Zheng Yuantong said a word, Xu Feng looked at his departing back, and did not stop him.

Some people say that Wang Wenyuan is the pride of the sky, and some people say that Wang Wenyuan is a madman, and Xu Feng also has a headache when he provokes such a difficult character.

In the end, Xu Feng quietly left the banquet in advance, and walked alone on the way home, on the lonely street, his pace gradually slowed down, someone came, the black liquid in his arms alerted, faintly restless.

This is a dangerous person.

In the darkness, a dark shadow galloped in, and the man moved.

The spear in black pierces like a dragon going out to sea, and the spear is like a wave.

Bang!

Xu Feng fist-to-gun.

The black liquid moved casually and wrapped in the fist, the tip of the gun collided with the fist, the body of the gun was bent like a full bow, the wrist of the man in black exerted force, the body of the gun instantly stood up, and a huge force was transmitted from the body of the gun to the tip of the gun.

With a bang, Xu Feng's figure retreated, and a deep footprint appeared under his feet every time he took a step back, but the gun seemed to chase lightning, step by step, and the man seemed to swear to kill Xu Feng.

Bang!

Xu Feng clasped his hands together to stop the attack of the tip of the spear, and there was black liquid wrapped around his palm, but the sharp tip of the spear did not cut through the skin. But the spear still advanced, like falling wood and rolling stones, directly bringing Xu Feng up and hitting it backwards.

"Huh?"

Just as Xu Feng was about to hit a wall, the man in black sensed the aura of danger and let out a cry of surprise.

The black liquid was flowing down the tip of the gun, and the tip of the gun quickly melted like ice cubes in water, and the man in black was startled, and his hands slid down the body of the gun, until the palm of his hand was against the tail end of the gun and suddenly exerted force, and the spear was like an arrow from the string, stabbing towards Xu Feng's chest, and the man in black abandoned the gun and retreated.

Rumble!

The walls collapsed and Xu Feng was buried in the rubble.

But the man in black did not leave, but stared at the ruins with blazing eyes, and unsurprisingly, the young man got up again.

Xu Feng shook off the dust on his body, his chest ached, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, and the black liquid quickly returned to protect his chest at the moment when the man in black abandoned the gun, although the tip of the spear did not pierce the skin, it fell like a heavy hammer.

This man in black is extremely dangerous, not like a disciple of a sword practitioner, nor like Wang Mazi, the latter Xu Feng has the confidence to fight, but this person is different.

Xu Feng breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Who are you?"

This question is often asked by others Xu Feng, but now Xu Feng is going to ask others, life is so ironic!

The man in black said coldly: "The one who killed you!"

The blood and qi surged, Xu Feng felt that his throat was sweet, he didn't deliberately suppress it and spit out a mouthful of blood directly, a lot easier, and said, "Before you die, can you tell your name?"

The man in black was silent for a moment and said, "Zhao Tianyuan!"

Xu Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and already knew who was going to kill him.

Wang Wenyuan!

This madman in Li Xuanying's mouth is really powerful, and he actually invited Zhao Tianyuan, who is also the third son of Tianji and the son of King Qing.

"Are you willing to be Wang Wenyuan's lackey?" Xu Feng was secretly accumulating strength, and the little pitiful true qi in the Qi Mansion Yuan Sea was condensed into his fist by him.

Zhao Tianyuan seemed to be aware of it, smiled slightly, stopped, and said, "It's just a favor for a friend." ”

Xu Feng said: "Because I beat his brother." ”

Zhao Tianyuan took a step back and said: "A madman, even if you kill his father, he won't trouble you, he wants to kill you because you deserve to die, I am willing to kill you, and I also feel that I should kill you." ”

"What should I die!" Xu Feng walked out of the ruins and took a step forward.

Zhao Tianyuan took a step back again and said, "Because you live in a deserted house in the south of the city! Because of your mother! Because of your father!"

"Do you know my father?" When Zhao Tianyuan said the last reason, Xu Feng stopped the black-clothed liquid that was about to gush out, and the news haunted him, making him stop at the moment of life and death.

"Tiangang is really thunder!"

Zhao Tianyuan took the opportunity to make a move, the sky was full of thunder, lighting up the night sky, above the nine heavens, the lightning flashed, the thunder rolled, and there seemed to be a thunder god hidden in it.

The Dao realm master comprehended the way of heavenly thunder, the real power of heaven and earth, Zhao Tianyuan bathed in thunder and lightning, and smashed down like colorful fallen leaves with a shot of heavenly thunder.

Xu Feng's figure fell to the ground with a bang, and one after another thunderbolts fell on him, black liquid protected his body, and every time the heavenly thunder hit it, it burst out with brilliant light.

"Some doorways!"

Zhao Tianyuan's eyes were like a torch, everything was in full view, his fingertips twisted slightly, the heavenly thunder was like a string of arrows, the previous arrow was connected to the tail of the next arrow, and it fell endlessly.

Even if the black liquid is mysterious and mysterious, it is only a part of the crockpot after all, and it exploded in an instant under the concentrated bombardment of the rolling thunder, and a gap was opened, and the thunder and lightning drilled into the gap.

The power of the heavenly thunder was mighty, and Xu Feng's sturdy body was unable to resist, and he fainted with numbness

The street calmed down, Zhao Tianyuan smiled coldly, took out a dagger and walked over slowly.

"The moon is dark and the wind is high, and the night kills!"

Suddenly, a drunken man appeared on the street, staggering, with a wine gourd in his hand.

Zhao Tianyuan saw that the drunk man actually bowed slightly, "Champion Gong." ”

The drunk said, "You can go." ”

The expression on Zhao Tianyuan's face did not change, and he said, "He is not dead yet?"

The drunken man was drunk, his body swayed and he simply sat on the ground, and said, "Isn't it enough that there is a madman in Tianji Pavilion?"

"This person is not dead, and Da Zhou is uneasy. Zhao Tianyuan's tone was firm and did not back down.

The drunkard took a sip of wine unhurriedly and said, "Do you think Wang Wenyuan really spied on the heavenly machine? ”

"The Son of Heaven is in the way, as a courtier, he should be loyal to the Son of Heaven!" Zhao Tianyuan was not only not moved, but his tone became a little more firm.

"How much do you know?" There was an old man who came out of the darkness, and it was the old man in the library.

Zhao Tianyuan was shocked when he saw the old man, and said, "Lord Si Ming?"

The old man said: "The purpose of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion is to serve the Son of Heaven, not to act recklessly. ”

"But..."

Zhao Tianyuan was unwilling, but before he could speak, he was interrupted by the old man, "Get out!"

The drunk also said, "Let's go, it's too late if you don't leave." ”

"The subordinates retired. In the end, Zhao Tianyuan chose to leave, and he didn't dare to disobey the strict orders of the Great Secretary of Tianji Pavilion.

After Zhao Tianyuan left, the drunk man said: "Wang Wenyuan, Zhao Tianyuan, I have a lot of loyal martyrs in Da Zhou, to be honest, the old man also wants to kill him with a knife." ”

The old man said: "Everyone in the world wants to kill his mother, and everyone in the world doesn't want to kill his father, but in the end they all die." ”

The drunk man said: "Maybe Wang Wenyuan really spied on the heavenly machine?"

The old man said: "The sky is unpredictable and changeable. The mind of the Son of Heaven is changing rapidly. ”

The two of them were talking, and there was a red dress that came with the wind.

Liu Ling saw the unconscious Xu Feng, and then looked at the old man and the drunk, without saying a word but with anger, she raised her hand slightly, the sword intent was pervasive, and the world was discolored.

Thousands of miles away in Ziyu Mountain, a child suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky.

The eternal monk under the horse chestnut tree waved his hand lightly and swept off the fallen leaves on his shoulders.

The person who was closed in Luoxia Mountain stepped out of the thatched house again, but instead of standing on the edge of the road, he waved out a book, and the book disappeared out of thin air, but in a blink of an eye, the book appeared again, but it was crushed by the sword intent, and the confetti fell like snow.

"Child, for the sake of Uncle Shi's face, stop!" the drunk man was completely drunk, and sweat was dripping from his forehead.

Liu Ling said: "Do you have face?"

The drunk was dumbfounded.

This champion of the Great Zhou Dynasty was born in Luoxia Mountain, and he is nominally the uncle of the girl in red in front of him, but who has the face of the girl in Luoxia Mountain, the scholar in the thatched house also has a headache when he sees the girl.

The old man said: "You can kill Zhao Tianyuan, but what about your friend? The girl listened to the old man's advice, the young man cared the most, and he must want to take revenge in person."

Liu Ling was silent and slowly withdrew his sword intent, turned his head to look at the sky, and said: "He is my friend, and he is willing to be my friend, if he dies one day, the person who killed him will definitely be my sword at first sight." ”

The old man and the drunkard were silent, and their hearts were uneasy, because they knew what Liu Ling's sword meant.

After Liu Ling left, Uncle Lin walked out of the dark corner.

The drunk man saw Uncle Lin's appearance clearly, and said in a lost voice: "You are not dead." ”

"I didn't die that easily. Uncle Lin sneered, picked up Xu Feng and strode away.