The king of the Golden Wings used moderate force, and struck them down, humiliated them, but did not kill them.

The countless cultivators watching from afar were full of joy and anger, and all of them were in a state of flux.

Yao Yichi, who was covered in a black robe, smiled to himself: "This Jin Yanbiao is quite good at playing, I don't need to make a move", and watched with a smile on the side.

At this time, the King of Jinpeng was almost crazy!

For more than ten years, the revenge of killing the son has been depressed, but the old revenge has not been avenged, and a new revenge has been added.

Now that this cloudy sky has finally fallen into his hands, it is still within the Cutting Realm, how can he not be agitated in his heart, how can he not be crazy!

God help me!

He sighed in his heart: Sheng'er, Xiao'er, for my father, I will avenge you now!

The spiritual light in his hand floated, and suddenly there was a long whip spirit weapon, and the whip continued to beat white on the small hillside, accompanied by his low roar, and whipped through the bodies of the cultivators one by one.

In the restraint of the spiritual power of the cultivators, they were not allowed to move, nor could they sacrifice the spiritual power shield, and only had a little external spiritual power to resist.

The whip was struck directly at their defenseless bodies.

They wailed and screamed in pain, resounding through the sky, and after only a few lashes, their faces were covered with scars, their skin was open, and their blood was dripping.

Yun Tian roared angrily: "Old horseman, there is a kind of coming at me, don't hurt the innocent!"

He didn't call King Jinpeng by his name, hundreds of cultivators were in such a dangerous situation right now, but he maintained his last calmness and sanity.

But where could the black-clothed man with the whip hear it, he still threw a large amplitude, listened to the wails, and whipped them one by one.

The hundreds of cultivators sighed for a while, chattering.

"Old man, come at Lao Tzu! Don't you want to kill Lao Tzu? Lao Tzu is here, come on, ...... you", Yun Tian continued to scold angrily with pain.

After another whipping, the black-clothed man flashed from the sky, and finally came to Yun Tian in anger and whipped Yun Tian on his mouth again.

Unable to move, all the force hit him directly on the cheek and the side of the mouth, until his face was distorted and blood gushed from his mouth.

"Old Puff!"

Another whip was struck.

"Old horseman, haha!"

Another whip was struck.

"Old horse......!" "Old ......!" "Haha......!" , "Ha ......", "Old ...... Child...... Cloud...... Oh my God...... From...... Come...... Not...... Fear...... Fear...... Pass...... You...... Ahh

Another whip was whipped, and Yuntian's scolding was constantly interrupted, word by word!

His face was whipped and turned with a long whip, one to the left and one to the right, and he was slurred and bleeding, but he still cursed indulgently.

The man in black is not killed, but only beaten and humiliated.

"Brother Tian!" , "Ah Tian!" , "Brother Tian...... , old miscellaneous hair, you are coming at me!" , the cultivators were in tears, crying.

"Do you know it's painful? hahaha, tell you to run, tell you not to have long eyes, dog!" , listening to the constant shouting, the man in black howled while fighting.

"Lao Tzu is afraid of you, what are you, even if you die, Lao Tzu has never regretted what he has done!" , Yun Tian roared again.

"What do you say, dog, even if you regret it now, it won't help, you go and die!", the man in black roared.

Another frenzied beating, Yun Tian had been beaten to the point where his hair was unkempt and masked, his head hung down, and he was dying, and he was grabbed by the white claws of spiritual power, and he was forced to maintain a straight kneeling position.

However, he still said slowly: "Old horse...... Old Puff ...... self-feeding...... Lao Tzu did the right thing for heaven and helped you clean up the scum, why not? You don't thank Lao Tzu, but also take revenge on Lao Tzu, even if Lao Tzu dies, he has done a good thing for this world, except for one harm, haha, Lao Tzu died without regrets!

There was another burst of anger, and the man in black suddenly laughed: "Yes, what about them, are they all dying with you?" , as he spoke, he whipped the past with one whip, or whipped the other four cultivators at the same time.

Listening to the whispers and the nuances of the same voice, he enjoyed and was satisfied.

"Old horseman, let them go, there is a kind of rush to Lao Tzu!" , Yuntian hematoma's mouth struggled to say.

"Look at your dog-like appearance, aren't you afraid of anything? Hahaha, this king will kill them in front of you!" , The man in black shouted excitedly while continuing to whip the other four cultivators.

The four cultivators also scolded, until they were beaten half to death, and they were kicked by King Jinpeng one by one.

Seeing them dying and spitting blood, Yun Tian was in pain, it didn't matter if he died, but his brothers and relatives ......

Yuntian roared: "Old Zamao, come on, Lao Tzu will kill you!" , He was covered in white light, alternating with blood light, gathering strength and gathering strength, trying to break free from the shackles and fight for his life, but it didn't work at all.

Cohesion, which is the maximum amount of spiritual power gathered, is the strongest means for a spiritual cultivator, but the spiritual power of a strong Jindan is not something he can break free from at all.

"How does it feel, what about the pain? or is it better to live than to die?" , the man in black laughed.

Suddenly, he paused and said to himself, "Five?" , he was focused on revenge and had not yet noticed that one of them had escaped.

It turned out that Shangguan Yue'er fell from the sky, the red cloak covered Yun Feilong, sacrificed the invisibility talisman, and pushed him aside again, driving him away, hoping that he would be lucky enough to escape.

But Yun Feilong was willing, he didn't leave despite the constant urging, he hid aside and watched with tears; his face was full of murderous anger and he wanted to make a move, but he knew that his strength was low.

However, Jin Dan is strong, with intentions, and is on the edge of knowledge, how strong his perception is, I saw that as soon as he stretched out his hand to one place, a white circle of light was sucked over.

"There's a little bastard, what are you hiding?" , With this sound falling, under the action of the spiritual power of the man in black, the runes shattered, and Yun Feilong showed a weak figure, and was choked by the man in black, lifted it high, and hung in the air!

The black-clothed man's nails dug into his neck, and his blood-colored hands pinched Yun Feilong in pain.

"Dragon!"

"Let him go, brute!"

The cultivators kept roaring and roaring, constantly gathering their strength and struggling, almost crazy.

The noise spread far away, and in all directions, more and more cultivators heard the sound of it, plus the hundreds of cultivators who were originally around, there were nearly a thousand, and they were talking and watching this good show.

"This kid is dying, poor boy, so small!".

"Kill them!"

"Let's do it!, it's getting dark!".

The life of a spiritual cultivator is long and even infinite, but more often than not, life is also so fragile and unbearable; in their eyes, it is only the king of the strong and the loser.

The spirits who chased after the cultivators were more thinking: These two people are black-robed and masked, and they probably won't go to receive the reward, they can watch a good show, maybe there will be a leak to pick up when the time comes.

As everyone knows, when the cultivators fell to the ground, there was an old peasant couple at the foot of the hillside carrying dung water uphill, and when they saw the spiritual battle, the husband and wife panicked and hurriedly hid behind a big tree to hide.

At this time, when they heard the voice, they happened to see this scene, and the husband and wife were full of anger and scolded angrily.

The matter of the cultivators had nothing to do with them, and they couldn't control it, but the old man was somehow so excited, and he wanted to pick up the hoe in his hand and rush forward, but fortunately he was dragged by the old woman.

"Jin Yanbiao, fight quickly, lest something change happens!" At this time, several voices urged.

"Wait a minute, right away, give me a moment!" , Jin Yanbiao also replied.

Another man in black said again: "If you don't do it again, I'll do it."

Jin Yanbiao was slightly angry, and said again: "I don't need you, I'll do it myself!"

He lifted Yun Feilong in front of the cultivators and said, "It seems that he is very important to you, hahaha!" , saying that his spiritual power floated, "Bang! bang! bang!".

"Ahh , accompanied by Yun Feilong's sharp scream, his limbs and bones shattered, and his whole body was spread out.

Suddenly, five cries shook the heavens and the earth.

Yun Feilong continued to scream, while Yun Tian and Shangguan Yue'er were full of blood, fear and anger.

"Alas, pitiful!"

"This guy doesn't kill people, it's just torture, it's really hateful!"

Among the hundreds of spiritual cultivators, it was rare that there was also a lamentation.

At the foot of the mountain, the old woman held the old man tightly, and the anger on the old man's face was even worse.

At this time, the man in black swept over everyone with the dying Yun Feilong, put it in front of Yun Tian's eyes, and said with a smile: "He's your son!, how do you feel?, hahaha!".

Yuntian scolded angrily: "The old man ,......"

"Aren't you afraid of anything?, this king wants to see how you feel when your son is tormented to death in front of you!" , The man in black interrupted him, and slapped Yun Tian in the face with his backhand as he spoke.

"If you want to kill, kill it!, birdman, Lao Tzu will not give in, and neither will Lao Tzu's son!" , Yun Tian scolded angrily again.

"Old thief...... Put...... Let go...... My Daddy!" Suddenly, Yun Feilong, who was already dying, let out a hoarse voice and scolded slowly, and the words seemed to be stuck out of his throat, which was extremely uncomfortable.

The man in black suddenly laughed and said: "Haha, what a stubborn father, there are also people looking for death!" , As he spoke, he slapped his palm on Yun Feilong's skull, and the skull was shattered, and his head was covered with blood.

He threw it back again, and Yun Feilong quickly crashed into the ridge on the side, embedded in it, and hung his head to die.

"Dragon!" , the cultivators shouted again, struggling......

"Little bastard, aren't you afraid of anything?, don't you give in?, now beg this king for mercy, maybe this king is in a good mood, and will leave your son's whole body;

"Phew!, kill if you want to, my father and son are not afraid!, it's a pity that I can't kill you with my own hands!" , Yun Tian roared angrily.

At this time, someone in the crowd of onlookers said: "It's a man, this family is strong and unyielding, but this man in black is a little excessive, if you want to kill, why torture too much."

Hearing this, the people around him talked and talked non-stop, but they all expressed deep sympathy.

"This king doesn't want to kill you yet, you take a good look at how they are slowly tortured to death, hahaha!" The man in black continued to laugh maniacally.

In the pile of people, there was someone who finally couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted with spiritual power: "This spirit king, if you want to kill, you can kill it, why torture it so much?"

King Jinpeng didn't look back, and a pillar of light turned into a giant palm and shook into the air, which suddenly shook several cultivators, and the crowd was afraid of strength and didn't say anything more.

"How is this?, the strength is amazing!, don't torture people!"

"That's it, that's it!"

"It's too much!"

"What kind of cultivation are you?, so rampant, out of this place, what are you?"

But there were more spiritual sounds coming from the other side.

"Whoever dares to say more, Lao Tzu took his life!" , The man in black roared angrily, and a few more pillars of light hit him, flying a few pieces.

Those cultivators no longer mobilized spiritual persuasion, but they were still unconvinced.

At this time, several angry spiritual power voices urged: "Are you leaving? What are you doing? Bring it back and do what you want, get it here, it's crazy!"