The people watching the battle on the riverside were amazed and shocked.

With such a fierce battle, they were really afraid that the sky would be smashed and the world would become purgatory.

One is known as the No. 1 poison king in the world on the Shenzhou Continent, and the other is the rising star of Southwest Jiangcheng, the son-in-law of the Liu family, how could the straight lines of the two breakpoints have an intersection without warning?

Today, the two of them, one old and one young, fought a battle on the bank of the North Lake that could cause a sensation in the whole of China, and the people of the world were in an uproar.

Oh, my God!

Why is this the case?

When Wang Buliuxing continued to try to run the fourth exercise, he suddenly found that he was gasping for breath, and the internal organs in his body seemed to be about to jump out of his body, and bursts of qi and blood surged.

Could it be that he is old? He can't stand any toss?

No, no, it must not be like this, and you can't admit that you are old even if you are killed.

Wang Bupu's eyes raised a sad look.

For no other reason.

Looking at Ye Feiyang on the other side, he was holding the Fang Tian Painting Halberd in one hand, and he was full of vigor and enthusiasm, breaking through one by one, disintegrating his exercises.

It's full of energy, and it's like you never know how to get tired.

It was a male lion in the prime of his life, surging, roaring, unstoppable.

Wang Buliu was sad in the end, and he found that the exercises he had run, and the last fortification bottom line was being cracked by Ye Feiyang very quickly, and he couldn't resist it.

After all, he is old, and his skills are not as good as others.

Even if he refuses to admit defeat, what can he do? Under the brave destruction of this passionate boy, the last line of defense he laid out will inevitably be breached.

In the twilight years of the martyrs, they can only laugh and laugh, and if they are serious, they will lose.

"The old puppet surnamed Wang!

There are no more than three good things.

When Ye Feiyang's last move disintegrated Wang Bupu's last line of defense, the Fang Tian Painting Halberd in his hand stabbed high, and then sent it forward.

Boom!

The last trump card has already been played by Wang Buliu, he has no ability to avoid Ye Feiyang's surprise attack.

Fang Tian's halberd stabbed in.

It was a ferocious shot, a domineering shot, and a mighty shot.

The invincible number one poison king in the world, his final outcome was turned into a painting halberd by a cold and shining ice sculpture, which pierced through his entire body in one fell swoop and was nailed to the lakeside.

Tick...... Tick...... It was the sound of blood splashing under the lake, it was the dance music of the dead, and the Sanskrit sound resounded through the sky, shaking the world.

The number one poison king in the world in the Shenzhou Continent--- Wang Buliu died.

The cause of death was extremely tragic, he was crucified in the middle of a lake, and a generation of drug kings who could make the world talk about the tiger's color change came to an end, and the world had to sigh.

And the coffin that the king did not hesitate to carry all the way from afar, and finally buried him, which really shocked the world.

The world was in an uproar.

In the middle of the lake, the leaves fly like a statue.

stared the world's No. 1 Poison King to death on the lake, and his mood was unusually calm.

Looking back, he faintly skimmed the people on the other side of the lake, and the people were dead silent, as if they were waiting for him to say something.

Among the dense human heads, Ye Feiyang was able to send out a few familiar faces at a glance.

Ye Feiyang suddenly turned around, and Shi Shiran left.

It was only then, suddenly, that he turned around, as if he noticed that something was missing.

The white lake, the crystal coffin that collected the dead, was so glaring that it didn't fit in with everything around the lake.

Ye Feiyang's feet shook suddenly, and he opened his hands one after another.

In an instant, an incredible, shocking scene appeared.

I saw that all the plants around the lake suddenly withered and sprouted, and the branches and leaves were luxuriant, and then a more mysterious scene appeared, and the delicate flowers as bright as blood bloomed and bloomed, which was particularly eye-catching.

Oh, my God...... What the hell is going on?

How could the dead leaf plants on the lake flourish overnight, and finally bloom into delicate flowers in spring?

Mysterious and thriller!

Snow-capped, snowflakes in the winter, such a mysterious scene is a wonder in the world.

Southwest Jiangcheng is finally boiling.

All the TV media are scrambling to report this to each other, why all the dead wood plants in Jiangcheng actually sprouted vigorously overnight and bloomed all over the city.

People talk about it, all the TV media crazy coverage.

In the end, it can only be attributed to one sentence: strange things happen every year, and this year is especially many.

Lingnan is lonely.

The news that has been coming from Southwest Jiangcheng has been quiet for several days these days, and it is because the three words "Ye Feiyang" are not calm.

As soon as the Lingnan war book came out, the peak of Lingnan in the full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, as a generation of great grandmaster Dugu defeated the sky, he was going to fight with Ye Feiyang, the little son-in-law of the southwest river city, and everyone in the world was looking forward to the arrival of that day.

And now, the three words "Ye Feiyang" are almost the taboo of their Lingnan Dugu.

But so, they Lingnan Dugu can always hear the kid's "heroic deeds".

Attaboy!

In one fell swoop, he killed the world's first poison king without staying, which caused a sensation all over the world.

The cultivation of the world's first poison king is not low, and it is said that the poison king has broken through to the half-saint.

But why is it just a little son-in-law of the Liu family, who was able to kill the poison king?

Once this happened, the sky of the martial arts wind was stirred up again.

Ye Feiyang, this son is really not simple.

It is no wonder that Lingnan's Dugu defeated the sky and did not hesitate to write a war letter for that kid and fight the top of the full moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Dugu Yutian was dressed in blue, leaning against the pavilion, and his eyes occasionally glanced casually at a small doorman who was cleaning on the chapter platform below.

This doorman looks a little familiar, it is Tang Yibai who has been kneeling outside the gate of the manor for three days and three nights.

In the end, Tang Yibai suffered from heat stroke due to physical exhaustion and fainted.

It was also his downfall that Tang Yibai was "blessed by misfortune", and Dugu was a genius who accepted him as a sweeping doorman.

Regarding this doorman identity, Tang Yibai after waking up, he didn't mind at all. As long as he can enter the Dugu Sect, even if he is only a man, or a vulgar disciple who sweeps the toilet, he is willing.

What's more, now that he is just a doorman, Tang Yibai is already satisfied and grateful.

One day, he will apprentice under the throne of Dugu and become a true disciple of the great master.

Where there is a will, there is a way, the cauldron is broken, and the one hundred and two Qin passes belong to Chu after all; the painstaking people live up to the sky, and the three thousand Yuejia can swallow Wu.

That day will never be too far away.