【One Thousand Three Hundred and Twenty Two】By the Wind Blood

Many true disciples saw Xuan Qingtian's gaze and couldn't help looking at each other, what did that mean? Could it be provocative? Could it be that Xuan Qingtian is also interested in Meng Yaqing? Yan Haoqi's face sank, and he sneered for a long time: "It's only recently that I broke through to the seventh-level realm, and I dare to compete with this young master. Don't meet me, otherwise..." Only Meng Yaqing knew that this Xuan Qingtian was from He never looked at himself from beginning to end. "Han Feng, what's going on?" Han Feng passed on the Scarlet Secret Realm and the Scarlet Pagoda to Meng Yaqing. After that, Han Feng immediately asked Xiao Pang: "Is this Xuan Qingtian..." Although Xuan Qingtian in the blood-colored secret realm was arrogant, he definitely did not give people a strange and uncomfortable feeling like today. Little Fatty sighed and said, "I've already been affected by the will in the blood core. Looking at it like this, it will be completely crazy within ten years." "The Fall of the God of War!" Sheng Yuan rioted, as if the punch that was about to break the sky smashed a naive disciple of the peak of the sanctuary peak, and his body bones were completely crushed. The companions of this ancient disciple all glared angrily at Zhanfu God, Zhanfu God turned a blind eye, but showed a sneer at Han Feng, as if saying: "This is your end." Han Feng did not have the slightest fear and looked directly at Zhanfu God . The God of War Fu felt that his dignity was challenged, and Chao Hanfeng made a contemptuous gesture: "You are not worthy of him." When speaking of her, God of War Fu pointed to Meng Yaqing. Meng Yaqing's expression turned cold, but she was about to say something but was stopped by Han Feng, who did not turn her head back, still looking at Zhanfu Shendao: "The old guy who has lived for a thousand years is thinking about people who are a few decades old. Ashamed." "You..." Zhan Fu Yu's face twitched, pointing at Han Feng, speechless. As a peak powerhouse in the sanctuary, he has a life span of four thousand years. One thousand years is equivalent to the early twenties of ordinary people. He is very young, but at this moment, he is called an old monster by Han Feng, and he is furious in his heart. But no amount of rage could hide the fact that Meng Yaqing was under forty. On the surface, it is true that the old cow eats the young grass, especially the young grass has long been owned. "Hmph." With a cold hum, God Zhan Fu stepped down with a dark face. On the high platform, the patriarch of the ancient clan where the disciple of the ancient clan who was severely injured by God Zhan Fu was very relieved. ... Soon, it was finally Han Feng's turn to appear. Han Feng's luck was not very good, and he met a true disciple of the fourth level of the peak of the Sanctuary in the first game. For Han Feng, even if it is an ancient genius, it is nothing but the fourth heaven of the peak of the sanctuary, but these ancient geniuses don't think so. "It's a pity. In the first match, I met a fourth-level opponent of the peak of the Sanctuary. I'm afraid I'm going to lose." Yan Haoqi gloated. "That's not necessarily." Xuan Qingtian showed a strange smile. Yan Haoqi leaned to the side without a trace, away from Xuan Qingtian: "What has Xuan Qingtian encountered in these years? Why has his aura become so weird, and this perverted smile, I'll go, this Xuan Qingtian Shouldn't it be a pervert?" On the field, Han Feng's opponent was from the ancient Zhufeng clan, and he was dressed in a white robe and looked polite. disciple. The Ancient Wind Chasing Clan did not rank high among the Ancient Clan, and they were barely able to enter the middle class, which was regarded as the lower middle class. Zhu Ze's politeness is obviously also a target, and Zhu Ze doesn't take a look at an outsider martial artist. "Chasing the blood of the wind, condense!" Boom! The wind was overflowing, and a huge storm was formed with Zhuze as the center. An earth-shattering eagle roar resounded in all directions, and after the storm passed, a huge purple holy eagle phantom appeared, and the icy gaze focused on Han Feng. Although the cultivation base is not as good as Yan Haoqi and others, as the first true disciple of the Zhufeng Ancient Clan, the blood of Zhuze is actually a top-level saint. Beyond the high-level holy bloodline level. Zhu Ze's cultivation level soared, and soon surpassed the peak of the sanctuary's sixth heaven, between the sixth and seventh heaven. "As expected of the Zhufeng Ancient Clan, as expected of the Zhufeng bloodline, this time his cultivation has surpassed that kid." A group of true disciples showed schadenfreude smiles.

"Wind by the wind!" Zhu Ze roared, and the cry of the holy eagle shook the sky again. With the flapping of the holy eagle's wings, the sky quickly darkened, and the pitch-black hurricane whistled with unparalleled power. For a moment, it is not an exaggeration to say that Zhu Ze's combat power has reached the seventh level of the peak of the sanctuary. "The holy pupil of the star, open!" The power of the star was activated, and the roaring Zhu Ze's expression instantly became dazed. The terrifying hurricane instantly became unstable, and the rumbling sound turned into an energy storm that swept away, and the energy that was rolled out impacted. For the rest of the hurricanes, the attack from Zhuze was weakened by several layers in a blink of an eye. "Emperor Burning Emperor's Finger!" A large sea of ​​flames condensed above Han Feng, and the eighth-tier Burning Heaven Emperor's venerable finger condensed a giant flaming finger, which instantly rushed into the hurricane. If it was in its heyday, these hurricanes would probably tear the giant fingers of flame to pieces in the blink of an eye, but the hurricanes that have been weakened now will perish with the giant fingers of flame. The giant finger of flame collided with the hurricane, and an endless whirlwind of flames instantly rolled out. "Holy flame armor, congeal!" The golden flames circulated, and the mighty and domineering armor was worn on Han Feng's body. The flame torrent slammed on the holy flame armor and was immediately split, turning into two weakened versions of the flame torrent passing through from the left and right sides. But Zhu Ze can't. Zhu Ze's bloodline has improved his cultivation level, but in his primordial spirit, he has barely risen to the fifth-layered realm. With Han Feng's current primordial spirit power combined with the holy pupil of the star, it is impossible for Zhu Ze to easily get out of trouble. . When the torrent of flames bombarded Zhu Ze's body, Zhu Ze was still immersed in hallucinations and did not react. Pfft...Zhu Ze suffered heavy damage, and Yuanshen was also surrounded by the holy flame of the star in the space of stars. what! Both the body and the primordial spirit were severely injured at the same time, causing Zhu Ze to scream. The next moment, Zhu Ze's body was blasted off the stage, and when he fell to the ground, he fainted. The red-robed old man stepped forward to investigate. The injury on his body was the second most serious. He could recover in less than ten days and a half, but the injury on the primordial spirit was estimated to be difficult to recover in less than half a year. "Hey! Zhu Ze is so defeated?" The expressions of the original indifference true disciples became solemn, especially some true disciples of the fourth level of the peak of the Sanctuary. If they really want to fight, they may not be much stronger than Zhu Feng. Zhu Ze was easily defeated, what about them? ............