"Why do mysterious people always attack suddenly these days?" Feng Yangxin was confused. A few days ago, the four major killers of Li Shang Chou Duan, Jin Pingfu and Xiao Hai disappeared inexplicably, and today a mysterious one suddenly appeared.

The man in purple shirt, what happened to make all these experts take action? Is there something big going to happen?

Feng Yang's mind was spinning, but these thoughts were fleeting. He knew that this was not the time to think about these things. It was the top priority to resist this strong man with terrifying combat power. []

"You go with them first, leave this place to me." Feng Yang once again stood up and took on the responsibility of everyone's lives. Sometimes, it is undeniable that he is too strict with his brothers. He wants them to become independent.

A master, but when faced with a real life-and-death crisis, he still habitually takes on all the dangers alone, willing to face everything alone and not wanting his brothers to bear it with him.

"Brother Yang." Hua Tian, ​​Wu Hua and others took a step forward unwillingly, as if they wanted to show that they were not the kind of people who were afraid of death and left their brothers to escape alone. However, when faced with Feng Yang's determined eyes,

Even then, they still didn’t dare to say these words.

"Let's go..." Feng Yang shouted in a deep voice.

The girl also knew that the situation was urgent, so she turned around and ran to Wu Hua and others. Wu Hua and others took a deep look at Feng Yang, as if they had figured out what kind of man this was, and then they turned around and tried to leave.

"Want to run?" The purple-shirted man snorted disapprovingly, raised his arm slightly, and the energy of heaven and earth instantly turned into three sharp arrows and shot towards Wu Hua and others.

The sharp arrow pierced the air, causing a screeching sound that pierced the air. It was like a stream of light in the air, and it instantly chased after Wu Hua, Xi Yu and the girl.

However, at this moment, a figure appeared in front of the three sharp arrows at a speed faster than the flying sharp arrows. He swung his long sword quickly, and the three sword lights were like three lightning bolts, chopping up the three sharp arrows.

exploded.

A disdainful smile appeared on the corner of the purple-shirted man's mouth, and he waved his arm lightly again, seemingly slowly, but a long afterimage remained in the air. The afterimage has not yet been completely formed. It is formed by the condensed energy of the three heavens and the earth.

The sharp arrow flew past again, followed closely by an energy wave.

Feng Yang exerted the Xuanji Sword Intention to the extreme. Every sword strike was incredibly fast. In the air, everyone could only see the bright sword light flashing in the air. The flashing speed even made people think it was their own eyesight.

The misunderstanding occurred, but when it was clear, the eyes pierced by the sword light would hurt.

There were three soft sounds, and the three arrows were once again shattered by Feng Yang's long sword. However, at the moment when he had no time to take back the long sword, the energy shock wave had already flown past him and hit the girl's back.

back.

".." Feng Yang roared angrily, and without taking back the blade, he forced his body to spin on the spot, and his right leg was instantly filled with the explosive power of earth-shattering violence. With a series of air explosions, he volleyed in the air.

He kicked hard on that energy shock wave, which seemed to make people afraid to ignore it.

Xinxin kicked the energy shock wave back like a ball. The overflowing energy of the energy wave splashed everywhere, causing a shocking and deep ravine to be drawn on the ground directly below the energy wave, while several cracks appeared quickly on both sides of the ravine.

Spreading and spreading like a climbing snake.

"Oh my god, what level of strong men are these?"

"The lowest level of my man in purple is also a God of War. Otherwise, how could the silver-faced headhunter be so difficult to resist?"

"Martial God? The silver-faced headhunter can withstand the Martial God's attack. Doesn't that mean that his combat power is close to that of the Martial God?"

The people in Xunmeng Street were talking a lot, feeling the strong pressure spreading from there. Everyone was talking and retreating. After all, a battle between strong men at the level of Martial Gods and Martial Immortals was just casual.

It can destroy the entire street. No one would want to risk their own lives just for the sake of fun.

"Interesting." Even the man in purple shirt showed a hint of curiosity and surprise at this moment. This was the first time he encountered a freak who could kick his attack back. However, his reaction was amazing. He raised his arm suddenly.

He stood up, his palm turned into a knife, and his entire arm seemed to turn into a blade and slashed forward.

His arm was so slow that everyone could clearly see the trajectory of its fall, but the space felt strangely as if it had been scratched by his arm. The space was distorted and turbulent, and the energy wave that was kicked back was

It seemed as if it automatically hit the arm chopped off by the man in purple, and was instantly chopped open by his arm.

The energy wave exploded, turning into huge shock waves that shot out in all directions. Like a blinding light, it instantly swallowed up the purple-shirted man within a few feet, and even the purple-clothed man's body was completely destroyed.

The ground submerged by this ray of light was not the ruins of Huawei that exploded inch by inch and houses were impacted. However, when the light dissipated, the man in purple shirt still stood there safely, without even moving.

Move a millimeter.

"Damn, so strong." This situation gave Feng Yang a headache. He now truly felt unprecedented pressure. He had to forcibly open the first two acupoints of the Nine Paths of Samsara, which instantly improved by four points.

With super strength, the third-level Martial Immortal was promoted to the first-level Martial God, but this forcible improvement of strength relies on forcibly stimulating the body's potential, which is equivalent to an overdraft and is not a long-term solution. It seems to be a bit of an external force.

He was forcibly promoted to the level of a Martial God, but he did not have the lasting combat power of a true Martial God. Especially when faced with such a powerful Martial God with astonishing combat power, Feng Yang himself could not guarantee how long he could last, and he could only survive as a dead horse.

Horse doctor, let’s give it a try.

"The secret method that can also improve your strength is a bit interesting." Although Feng Yang forcibly upgraded his strength to a first-class Martial God, in front of the man in purple, he was still as small as an ant, and it seemed that he could not move even a finger.

After effortlessly squeezing him to pieces, he suddenly spread out and flew high, leaving a voice behind: "But I don't have time to play with you now."

However, when the man in purple shirt finished speaking, a look of astonishment suddenly appeared on his face, because a figure suddenly and strangely appeared in his line of sight, and it was Feng Yang. This speed made him a little surprised.

"I want to play with you now." Feng Yang sneered.

"You are looking for death." The man in purple's expression suddenly darkened, and he waved his arms rapidly, and the energy of the world began to riot with his waving arms.

"laugh."

Feng Yang did not condense the energy of heaven and earth. He just extended his arm and stabbed the purple-shirted man with a sword. However, the lethality of this sword was not lower than any attack that condensed the energy of heaven and earth. It was even more powerful.

The purpose of condensing the energy of heaven and earth is to use the energy of heaven and earth to fight for a long time and enhance the lethality of martial arts. However, controlling the energy of heaven and earth requires a process of condensation, but Feng Yang's Xuanji Sword Intent uses the most direct moves to exert the most terrifying lethality.

, just ordinary thorns contain the lethality of killing with one hit, so Feng Yang does not need to waste time to control the energy of heaven and earth.

The first thrust of the Xuanji Sword Technique, the long sword pierced the air, like a dragon swimming out of the sea to attack the Yellow Dragon. A dazzling rainbow appeared in the sky, and the man in purple could not help but change his face slightly due to the overwhelming pressure.

"bite."

The purple-shirted man's fingers were so fierce that he actually caused Feng Yang's sword to miss its target. The blade flew from the side of the purple-clothed man. At the same time, Feng Yang and the purple-clothed man attacked each other at the same time.

bite!

There was another piercing sound, and the man in purple opened the sword in Feng Yang's hand with his finger. The terrifying strength contained in his finger made Feng Yang fly into the air.

However, the man in purple shirt did not get any benefit. The sharp force on the blade also made his fingers numb. At this moment, the fingers that had never been injured actually overflowed with blood. Seeing the blood, the man in purple shirt seemed to be affected by something.

It was so exciting, and his eyes were even more sinister, like a colorless beast.

"Why are these fingering techniques and finger strength so similar to the Soul-Destroying Nianhua Finger?" Seeing the power of the opponent's light fingers, Feng Yang's heart was already in a state of turmoil. He had been practicing the Soul-Destroying Nianhua Finger created by his father Feng Xin for a long time.

, are very clear about the mystery and power of this set of fingering techniques, and the fingering technique used by the opponent just now is very similar to the Nianhua Soul-Destroying Finger.

Thinking of this, Feng Yang's first thought was that the Netherworld Ghost Sect had taken away his father's possessions, and they did not rule out the possibility that they could obtain his father's unique knowledge. When he thought of this, Feng Yang felt a wave of excitement in his body.

His anger rose to the level of magical suppression. He shouted loudly and used the Xuanji Sword Technique to its extreme. Each sword was like a rainbow piercing the sun. The speed of each sword was faster than the speed of sound. The sword light tore through the space and filled the air.

Beside the man in purple shirt.

However, the man in purple shirt is not easy to deal with. In Jianmang, he can always use the windy blade at the critical moment. Although his fingers have become bloody due to the collision with the blade, they are still

No concessions.

After fighting hard for a long time, Feng Yang, who relied on secret methods to be forcibly promoted to the first-level Martial God, gradually revealed his disadvantages that were not his true strength. The man in purple seized a gap, counterattacked, bullied himself in front of Feng Yang, and stamped hard on Feng Yang with a palm.

He raised his chest and shot Feng Yang backwards, landing in the air several feet away.

"Die." Seeing Feng Yang's body flying backwards, the man in purple suddenly spread his body and chased after him before he could stabilize himself.

"Air blast punch." Feng Yang, who was flying upside down in the air, didn't care what posture his body was in. He raised his fist and struck hard at the purple-shirted man who was still a few feet away.

Bang.
Chapter completed!