Chapter 2710 A Brazen Blow

"Ancient spiritual soul?"

"I didn't expect to be in the Heavenly Demon Palace!"

The vast voice sounded again between heaven and earth. "Lord Saint, you have already entered the Saint level. Now that you are attacking a powerful person in the realm of the realm, aren't you afraid of being laughed at by others and bullying the small ones?" Suddenly, Yan Jing flew into the sky, and a lonely figure looked particularly special. Stubborn, looking to the sky

The empty black hole of space, the eyes are firm.

"Ajing!"

"elder sister!"

When Ba Jiming and Yan Yu saw Yan Jing flying out, they were stunned for a moment, with worried looks on their faces.

If they offend a saint, a little guy of their level can be wiped out of the universe with just one thought.

"How dare you interfere with my affairs?" A confused voice sounded. An inexplicable majesty descended on Yan Jing's body, causing Yan Jing's complexion to change instantly, her bones creaking, as if she was under great pressure, and bright red blood oozed from her pores, but even so , in Yan Jing’s eyes

His tenacity has not changed at all.

"The little girl just needs to take care of unfair things." Yan Jing looked at the black hole and said softly with almost all her strength.

"I think this Shadow Killer King has a close relationship with you, but it would be too naive for you to want to stop me from killing him." Cang Mang said in a voice. Yan Jing curled her moist lower lip with her teeth and said: "If the Saint really wants to kill someone, who can stop him? But isn't it possible that the Saint is not afraid of creating karma and killing a realm king in your capacity?" , I think it will have very heavy consequences.

In the future, it may not be possible to reach the level of ‘Emperor’. "

"Oh, you even know cause and effect. It seems that your status in the Drought Demon Clan is not low." Cang Mang's voice sounded again after two seconds this time, saying: "But no matter how eloquent you are, you can't change me. Determination."

At the same time as the voice fell, a strong wind blew past, and Yan Jing flew away directly, her face turned pale, and a mouthful of blood spattered from her mouth.

Zhuo Bufan's figure swept past, flew behind Yan Jing, and hugged the latter's soft waist. The strength passed through Yan Jing's body and poured into Zhuo Bufan's body again, making Zhuo Bufan's throat feel sweet and blood rushing to his throat. at.

"What a saint. He can be so domineering with just a ray of thought. But today I have to kill Mr. Jinpeng. I want to see what a ray of saint's thought can do." A flash of blood flashed in Zhuo Bufan's eyes. Brilliance.

"Fenglei Mountain!"

As he spoke, Zhuo Bufan opened his bloody mouth and softly spat out three words.

Yan Jing looked at Zhuo Bufan, who was covered in blood and looked quite embarrassed, and his eyes suddenly turned red. He was like a wounded wolf cub, but he had the stubbornness and belief to never give up. This look made people feel sorry for him. As the three words "Zhuo Bufan" blurted out, the scarlet swirling cloud surged again, the space tore apart, and a majestic and thick mountain peak dropped from the swirling cloud. The mountain was dark, as if it were made of fine iron, and was filled with the power of the law of wind and thunder. ,call

Howling and howling.

A great sense of oppression descended on the world.

The eyes all over the sky were filled with horror, looking at the 'Wind and Thunder Mountain' that appeared in the space crack. Everyone felt the destructive fluctuations above. This is definitely a very powerful treasure.

A magic weapon at the Qiankun level!

And it is a high-end quality among the Qiankun level magic weapons!

No one thought that Zhuo Bufan had such a trump card, that he actually possessed a Qiankun-level magic weapon.

"The Lord of Wind and Thunder's universe-level magic weapon?" Cang Mang's voice sounded, with a hint of surprise.

Jin Peng Langjun looked up at the majestic black mountain where the scarlet swirling clouds tore apart and landed. His breath had been locked in. Under the Fenglei Mountain, he could only feel a feeling of insignificance and weakness all over his body.

"Ancestor, save me, I can't die." Mr. Jin Peng's pupils narrowed, a look of fear appeared on his face, and he shouted repeatedly.

"Even if you have a universe-level magic weapon like Fenglei Mountain, I will not let you kill Mr. Jinpeng today." Cang Mang's voice contained a trace of majesty and anger, resounding throughout the world.

"Then, let's give it a try." Zhuo Bufan gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth.

He was already exhausted, but he still forced his energy to communicate with Fenglei Mountain. The power of every cell in his body was almost completely drained.

Boom!

Boom! When Fenglei Mountain appeared, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and the space shattered inch by inch. The speed was slow but unstoppable, and it fell towards Mr. Jinpeng. This extremely strong sense of oppression instantly caused the ground to collapse, and wide cracks appeared... …spreads like lightning

open.

In the black hole, a huge palm poked out again, and suddenly blocked the top of Mr. Jinpeng's head. Fenglei Mountain fell on the palm, and the giant palm trembled, but it actually stopped Fenglei Mountain from falling.

"The saint is hundreds of millions of kilometers away, but the power of a single thought is so terrifying!" Zhuo Bufan had a bitter look on his lips.

Compared with the Saint, he is indeed too weak, as weak as an ant.

"Zhuo Bufan, you can't kill me!" Jinpeng Langjun saw this, the sadness in his brows disappeared, replaced by a joke, "Seeing you try your best to kill me, but you can't do anything, my heart is really It's so refreshing." Yan Jing stood next to Zhuo Bufan, looking at Zhuo Bufan with clear eyes. In addition to worry and concern, there was also a trace of doubt. She was very close to Zhuo Bufan. When everyone's attention was attracted by Fenglei Mountain , but she felt that Zhuo Bufan was

There is also an obscure and mysterious power surging on it.

"You look like this, you really deserve a beating!"

Zhuo Bufan suddenly grinned.

call out!

The Ice Emperor's Rain Sword penetrated the void and shot toward Jin Peng Langjun's throat with extremely fierce speed.

"Jie Jie, you half-dead trash, you still want to kill me with this sword?" Mr. Jin Peng's eyes turned cold, he was extremely disdainful, and he smacked his palm suddenly.

Clang!

The sound of gold and iron exploded, and the Ice Emperor's Rain Sword was knocked backwards and flew out. But at this moment, Mr. Jin Peng saw that there was no disappointment on Zhuo Bufan's face. Instead, there was a very strange smile spreading on his face. This smile made his heart skip a beat, and then he felt a pain in his back, which was as thick as an arm. ,dark

A red vine ran through his chest from his back, dripping with blood, dripping... He could feel the vitality and power in his blood being absorbed by this vine... The flow of vitality made the scene in front of him gradually blurry, and he looked at the distance in the distance. Zhuo Bufan, who had blood on his face, the muscles on his face twitched, and the two horizontal lines in front of his eyes closed together and turned into one

Tiny horizontal lines, eventually darkness.

Behind Zhuo Bufan, a strange purple light array appeared.

It turns out that the 'Fenglei Mountain' and 'Ice Emperor's Rain Sword' were all used to cover up his use of the underworld formation. In the end, he relied on the underworld formation to penetrate the space, hide the fluctuations, and use the Blood Demon Ripe as a sword to penetrate the chest and abdomen of Jinpeng Langjun.

"Mr. Jinpeng..." The vast voice contained overwhelming anger. The palm print that originally resisted Fenglei Mountain suddenly turned into a hurricane and swept towards Zhuo Bufan. A ray of thought from the saint can make countless stars collapse. Who can resist this angry palm!