The night was like frost, the cold wind blew a big haze, and the air was filled with the smell of bitterness in the mountains.
"It's you" Wan Xiangcen's beautiful eyes flashed with wonder, staring at the young man who came out of the darkness, the slender jade hand behind his back, and the palm overflowed with a rain of light, turning into pink aura petals, as sharp as a blade, bubbling with flames.
There was a fragrant fragrance in her jade skin, and she stood on top of the mountains, like a crystal flower.
The natural fragrance has attracted a large number of spirit butterflies.
Feng Feiyun walked over slowly and said, "I'm surprised that I'm not dead yet."
Wan Xiangcen's willow waist swayed, the ribbon on the fragrant shoulder was attracted by a purple aura, floated up, like the wings of a colorful butterfly, the hair on the head brushed above the cheeks, looking extraordinarily amorous, and said with a smile: "I'm just surprised, when you don't have much to live, you shouldn't go to your first beauty in the world, how could you come here?"
Boom, boom, boom, boom Four slender figures flew through the night, and four tall women in black robes with slender legs flew down.
All of them are well-cultivated, with crystal light flowing on their white skin, a black lotus suspended above their heads, and every hair is full of aura, and pulling out a hair can be used as the sharpest weapon.
Twelve black smoke and dust rolled in, and twelve old men who had lived for hundreds of years rushed over, all of them were in the realm of Heavenly Destiny, standing behind Wan Xiangcen, and the black essence was surging behind them, like a demon venerable carrying a black cloud on his back.
The four female guardians and the Twelve Roads Royal Highness guardians arrived at the same time, and Wan Xiangcen suddenly increased his confidence.
Originally, her cultivation was above the wind and clouds, but at this moment, she was even more fearless, stepping on a rain of flowers on her feet, her body floated, and she sat on a blooming seven-rank lotus platform in mid-air.
"Whoever captures the son of the demon alive, whoever can take the blood of the demon in his body, the hall master will have a heavy reward."
Wan Xiangcen sat on the Qipin Lotus Platform, his delicate face, bathed in the cold moon, adding a bit of nobility.
"Since he came to die, then I will give him a ride."
An old man's hands formed a seal, and a cloud of green mangs emitted between his hands, and a three-foot-long cyan ancient sword flew out of the green mangs, holding a long tail, and killed it towards Feng Feiyun.
Feng Feiyun slowly stretched out a finger, and a yellow light appeared on the finger, condensing the earthy atmosphere of half of the mountain range, and shattering this cyan ancient sword with one finger.
Stepping on the reincarnation speed, the body suddenly disappeared, and when it reappeared, it was already standing behind the old man, and he pointed out a finger lightly.
Finger light flying out.
The finger light of the old man's skin was pierced, piercing the back of his head and shattering all the divine consciousness in his head.
"Bang" The old body immediately fell straight to the ground, and a trace of blood flowed out of his dry eyes.
An old man who had lived for more than 300 years died in the hands of Feng Feiyun like this.
"The monks of the seventh hall of the Senluo Hall are nothing more than that, just a waste."
Feng Feiyun turned his head and stared at Wan Xiangcen in mid-air, his body immediately turned into a white smoke and flew up, and the smoke and dust swept towards Wan Xiangcen.
"Bold, dare to be disrespectful to our Highness."
Four women wearing black and gold cloaks flew up at the same time, tall and agile, offering the black lotus above their heads, and bursting out four waves of magnificent power, like four rounds of black sun.
These four female guardians are all extremely talented monks, who have experienced the tempering of life and death, broken through the forbidden land of murder, and survived in the magic mountain infested with strange beasts, and the monks who died in their hands are simply countless.
The black lotus above their heads is a peerless-level evil method, even if it is not compared to the twelve great evil skills, it is already about the same.
Especially when the four of them joined forces, their combat power was even more extraordinary, and they once seriously injured an old monk with the second heaviest destiny.
Feng Feiyun's body is like a ghost, shuttling among the four black lotuses, entering and exiting the realm of no one, and the four female guardians can't stop him at all.
"Boom" "Boom" Two fists blasted up from below, the golden light was shining, and the fists were as big as a fight, this was the punch of the two golden-faced old men, and the needs of the dragon and tiger were condensed on the fists.
These two old men majored in strength, and they were already able to fight the power of a tiger, and the blood and qi on their bodies could destroy the rivers and seas.
Feng Feiyun stretched out his hand directly, and a huge palm print slapped out, with five colors condensed on it, black, blue, yellow, white, and red, like five spiritual clouds filling the palm of his hand.
The huge palm pressed down, directly shattering the golden fist shadow, and the two old men were even torn apart by the palm prints, and they had no power to fight back.
There were already three Heavenly Mandate-level elders who had died at the hands of Feng Feiyun, and they couldn't go through a round in front of him.
"Fortunately, Feng Feiyun was hit by the rotten blood of the King of Hades, otherwise no one in the world would be able to compete with him."
Wan Xiangcen watched Feng Feiyun approach step by step, and the four female guardians and the twelve highness protectors couldn't stop him.
This is a killing god, even if he is hit by the rotten blood of Hades, he is still sharp, and there are very few people in the younger generation who can block him.
Wan Xiangcen has reached the third realm of the Mandate of Heaven, and his talent is extremely high, and he is the Royal Highness of the First Palace, and he can inherit the position of the hall master in the future.
With her cultivation, she is not afraid of Feng Feiyun at all, even if Feng Feiyun does not have the rotten blood of the Middle Yama King, if she wants to defeat her in the realm of the first weight of the Mandate of Heaven, it is absolutely impossible. can become the highness of the first hall, it is all a celestial character, and no one is easy to mess with.
"Bang" Feng Feiyun knocked out the second-grade spiritual qi thunder and fire beads, triggering the Quartet Thunder Tribulation, and a sea of thunder condensed above Wan Xiangcen's head and landed.
Wan Xiangcen sat quietly cross-legged, suspended on the top of the Qipin Lotus Platform, the sleeves of the green gauze waved upward, and a cyan cloud rushed up, directly breaking the thunder sea, stretching out a slender jade hand, wanting to seize the thunder fire bead.
"It's a pity that a second-grade spiritual weapon is in the hands of you, a dying person, let me keep it for you" Wan Xiangcen Xingxing's eyes were smoky, and his long eyelashes were blinking, looking a little playful.
This is a second-grade spiritual weapon, with extraordinary value, even if it is a giant-level powerhouse, they will be tempted by it.
"It depends on whether you have the skills or not."
The sound of the wind and clouds sounded in the cold wind.
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A whirlwind flew beside Wan Xiangcen, and a huge palm print shot out from the whirlwind, and then the figure of Feng Feiyun also flew out of the whirlwind.
Good speed.
Wan Xiangcen was slightly startled, Feng Feiyun's speed was too terrifying, it was comparable to a half-step giant, a monk under a half-step giant, no one could compare with him in speed.
This palm struck like lightning.
Although Wan Xiangcen was not shocked, she stretched out a white arm, and her five fingers were as slender as small white snakes, and a jade-colored crystal petal flew out of her palm, tearing Feng Feiyun's palm to pieces.
"Huh" The seven-rank lotus platform she sat on turned into a streamer and flew out, although Feng Feiyun's cultivation was not as good as hers, but the speed was terrifying, making her feel a trace of danger.
She didn't want to take risks, after all, the women who fell into the hands of Feng Feiyun didn't end well, and she didn't want to accidentally fall into the hands of Feng Feiyun.
How could Feng Feiyun let her get her wish, he would have appeared in order to capture Wan Xiangcen, so it was naturally impossible for her to escape.
Wan Xiangcen is the illegitimate daughter of the cave master of an ancient corpse cave in the Northern Xinjiang Mansion, and she has an extraordinary identity, even those Supreme Elders of the Seventh Hall have to avoid her for three points.
As long as she is captured, then she will have a bargaining chip to negotiate with the evil monks of the seventh hall, even if the dove nine trigram robe is taken away by the evil monk of the seventh hall, Feng Feiyun can also take Wan Xiangcen as a hostage and exchange the dove nine trigram robes back.
This is a risky move, after all, Wan Xiangcen's cultivation is more than five times higher than him, not to mention that there are four female guardians whose cultivation is not lower than Feng Feiyun and twelve old men in the Heavenly Mandate realm.
If you want to capture her, you must match the time and place, and you must take her down in the shortest possible time, otherwise if you alarm the giants of the seventh hall, then all the arrangements will be in vain.
Although the probability of success is very low, and once it fails, there may be no corpse, but Feng Feiyun is not afraid at all, he feels that it is worth the risk, and if he wants to take the tiger's mouth, he naturally has to take the risk.
"Huh" Feng Feiyun stepped on the reincarnation, his body was like a whirlwind, and he chased directly towards Wan Xiangcen, if she flew back to the camp of the seventh hall, then there would be no more chance.
"Feng Feiyun, your courage is too big, just because you want to fight with His Highness" "Let's talk about getting past us first."
"Boom" The four female guardians stretched out their slender jade arms at the same time, and a blood mark appeared on their wrists, overflowing a blood mist and rushing into the four black lotuses.
The four black lotuses rotated and collided with each other, forming a huge magic flower that erupted with devastating power and flew out like a turbine.
The grinding flowers caused the cold wind to turn into a dragon, and the tearing power swept through the sky, making people's bodies and minds tremble.
These four female guardians are all extraordinary figures, each of them is amazingly talented, they belong to the level of anti-genius handsome, and their combat power is not much weaker than Feng Feiyun.
They joined forces to make a move, and that majestic momentum made the nine old men who were still alive all avoid retreating, for fear of being injured by the power of the magic flower.
Feng Feiyun also stopped, mobilizing the "Feather Stage" in the dantian.
The black shrine platform, only thirty-three zhang high, is like a holy monument carrying the aura of the Purple Mansion pressed down from the sky.
"Boom" On the feathering platform, the souls of eighteen supreme heroes were condensed, how terrifying the power was, and with one move, there were thunderbolts rolling down from the sky, directly knocking out the black magic flowers.
With the help of this force of recoil, Feng Feiyun stepped on the feathering platform and flew directly above Wan Xiangcen, crushing down from the sky.
"Boom" Wan Xiangcen's fairy face was a little smiling, and the Qipin Lotus Platform under him had already flown to the top of a big river, stopped, stood proudly on the Qingguang Lotus Platform with a proud chest, and stood on the Qingguang Lotus Platform beautifully, like a fairy swimming in the blue sea, dusty and elegant, and slowly stretched out a jade lotus-like arm
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