Zhutian Avenue

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Ke Mengfan took a deep breath.

Martial arts has reached his level, and there is already a sense in the meditation. When Feng Qingxuan set foot in this city, he already felt something.

But when he saw him, he realized that the Son of the Demon Sect was much stronger than he thought.

Crowded on the long street, he stood by his hands, and deprived all eyes.

No matter how you look at it, you cannot ignore his existence.

Soaring and domineering.

At a glance, Ke Mengfan knew the will of the demon Son of Demon.

"A mere spectacle of weaponry actually motivated the Son."

Ke Mengfan drank his wine from the kettle and chuckled:

"But when I heard that Mozong has always been low-key, and the Holy Child's Church appeared, did you not be afraid of the people in the court?"

"Low-key?"

Feng Qingxuan's eyes were calm and calm: "It was the saints before and after, they will not hide behind the scenes!"

Ke Mengfan was surprised.

The Six Prison Demon Sects have a long tradition, but they have not survived so far not because they are unmatched, but because they have never appeared in the river.

Even if Pang Wanyang ruled the Demon Sect decades ago, he didn't really come out.

Now, the Six Prison Demon is going to be born?

What confidence do they have, that they dare to risk the world and be born?

You know, although the Six Prison Demon Sect is powerful, it is still worse than the world's right way martial arts, and the court will not tolerate them.

Just Pang Wanyang alone?

Whispers ~~~

Feng Qingxuan stood with his hands. Although it looks like the following, it gives the illusion of looking down:

"Submit me, spare you not to die."

"Submit? Hahaha."

Ke Mengfan's eyes lightened slightly, and then he smiled coldly:

"You're kidding, not funny."

"Holy Son, never kidding."

Feng Qingxuan sighed softly:

"Looks like you made a choice ..."

Feng Wuxuan's clothes suddenly moved without wind when the words were flowing, hunting.

The robes of flowing gold on the black bottom are rising like the starry sky.

Suddenly, the surging anger has whistled out, just like a sudden wave slamming the Quartet!

Click!

With Feng Qingxuan as the center, the surrounding slate cracked and shattered instantly, and the ripples visible to the naked eye swept past, and then a brutal cold-hearted killing broke out.

boom!

Suddenly there was chaos on the long street, and the tourists walking around were suddenly scattered by the turbulent air like a straw under the impact of the qi!

Many people have been shaken into the flesh at the moment when their anger is rising!

The screams were soaring!

"brute!!!"

On top of the emperor's concubine, Ke Mengfan was furious.

He never expected that Feng Qingxuan would dare to kill on the street!

Bang!

The next moment, the entire emperor was shocked, as if the earth dragon turned over, suddenly tilted!

Above the seventh floor, a magnificent sword rises into the air, like Tianhe one hanging down.

A sword stabbed, and everything in Ke Mengfan was swept away.

Only the sun rising in the mighty sun, the sword like the red sun is violent, the sword light roars down like the boundless glory of the big sun.

Among Cancan's sword lights, Ke Mengfan's figure stretched naturally and wishfully, like an eagle hitting the sky, like a fish flying shallowly, naturally and with endless killing power.

Among the mighty sword light, I do not know when it has appeared on the crystal-like transparent sword in his palm with a faint golden light, gently groaning.

"You **** it!"

With a sword flowing, Ke Mengfan's heart swelled, and Jian Guang followed his heart, and changed from Puzhao Heaven and Earth to destruction!

Suddenly, it had poured down, covering up the screams of chaos on the long street.

"A sword is awe-inspiring. With this sword, this trip is already without loss ..."

A faint smile appeared on Feng Qingxuan's face in the turbulent howling wind:

"I just don't know, can you pick me up ..."

Looking down, I saw his flying black robe underneath his flowing gold robe, and his slender and glaring palms did not know when he had pressed his waist.

That black ink-like long knife is on the handle.

The knife is three feet and two inches long, and the sheath is extremely dark. It is a deep black, as if all light should be absorbed by it.

The knife has not yet emerged from the sheath, and an invisible killing has flooded the entire street.

All crying, scolding, sorrowing, wailing, crying and crying at the moment seemed to be at a standstill.

Uh ~

Then, a slight blade sounded.

On the long street, in the boundless sword light, it seems that a round of 'Big Day' suddenly lights up.

A round of white 'big day'!

Under the dark scabbard, there is the forest cold light that shines like the morning star and the sun!

This knife seems to have nothing fancy, and it seems to contain all the subtle changes. Although it is a knife, it can also be a million knife!

The dawn of the sword light has wiped out countless sword lights down the river.

Then, like a dragon in Tengyuan, the forest blade is rising in the sky in the layers of ripples!

The edgeless edge is instantly condensed and unified, and under the unmatched blade, whether it is airflow or dust, or other things, it is unsurprisingly divided into two!

On the long streets around, and on the buildings, the people who saw this trowel light, whether ordinary people or masters of martial arts, felt cold and cold, as if they were beheaded.

Ke Mengfan, who bears the brunt of the accident, smelled a long-lost death in the light of Mori Han's sword.

This knife.

Enough to kill him!

Even though I have long known that Feng Qingxuan's martial arts might be above myself, how can I not be able to take it across?

The thoughts flickered by, the rising edgeless sword light converged instantly, and under the backflow of a lot of sword gas, Ke Mengfan looked like he was wearing a sword gas.

Its steam was vigorous, and Jianguang dived down like a dragon.

Meet the billowing Mori Han Daoguang!

铮铮 铮 ~~~

The next instant, countless times of golden iron and iron symphony made a ball, and spread across the entire street in an instant!

The screams of countless passersby were covered by the sound of gold and iron.

The sky sword lightsabers disappeared, as if the clouds had completely dispersed.

Someone looked up. Above the sky, ticking blood dripped down like rain.

Then, it was a piece of crystal clear flesh skin, scattered like a powdery skeleton.

Hum ~

Long knife goes to the sheath.

Above the long street, the boiling wind and waves calmed down, and the black robe dangled, touching the land that had long been ruined underfoot.

"Take me three swords, not bad, not bad."

Feng Qingxuan loosened the handle and wiped off a splash of blood on his face. His words were long:

"Give me your sword, you die well."

He looked around, blood ran down the ruined long street, and the surrounding buildings and pedestrians trembled on the roof.

The people crying at this moment seemed to be silent at the moment, as if they had been dumb.

When his eyes touched, he bowed his heads, his face was pale, he shivered a lot, and there was no shortage of pee and urine.

"A group of ground worms ..."

With a grin, Feng Qingxuan walked out of the city.

Upon hearing this, some people filled with anger, some people tried to hide their hearts, and some people laughed bitterly.

However, wherever he went, everyone evaded and did not dare to stop them.

"It has ended?"

At this time, Bai Xianer had just arrived, and looked at the messy place and the **** gas that had not yet dissipated.

In such a short period of time, a master of the ranks of weapons has been beheaded by Feng Qingxuan?

"Son......"

Bai Xianer's lips wriggled twice, and she saw Feng Qingxuan walking slowly not far away.

"what!"

At this time, a sharp cry sounded.

Bai Xianer looked sideways, and saw Chi Changkong smirking and holding a woman with a beautiful appearance in his hand, striding forward.

He was tall, and even though the woman was struggling madly, she couldn't get rid of his palm at all, and her face with tears was pale and hopeless.

The color of disgust flashed in her eyes, and Bai Xianer looked back.

Even after seeing this kind of thing many times, she still hated it very much.

"Son."

Chi Changkong bowed to salute:

"This woman ..."

Snapped!

A crisp sound.

Chi Changkong screamed and was pumped off the ground. The scarecrow flew out several feet and crashed a wall.

"What's your name?"

Feng Qingxuan raised her chin-like woman's chin with her fingers, and a faint smile on Jun Mei's face:

"Ke Mengfan is dead, are you happy?"

"Dead, dead ..."

There is a bit of pain in the eyes of the Qingxiu's lost eyes ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ It seems that you are not happy. "

Feng Qingxuan looked down:

"If such a master dies, how can no one be buried?"

As soon as Bai Xianer's heart was cold, he heard ‘click it’ with a crisp sound.

The woman had fallen to the ground without bones.

died.

All love and hate, but ‘click it’.

Feng Qingxuan looked dull, as if an ant had been pinched to death, and the smile on Bai Xianer's face was almost frozen.

"Holy, holy ..."

In the dust of the wall ruins, the red sky with gray head and dirt face did not dare to get up.

"You are also worth picking up food behind Ben Shengzi?"

Feng Qingxuan flick sleeves:

"Without the face of Uncle Chi Lian, I will kill you this time."

Chi Changkong's face was as soiled as he could not speak.

At this moment, he suddenly understood why Bro Yunlong knew Feng Qingxuan had come and left.

This man is truly moody.

"Let's go, those hawks, it's time to come out and wash the floor."

Without looking at Chi Changkong, Feng Qingxuan walked out of the city:

"who is the next?"

Bai Xianer took a deep breath, suppressed many thoughts, and responded with a smile:

"Elder Beggar, Shi Wanlong ....... Weaponry ranking, twenty-seventh place."

"Beggars, good."

Between Yu Yinyu, Feng Qingxuan's figure has disappeared into the sight of everyone.

Until then, the sky was extremely ugly, and he dared to rise from the ruins.

Bai Xianer didn't look at him, and hurried to catch up.

"Hateful, hateful ..."

Chi Changkong's chest rises and falls, and the gas explodes:

"Damn Bai Xianer, you dare to look down on Lao Tzu! Sooner or later I will **** you, **** you !!!"