,000-seat elite monks brought by Moxiong are in the form of a formation, and their upper-class Mo Xiong is in the center.

Mo Xiong at the moment, panting with a big mouth.

His arrogance, his madness, is also in the sword of the genius, the shackles are not left.

Life has become the only word in his mind.

It is ridiculous to think about it. I think that he was a sacred sect of the mountain, and broke through the Yuan Ying. In the end, he even fell into the shape of a monk.

hate!

I can’t hate it!

At this moment, in addition to his biting his teeth, there is no way, Mo Xiong’s eyes are staring at the Qin wind coming.

"Open up!"

With the scream of the elders of the Susu elders, five thousand monks of Sushan, suddenly gathered a swordsmanship, and protected Mo Xiong in the death, each of the Hanshang monks, are staring intently. The Qin wind coming, the legs are shaking.

Just Qin Feng...

It is too strong! It can be said to be strong enough to be frightening!

"The speed will retreat the Shangzong from the back exit. Although this sword array is temporarily cohesive, it is also the 5,000-year-old elite monk who has gathered up, enough to hold this person half an hour!"

The original elders of the Suzu three, now the elders of the Susu, said to the people around them.

Unfortunately…

He is too small for Qin Feng, or to say that he is too high to see his five thousand elite monks, too high to see this sword array.

Step, step by step.

Every step of Qin Feng is close, falling in the ears of these Hanshang monks, it is like the sound of death, the sweat of the beans is rolling.

Finally, Qin Feng’s footsteps stopped, and these monks were only a hundred feet away.

With a cigarette, his hands were inserted in his trouser pockets, and the eyes that were slightly covered by the fragmented hair were slightly lifted.

The icy scorpion swept his eyes on the sword and sighed.

"roll."

One word out!

Just like the fate!

boom!

This is known as the sacred five thousand elites, and the elders of the Susu Mountain are able to withstand the sword array of half an hour, and suddenly burst! 2k novel reading network