The Journey Starts From the Fairy Tail

"Yes, this is not true. It must be a dream. My **** is invincible!"

Many soldiers have difficulty accepting this fact, and they shook their heads with a silly face.

His eyes are empty, his eyes panic, as if a person has suddenly lost his faith.

Su Cang noticed that the hearts of the gods began to disperse, and suddenly said, "Zifeng has just won Xuanfeng in an opportunistic way. It's no big deal. We will win the next battle!"

roar!

A roar, a punch.

Bai Yu and Chen Gong are very nervous. They all knew that if Zifeng couldn't hide it and couldn't get it, Zifeng might be killed directly by this punch.

I saw this fierce attack.

Zifeng stood in the same place without a step.

"Zifeng, I quickly avoided it." Bai Hao shouted anxiously.

"Zifeng, what are you doing, avoid it!" Chen Gong said later.

"What's the matter?"

"Is Zifeng afraid?"

"When it was over, the punch was knocked down, and Zifeng was dead."

Many princes and kings exclaimed.

When the fist approached Zifeng's face, the wind blew on the fist's face, which was stinging when facing the forest.

Zifeng's eyes opened slowly, and a striking killing revealed in his eyes.

"STO!"

"A gentle sword!"

brush--

Zifeng's figure quickly disappeared from Yi Leng's fist.

Random people exclaimed, only to see a bright sword light flashing from their necks.

Hey!

The blood splashed, and the cold and angry laughter flew out directly.

At this moment, Zifeng's figure appeared behind the cold.

On the green sword, blood flows through the tip of the sword and drips to the ground.

The wind stopped.

Time is still there.

The whole petrochemical.

Such a powerful punch can almost kill the four forces of Tian Wujing.

actually.

In fact, he was hit by Zifeng's sword.

Hey!

Then, the cold body fell to the ground and his head fell to one side.

The facial feature on the skull was still a fake smile, and the smile seemed to kill Zifeng immediately.

But I worry that when I catch a cold, I still don't understand why. Why?

Why is this white sword of Zifeng so fast and so powerful?

The magical power uses the power of heaven and earth.

The soldier in front of the sky was ultimately very small.

"Kill...Kill."

"Kill again!"

All the princes, the Qi princes, the Chu princes, all the civil and military officials, the masters of the Xu family; all the four martial arts masters saw this scene, and they were all fools.

The cold horror that was almost invisible was actually killed by Zifeng Yijian.

Today, on the stage of the game, this tall, straightforward boy, with his incomparable sword, seems unable to surpass his figure. No matter how outstanding the genius, he can only look forward to his back.

Zifeng turned around and took out Yi Hanhuai's token.

Step by step to the seat of Ling Jianzong.

When Zifeng took a step, the blood flowing from him left blood stains.

This step is very slow, but in everyone's eyes, this is a kind of fear.

Looking at the bloodstains of these people, the prince and the four major sects were very scared.

Returning to the seat, Zifeng didn't say a word, and sat down with a pale face.

Regarding Chen Gong, Lu Yuan and others' greetings were also silent.

Zifeng was unwilling to answer them, but Zifeng only needed a mouth, and the blood from his throat would spurt out. Rest for a while.

Zifeng's injury slowly healed a little.

As long as the body's blood and blood will not be ejected at any time, it is estimated that it will take time to rest.

Zifeng took out some **** hands from his arms.

"Qi Rui, 200,000 points."

"Fight on the front line, 130,000 points."

"Warhawk, 11 million points."

"Little sword, 90,000 points."

"Wang Fang, 50,000 points."

"Wan Xia, 130,000 points."

"Wang Lie, 70,000 points."

"It's easy to catch a cold, zero point."

"Except for my 100,000 points, it's still a bit bad! It's still 100,000 points!"

With all the tokens in his hand, Zifeng's eyes were cold.

brush--

Just when everyone didn't recover from the shock that Zifeng killed the cold, he came back again.

One person attacked Wushu and stared at Ling Jianzong's seat. He whispered: "Zifeng, come up with a battle."

Hey!

The audience raised their eyes and looked at the people on the stage.

"Royal Seven Stars!"

This is Luo Qixing.

The gold medal killer without a front door, assassination technology, concealment technology, twilight technology, is unparalleled.

Tianwu's strength is three times that should not be underestimated.

Chen Gong said angrily: "Zifeng has just gone through a big battle, Luo Qixing, do you have any adventures?"

Luo Qixing sneered: "Is it hurt or not, this is his business, it has nothing to do with me, I only care about whether he can die in my hands. How? Is the sword of your soul a group of people who are afraid to die?"

"Zifeng, are you going to shrink the tortoise with an ordinary sword?"

"This is a man, just thinking of a fight."

Luo Qixing said provocatively.

"Luo Qixing is too much. Now Zifeng is already a serious injury. He has made it clear that he wants to take the risk of a man. This is only human."

"Humanity? Haha, are you talking about humanity to the murderer who doesn't have a front door? Are you crazy?"

"In other words, there is no murderer at the front door, and there is no humanity."

Many people despise it.

Luo Qixing looked as usual, looking at Zifeng contemptuously.

Zifeng gritted his teeth, stood up from his seat, stared at Luo Qixing's mouth, and said coldly: "Come on, your score is only 1.03 million!"

Zi Feng moved, the wound on his body split open, blood rushed out and sprinkled on the ground, dyeing the seat of the Spirit Sword Sect red.

Many people can't bear to see this scene.

He was injured too much. In the previous battle, he almost killed him!

But now, he still stands up.

"Zifeng, don't be impulsive!" Chen Gong grabbed Zifeng's arm, trying to force him to the seat.

Zifeng broke away from Chen Gong's arm and stepped onto the stage.

Every step leaves blood stains.

Today, on the stage, there are two blood stains.

One is the downfall of Zifeng.

One is the rising purple wind.

At this moment, all the soldiers who looked at Zifeng's figure were full of awe.

This is a tribute to the strong, awe.

A strong person is not a high-strength person, but martial arts talents are excellent. A strong person, dare to face the **** truth, dare to face the cruel life. ,, ..