The city of Monkey King

In the sky above the center of Xiancheng, Yang Ping was empty and stunned, and his face was stunned to the extreme. He felt the burning tingling on his face and could not believe it...!

As the Lord of the Soul of the Soul, and in the soul of the soul that has greatly enhanced the power, it is actually a slap in the face of a hard-working fan. This kind of shameful shame, he has never been in this life!

"Cheat... I bully me too much!"

Yang Ping's face was iron and blue, and a lion-like roar sounded. With his roar, the purple mixed-colored light ball over the sky, with a steady stream of light, all of which were rushing toward the lower Yang Ping.

His breath, accompanied by the influx of purple mixed light, is already beginning to surge, and the moment is breaking through the order of the quasi-central Chinese products, reaching the quasi-sacred atmosphere!

And this breath has not been contained, it is still growing at a very fast speed, Yang Ping from the void and squatting posture, slowly... stand up bit by bit, his face has uncontrollable anger, burning !

Lifting his finger on Qin Feng, Yang Ping's voice contains a hint of hoarseness... Listening to the ear, people can't help but feel the tremor.

"I want you... pay for it! Thousands of times! Ten thousand times!"

"I want you... dead without funeral!"

Qin Feng looked at Yang Ping in front of him, listening to the poisonous words, his brows were slightly wrinkled, his right hand slowly lifted up, and his eyes were facing the unstoppable eyes of Yang Ping, and his face passed a scorn.

Hand, down slightly.

"kneel."

Just a word, Yang Ping's whole body is like a Tianwei advent. The knees suddenly slammed forward, and the strong momentum that had previously condensed in the body, like a piece of paper, is broken.

As the momentum of the rainbow is suppressed, Yang Ping suddenly has a countercurrent to the blood, and the counter-attack is created!

Screaming on the chest, ‘wow’, a stream of scarlet blood spurted out, the scene was amazing!

Once again, the emptiness of the emptiness, in front of Qin Feng, this moment of Yang Ping...

a pair of eyes...

At this moment, it’s already a round!

"Impossible... impossible... absolutely impossible!"

He does not believe in everything that happened. He does not believe that he has already achieved the strength of the quasi-sacred product, but he is unable to hold back the pressure of the people in front of him.

"Soul Xianzong."

Qin Feng’s eyes were slightly low, and Yang Ping, who was condescending, looked at the squatting Yang Ping. The three words of faint exports were like Yang Ming’s resounding in Yang Ping’s mind.

'Wow! ’

Another sudden spurt of blood, the whole body's breath suffocated as much as possible, and even it was already dead and began to permeate.

Qi, anger, shame, fear, remorse, five kinds of hearts intertwined and entangled, so that Yang Ping at the moment is upset, blood and heart attack!

The rest of the soul-soul monks who saw this scene were also horrified. They could hardly imagine that the sect of the sorcerer who was blessed by the sorcerer was so weak in front of this person, but it was only one hand that pressed it. Crouching!

On the main battleship outside Liangmen, the gray-haired old man’s eyes are about to come out, and Yang Ping, who is staring at the sky above Xiancheng, can’t believe it.

This kind of thing... actually happened in front of myself!

The protagonist of the soul of the soul, the master of the soul, and the protagonist of the soul of the sect, under the blessing of the sorrow of the soul, reached the level of the sacred and even stronger, so he squatted to the ground and bowed to people.

"The rich elders, the soul ship still wants to..."

The man behind the gray-haired old man has not finished yet. The old man raised his hand and pressed the words he wanted to say: "Retract."

"Yes."

This person is busy all over the place.

Rich old man looked at the direction of Xiancheng, the heart is already beginning to calculate, if Yang Ping died, he is the temporary commander of the soul of the sect, he does not want to wait here to die, but think about how to open.

Naturally, these three warships cannot be moved. If they do, they will certainly cause the attention of the people in the city, and hide and retreat... is the only thing that the old man now thinks.

And in the center of Xiancheng.

"This is the reliance of you dare to shoot?"

Qin Feng slightly raised his eyes and looked at the purple mixed color light ball over the sky. Yang Ping heard the words and looked up fiercely.

I saw that under the eyes of Qin Feng’s eyes, this purple mixed color light ball burst open instantly, turning into countless light streams, flowing wildly in this sky, and finally dissipated.

In addition to the eight gates of this fairy city, the tens of thousands of souls are divided into monks, all of which are screaming, especially those who are responsible for the eyes of the Jinxian monks, one by one to repair the phlegm, vomiting blood to the ground!

"This…"

"you you…"

Yang Ping is completely stunned. After a while, look at the left side and look at the right side for a while. The mind is already completely chaotic. He never thought that things would evolve into this appearance.

He was originally full of confidence to come to ask the sin, but he did not expect to be killed in such a second, even a trace of resistance can not be done.

In front of this person in front of him, he completely lost his qualification for resistance.

It was also at this time that he finally realized that...

How stupid you are, it’s stupid to the extreme!

It was wrong from the beginning!

Even when he has not entered Xiancheng, there is still a chance to escape, but now...

"Rao, forgive."

When Yang Ping realized that he was completely jokes, the soul of the sect of the sect of the sect of the sect, lowered the proud head, and asked the Qin wind for a humble heart.

Qin Feng slightly lowered his eyes and Yang Ping: "If you can kill me, will you kill?"

A touch of mouth asked.

Upon hearing this, Yang Ping’s cold sweat covered his back. This question does not need to be asked. If he can kill Qin Feng, Qin Feng can’t stand here now, but he’s already flying away.

Tired and stunned, Yang Ping was empty and sly, and he did not dare to say a word with his head down.

The cold mang of the ice desert passes through the eyes of Qin Feng, and the heart is soft and soft? !

joke!

These four words have long been unsuitable for Qin Feng. After years of killing, he has long understood the rules of the world.

It is an iron law, an unchanging law, a weak meat!

The person of hatred, if you don't kill him today, sooner or later you will die under the knife of others.

For example, this squatting Yang Ping, if his strength is better than himself, and has the ability to kill himself, then he will never let himself live to see the sun of tomorrow.

I will kill myself here.

Soft hands? ! Qin Feng can't believe that this guy who is begging for mercy has a chance to kill himself.

And many times...

People are interoperable.

Many of these principles are naturally mutual.

At the beginning, Yang Ping came from the mind that did not let Qin Feng see the sun of tomorrow. He came with the purpose of killing Qin Feng and killing him, so Qin Feng...