"Ba Linglong, you're back after all!"

The Red Sun King shook his head slightly, his words full of emotion.

During the Warring States Period a thousand years ago, hundreds of schools of thought contended, there were countless masters from all sides, there were many strong people, and there were more than ten times more god-level and emperor-level masters than now, which can be described as an era of strong people.

And in that era, there was a killer, he and the Black Widow out of the same net organization, but he was more murderous than the Black Widow, extremely murderous, armed with the legendary killing weapon "Xuanyue", between the Seven Kingdoms to assassinate those high-ranking monarchs and ministers, never missed.

At that time, the Seven Kingdoms could be said to be innumerable, protecting those god-level emperors and ministers, I don't know how many, each of them is now a hegemon who can dominate one side, but he can't save people's lives from his hands, and even many people were killed by Ba Linglong during Ba Linglong's assassination!

Because the exercises practiced by Ba Linglong are to integrate their own eight emotions "joy, anger, sorrow, greed, hatred, madness", when speaking, with eight emotions at the same time, it is as if eight people speak at the same time, and the eight faces are exquisite, which is the title of Eight Linglong in the world.

Eight Linglong, who can be said to have ruled an era almost a thousand years ago, was one of the strongest people in that era, and the time for him to dominate did not pass until the outbreak of the Thousand Year God War.

And the thousand-year-old god war, Ba Linglong is also quite highlight, slashing countless masters under the sword, and surviving from the thousand-year god war.

But the purpose of his participation in the God War is not to get the approval of the aliens and take them out of the earth, but purely to participate in this game for the purpose of killing.

At the end of the Divine War, nine out of ten masters in the world were gone, and he was also severely injured, and finally in the iceberg on the edge of Tibet, he scattered the true essence of his own penance into it and hid it underground, and he himself turned into an eight-petal lotus flower and sealed himself in the iceberg.

The Red Sun Dharma King, in the era of the Eight Linglong, is considered a rising star, has been guarding the Potala Palace, in the Tibetan side of the Buddha practice, the moment of the invincible Eight Linglong, he has witnessed it with his own eyes, and also knows that the Eight Linglong is self-enshrined in the iceberg.

Many people believe that Ba Linglong is dead, but only he knows that Ba Linglong is just looking for a place to hide and heal his wounds, and once his injuries are exhausted, he will return to the world and become the invincible killer who has terrified countless strong people again.

"Red Sun, now, it must have been a thousand years, right?"

Eight Linglong moved his muscles and bones in the sky, and his voice came out, as if eight people were talking at the same time, which was shocking and terrifying.

"It's a pity, those old friends in the past, the dead died, the left left, the current world, it seems that it will make me feel very boring, I don't know, now there are any characters who can be hunted by my own hands!"

He licked his lips, the bloodthirsty light in his eyes pulsed slightly, and the expression of the Red Sun Dharma King was slightly condensed, this look was no different from a thousand years ago, this was still the cold-blooded killer who took pleasure in killing.

"Donor Qin Feng, thousands of years have passed, and your killing still can't be put down?"

The Red Sun King sighed softly.

The world only knows Ba Linglong, but they don't know Ba Linglong's real name, which is Qin Feng.

"Drop?"

Qin Feng's eyes flashed slightly, with a slight contempt.

"Red Sun, when I became famous, you were just a little novice in the Potala Palace, and now after a thousand years, you have the courage to preach in front of me?"

"Don't you remember how your master, the Great Myo Dharma King, died at my hands?"

"Talking to me about Buddhism and Zen theory, in my place, it won't work!"

This Tibetan Dharma King, who stood at the pinnacle of the world and cultivated to be on a par with the Dragon King Zhao Dingtian, the Holy See's Cardinal, the Destroyer and others, had no pomp at all in Qin Feng's eyes.

The Red Sun King pronounced a trumpet and folded his hands.

"Master Qin Feng, in the past thousand years, I have hardly left the Buda Palace for half a step, just to wait for the day when you return to the world in Tibet!"

"During the thousand-year-old God War, my master Daimyo, the Dharma King, was killed by you, and I have always kept this incident in mind, and I am waiting for you to return to the world, just to inherit the master's will and prevent you from continuing to be evil in the world. ”

"Now that the divine war is about to begin, you recover at this point in time, there will be a bloody storm again, I Buddha is merciful, since you are obsessed, then I will fight to the death, and I will leave you here!"

As the Red Sun Venerable King's words fell, the robe on his body floated in the air, turning into a huge red curtain, and then he gently rolled up his sleeves, and one palm was already pressed into the space.

The light of the Buddha loomed on his body, and he was hit by a tantric Buddha, blocking in front of the cracked snow-capped mountain.

"Oh, you're going to leave me?"

Eight exquisite Qin Feng, with a cold smile on the corner of his mouth.

"It seems that after a thousand years of recovery, the first one to come to the door to die, is your red sun!"

"Tantric Mahamudra, Zhenshan River!"

The Red Sun King didn't answer, just muttered softly, and then pushed out with both palms.

The hands of the giant Buddha were like two high walls, pressing towards Qin Feng layer upon layer, and the speed was in pieces.

This tantric mudra is the real immortal mastery of the Tibetan side, when Zhou Weiyong and Chu Yunfei fought on Hong Kong Island, he used it, and it was extremely powerful.

And the Red Sun Dharma King, who is at the pinnacle of the imperial level, is even more obscuring the sky, covering almost the entire sky, if it is hit, it is a skyscraper, and it can be bulldozed in an instant.

"I can't help myself!"

Qin Feng sneered, grabbed it with one hand, and countless snow was pulled into the air by it, forming a snow wall, colliding with two gilded handprints.

"Boom!"

The sky collapsed, the earth shook, and the villagers who saw this scene were so frightened that they retreated, calling the gods to fight.

The Red Sun Dharma King's eyes were slightly condensed, his strength was even terrifying, this palm had already used ten percent of his strength, but Qin Feng just waved his hand casually, and took his stunt.

"Red Sun, your current cultivation is also on the same level as the cultivation of the old bald donkey of the Daimyo Dharma King, and you want to stop me, a fool is dreaming!"

Qin Feng sneered, and then, the blood light around his body surged, and the True Yuan split the sky, and finally turned into a blood-colored energy, which was concentrated in his right hand.

"Tian Yuan Fist!"

He punched out flatly, and the blood-colored energy, like a blood line, shot out, and two gold-plated handprints were directly penetrated from it, and the blood light did not decrease, turning into a condensed fist, hitting the palm of the Red Sun Dharma King.

The Red Sun Dharma King suddenly snorted, the soles of his feet stepped on the sky dozens of steps, blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were horrified.

One move, just one move, Qin Feng broke his attack and injured him.

"Red Sun, remember that when I was injured, you served me tea and water, I will spare your life today, if you dare to stop me next time, you will be killed!"

Qin Feng's domineering voice came, and the Red Sun Dharma King wanted to stop it, but he saw a bloody light rushing to the sky.

He froze where he was, stunned.

This invincible killer across the Seven Kingdoms has arrived, and I don't know how many variables it will bring to the upcoming God War.

In the sky, Qin Feng's figure flashed rapidly, penetrating the space, but there was a faint expectation in his heart.

"I don't know, what my descendants will look like now after a thousand years!"

Three hours later, Jingcheng University.

Qin Ruoshui had just finished today's class and was going to make an appointment with Bai Xianxian to eat in the dining hall, but not far from the teaching building, a bloody light suddenly flashed in front of her eyes, making her almost unable to open her eyes.

After a while, she came back to her senses, and a middle-aged man dressed in an extremely retro dress appeared in front of her.

"Excuse me, ...... you are?"

The moment he saw the middle-aged man, Qin Ruoshui only felt as if he had seen a long-lost relative, very kind, and even had an urge to worship the ground.

The middle-aged man stared at Qin Ruoshui for a moment, then suddenly shook his head.

"I can't imagine that the descendant closest to my bloodline after a thousand years will be a daughter!"

He spoke with emotion, and then suddenly his eyes changed.

"Little girl, tell me your name!"

Qin Ruoshui was confused, but he still replied with a ghost: "My name is Qin Ruoshui!"

"Qin Ruoshui, good name!"

The middle age was Qin Feng, who had recovered from the Tibetan border a few hours ago.

"Okay, it's my daughter's body, since you are the closest descendant to my Qin Feng bloodline, I will give you the power to be proud of the world, come with me!"

His voice fell, and he grabbed the palm of his hand, and before Qin Ruoshui could speak, she had already disappeared into the campus with Qin Feng.