Zhao Yu's body was so strong that he had already vaguely stepped into the realm of the grandmaster with half a foot, but he was swept upside down by this old man, and he was seriously injured in an instant. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Even when he was fighting against Qin Wuyan before, he didn't feel so powerless, but at this time, when he saw the old man flying over, he imprinted his palm on his head, knowing that there was no luck, so he closed his eyes and waited for death.

At this time, many scenes are chaotic, like watching flowers and flowers, and the light is fleeting. The smile of the mother hidden in the deepest part, the back of the father, the doting of the senior brother, and the stubborn and a little silly little junior brother.

Everything went away at a rapid pace, but it seemed like it had happened a moment ago.

On the side of the Central Plains martial arts people, an elderly and thin old monk rushed out, his body was covered with blood, his body jumped, and the next moment he came to Zhao Yu's side.

His hands quickly sealed, and a stream of vitality rushed out from the points of his body, and the surrounding vitality was attracted by his palm prints and converged on his body, and soon a Buddha statue composed of vitality was formed three feet above his body.

The old monk's eyes flickered, although his qi and blood had decayed, his spirit had evolved to the peak, and he turned his hands over and faced Feng Changdong.

With a muffled sound of "bang", the air surged, and the two of them rolled around, forming a vitality dust storm.

Feng Changdong's palm stagnated, his brows furrowed, and he said: "What a good immovable Ming Wang Yin, it turned out to be a great monk of Puzhao Temple, but he just saw the eyes and didn't know the master's name?"

This thin old monk was obviously injured a lot before, and all the vitality that he had finally condensed was in the palm just now, and he could still speak at this time, just thinking about a breath of anger to repel Feng Changdong and save Zhao Yu.

Exhaling and cheering, the seal of the immovable Ming King skyrocketed by three points.

Feng Changdong smiled and said: "Thirty years ago, I once met a monk from Puzhao Temple who was called Yuanxing, his body of King Fudo Ming is much stronger than yours, do you know how he died?"

When the thin old monk heard that Yuanxing had died at the hands of the person in front of him, his heart was slightly confused.

Yuanxing is his master and nephew, is their most talented disciple of this lineage, at the age of less than thirty years to enlighten the body of the immovable Ming King, and in three years to practice to the fullest, promoted to the realm of the grandmaster, known as the temple protector of Puzhao Temple. But twenty years ago, he suddenly disappeared, but he didn't expect to die at the hands of the person in front of him.

"He was punched to death by me and ended up in a pile of scraps. Feng Chang Dongsen said coldly.

The old monk couldn't help but mourn in his heart, and the qi of the Immovable Ming King's body was a little disordered.

There was a slight confusion in the eyes of the old monk Feng Changdongjian, and he knew it in his heart, and instantly caught a trace of undetectable node fluctuations in the old monk's qi.

A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, turned his palm into a fist, and smashed his fist into the top of the old monk's Ming Wang's head. A monstrous fist intent carried Feng Changdong's violent vitality and fell from the sky.

There was a loud bang, visible to the naked eye, and cracks spread from the top of the head of the immovable Ming King's body condensed by the old man to the surrounding body.

The old monk's face was flushed, and a stream of blood was not held back, and it spurted out. Feng Changdong's fist continued to press down, and with a "bang", the body of the King of Fudong Ming was completely shattered, and between dissipation and heaven and earth, the old monk's body also flew out.

Feng Changdong let out a long laugh, and his fist continued to pass through, smashing towards Zhao Yu's head, wisps of red vitality swirling around his fist, furious and blazing.

He wanted to blast Zhao Yu into meat in front of this group of Central Plains people, and let them know that the majesty of the four immortals of the closed door could not be desecrated.

At this moment, a few more Central Plains martial arts people rushed out, the long sword in their hands was like a fire, and the sword aura was vertical and horizontal.

The previous big man in green clothes, with a long sword in his hand, is like the Yuandai of Qingcheng Mountain, green and elegant, it can be seen that it cannot be read, this should be the kendo master of Qingcheng Mountain.

The other three young men who use swords, the use of sword posture is also a strict law, the direction of the sword technique has a faint resonance, and the power of the three's combo is not to be underestimated, looking at its sword posture should be a disciple of the Wuyue Sword Sect.

Although Qingcheng Mountain has a long history, there has never been any great master who shocked the world in the past thousand years.

If the Wuyue Sword Sect had been placed five hundred years ago, Feng Changdong might have some scruples, but now this grass-headed team that has been put together temporarily has what qualifications to make a head bird.

Feng Changdong couldn't help frowning, these people are really annoying, like flies, and they are extremely stupid, they don't know whether they are alive or dead.

Didn't you see the strength of the old man before, and they all stepped forward to die one by one, was it just for the morality in their mouths?

But then again, how much is morality worth? Dying for morality is something that Feng Changdong can't understand in his whole life.

Feng Changdong withdrew his fist, his body swayed slightly, and avoided the sword edge of the man in Tsing Yi. The left hand pointed to the sword, pointing at the head of the big man from afar.

With a soft sound, the sharp sword qi pierced through the big man's head, taking away a puddle of blood.

"Woo Woo Woo" three crisp sounds, and the long swords in the hands of the three young men of the Wuyue Sword Sect broke inch by inch, turning into fragments and passing through their bodies.

"Master, you start lightly, I still have to get the basic cheats out there. Qin Wuyan saw that Feng Changdong had killed five masters in just a few moments, and his heart was dripping with blood.

These cheats of the Central Plains martial arts are definitely a lot of income when they get to the scrapped capital, and Feng Changdong didn't know how much silver he was scrapped just now.

Feng Changdong ignored Qin Wuyan, and after dealing with the masters of Qingcheng Mountain and the Wuyue Sword Sect, he squinted at the Central Plains martial arts people, and a cold expression appeared on his face.

"I'm still going to kill this woman now, and who of you doesn't agree, just stand up. Feng Changdong pointed at Zhao Yu and said.

Chang Kuan fell to the ground, his body seemed to be broken into pieces, Feng Changdong's violent vitality continued to erode his muscles and veins, and at this time, it was reluctant to even move.

Zhao Yu fell more than twenty meters in front of him, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move a bit.

"You're ...... old ...... Thief, you dare to ...... Move my sister...... A hair, I ...... Swear...... There must be a day to let ...... The Heavenly Hades Palace was full of blood. Chang Kuan said cruel words intermittently, but his voice was so small that he couldn't even hear it, how could he let Feng Changdong hear it.

But even if Feng Changdong hears it, he will take it to heart, and why waste his mind when he whispers an ant.

Chang Kuan is an ant-like existence in Feng Changdong's eyes.

There are still nearly twenty martial arts people in the Central Plains who still have combat power, but after Feng Changdong killed five masters in a row, those blood, those passions, and those morals have slowly blurred.

There are a few people in the world who can give their lives for the sake of morality.

"A bunch of cowards. Feng Changdong snorted coldly and smashed a punch into Zhao Yu's head.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded, echoing in the ears of all the people.

"I disagree. ”