Violent Martial Soul System

At this time, the fourth-rank holy king was leading Potian towards the residence of the head of the Fengqinglong Clan.

If the patriarch can be killed in seconds, then things will be easy. At that time, even if the other three patriarchs join forces, there will be nothing they can do.

Soon, the fourth-rank holy king brought Potian to the vicinity of the residence of the head of the Fengqinglong Clan.

Next, the fourth-rank saint king had no way to get close, so he had to let Potian act on his own.

"Hey, what a cute little monkey!"

"Who subdued this?"

"It wants to go in, let it go."

People of the Fengqinglong clan didn't care much when they saw that Potian was only at the Holy Spirit level.

After all, even the young people of the Fengqinglong Clan have a higher realm than Potian, the fourth-grade holy spirit.

In the end, Potian successfully arrived at the residence of the head of the Fengqinglong Clan.

Today, the patriarch of the Fengqinglong Clan just came back from patrol and is resting.

He sensed the aura of Potian, but the latter's realm was too low, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

However, the next moment, the wind suddenly appeared!

After receiving Zhao Feng's order, the stone demon that turned into a thin needle turned into the Xuanshen Battle Armor again.

After putting on the Xuanshen battle armor, Potian's physical strength has been greatly improved, and it is just a stick to the patriarch of the Fengqinglong clan.

"Hoo hoo!"

The wind howled.

The patriarch of the Fengqinglong Clan stared wide-eyed, and just as he realized it, that huge stick figure crashed down.

"boom!"

The patriarch of the Fengqinglong Clan was hit, and he was seriously injured in an instant and was on the verge of death.

Although this is a seventh-rank holy king, but in the face of Potian's sneak attack, he has more than enough heart but not enough strength.

Taking advantage of the opponent's serious injury, Potian threw another stick, and this blow took away the life of the head of the Fengqinglong Clan.

"here you go!"

Upon seeing this,

Zhao Feng quickly broke through the void, and put away the body of the head of the Fengqinglong Clan.

Then, Potian attacked again, this time its target was the two sixth-rank holy kings of the Fengqinglong Clan.

At this moment, the people in Wind Dragon Valley didn't know what happened, they only heard one after another rumble.

Before the other clansmen could react, the top leaders of the Fengqinglong clan were almost dead.

After Potian killed the two sixth-rank saint kings, he wiped out the remaining fifth-rank saint kings.

So next, the fun begins

field!

"Black Horn, swallow it!"

Zhao Feng released the black horn directly, and when the latter appeared, he was in the original state. He opened his mouth wide, and a strange energy enveloped the surroundings.

swallow!

The next moment, the area near the black corner was directly exchanged by him and appeared in the exchange space.

This is not over yet, now that the Fengqinglong clan has no one in charge, Black Horn can clean them all up.

Before the other three major families reacted, all the Fengqinglong clan in Fenglong Valley were exchanged into the exchange space by Black Horn, and there was not one left.

Although the Fengqinglong Clan is only a branch, there are many people. Now they are all swallowed into the exchange space, and they are reduced to Zhao Feng's prisoners.

Of course, Zhao Feng was not cruel enough to kill so many people. He just forcibly took out the dragon crystals from these Feng Qinglong's body to breed dragon embryos.

At this moment, the bone's dragon fetal development level has exceeded 50%, and if it is half of it, it can be reborn.

"Tsk tsk tsk, the other three major families have finally appeared!"

After a while, Zhao Feng looked at a group of figures looting from the sky, and smiled secretly.

Coincidentally, Potian has already rested and can fight again.

"How is it possible, Wind Dragon Valley has turned into ruins, not a single blade of grass can grow!"

"What's the situation, where did they go?"

"Someone sent me a message just now, saying that there is a black giant dragon in the sky above Wind Dragon Valley, swallowing everyone in it."

The other three families were shocked.

At this time, they happened to see Zhao Feng in the ruins, and immediately swept over.

"Boy, who are you?"

A red-haired old man asked.

"It turns out to be the patriarch of the Suzaku Clan, and I have admired him for a long time!" Zhao Feng said with a smile.

"You know me?" The red-haired old man frowned.

"Why don't you know each other, because, I want to kill you!"

Zhao Feng smiled and said, "Go!"

In an instant, Potian wearing the Xuanshen battle armor was summoned by Zhao Feng from the exchange space, and appeared directly in front of the red-haired old man.

"Shocking blow!"

Po Tian raised his hand and hit the red-haired old man's face, blowing his head off immediately.

The key to a fairy is the fairy heart, but after breaking through to a saint, the head and heart become the key again.

This blow, straight

Kill the red-haired old man instantly!

There are only four seventh-rank holy kings in the Valley of the Four Gods. One died just now, and now another one died, so there are only two left.

For the remaining patriarchs of the White Tiger Clan and the Xuanwu Clan, one has the strongest attack and the other has the strongest defense, but they are all the same in front of Potian.

"Shocking blow!"

Potian shot again, but this time it was not smashed from top to bottom, but swept across.

A stick shadow swept across the crowd, directly blasting a person's body, and countless corpses fell from the sky.

In addition, Black Horn did not know when he came to the side, opened his mouth wide, and swallowed the frightened children of the Four Divine Beasts.

In the blink of an eye, nearly half of the other three families died.

"What a strong strength, quickly change the body!"

The patriarch of the Xuanwu clan shouted angrily, turned into Xuanwu's body, and united with others to form a defensive formation.

"Defensive formation, is it useful?"

Zhao Feng sneered.

Breaking the sky, strike again.

"Boom!"

When the stick fell, although the defensive formation was not broken, it was almost done.

"Shocking blow!"

When the second stick fell on this defensive formation, the defensive formation immediately collapsed, and at the same time, those Xuanwu masters who used the holy power to build this defensive formation were all backlashed.

The center of the defensive formation was the patriarch of the Xuanwu tribe. After the formation was broken, he was the most seriously injured. His mouth opened and a mouthful of blood spewed out.

"Don't be presumptuous!"

There was a loud shout from the side, and all the masters of the White Tiger Clan who had turned into White Tigers directly charged towards Po Tian.

Although it is said that it is impossible to form a battle formation of four gods, the attack power of the White Tiger Clan cannot be underestimated, and they immediately surrounded Potian.

However, what happened next left them stunned.

"White tiger tearing the claws!"

The patriarch of the White Tiger Clan aimed at Potian and grabbed a claw, but to his surprise, this claw failed to hurt Potian.

"How can the defense be so strong?"

The Patriarch of the White Tiger Clan was shocked.

You know, his claws can leave marks on the back shell of the master of the Xuanwu tribe, but they can't hurt this little monkey of the Holy Spirit level.

What is the origin of this little thing?

Just when he was surprised, Potian shot again.