King-level martial arts and exercises, which are quite precious, are not available to ordinary people at all. It is difficult for ordinary monks to even impact king-level cultivation, and they still want king-level martial arts and exercises?

Lu Bailong felt aggrieved for the first time.

was pressed and beaten by a first-class monk, and before he had the strength to fight back, he would be laughed to death if this was passed out.

"You forced me!" Lu Bailong jumped backwards violently, then took out a pill that replenished vitality and ate it, and then took out an iron whip from the Qiankun ring.

He's ready to use his weapons!

The scene was silent, and the scattered cultivators all saw the strength of Han Feng, but they did not see the strength of the king-level monks.

Now that Lu Bailong has used his weapons, it means that the battle has become white-hot, and the next battle must be the most exciting.

Although the iron whip is only a human-level mortal weapon, Lu Bailong feels solid when he holds the iron whip, he doesn't know how many opponents he has killed with this iron whip, with the support of king-level cultivation, the power that the iron whip can exert is twice that of the same human-level monk.

"You also take the old man's whip!" Lu Bailong opened his eyes, held the iron whip in one hand, and smashed it on the head of Han Feng.

The whining of the wind brought by the iron whip made many casual cultivators feel palpitations.

"I can't take this whip. Many casual cultivators thought to themselves.

Under the big tree, the beautiful woman said, "Grandpa, do you think that kid can take the whip of Lu Bailong?"

The gray-haired old man said, "One blow is possible. But how many moves can he take? The gap between the human level and the king level is too big, and he can't support the loss of light and vitality for long. ”

"Grandpa, who is better than you with this Lu Bailong?" the beautiful woman asked again.

The gray-haired old man said proudly: "Of course your grandfather is more powerful." Before, there was no difference between victory and defeat against that old thing, but at this time, your grandfather has already practiced king-level martial arts, although it is only a remnant, but it is enough to defeat that old thing. ”

While!

A loud metal thud interrupted the gray-haired old man's train of thought.

The gray-haired old man looked at the battlefield, and was suddenly shocked, and said in astonishment: "How is it possible?"

It turned out that when Lu Bailong attacked Han Feng, Han Feng raised his knife to block, and after several consecutive splits, Lu Bailong's iron whip was cut off!

This is the power of the Blood Demon Body, and the attack bonus will also be blessed to the weapon, making Han Feng's Seven-Star Knife stronger and sharper.

Lu Bailong, whose iron whip had been cut off, was stunned, even if he was a king-level monk, his state of mind at this time couldn't help but waver.

Han Feng seized this opportunity, his body was three points faster than before, the vitality on the seven-star knife in his hand gathered, the light skyrocketed, and he slashed down the neck of the landing white dragon.

Lu Bailong's first instinct was to hide.

The iron whip was broken, and he suddenly lost confidence in his body protection true element.

But it was too late, and Han Feng's knife slashed him in the shoulder.

His body protection True Yuan dried up in an instant, and the attack of the Seven Star Sword did not decrease, and it slashed down.

"Ahh

One of Lu Bailong's arms was cut off, and blood spurted wildly, and he felt the same pain as a king-level monk, no different from ordinary people.

Han Feng didn't mean to stop, and the seven-star knife slashed at Lu Bailong's head again.

Lu Bailong was already frightened, how could he dare to believe that he would lose?

Seeing that the seven-star knife was about to slash to the top of his head, Lu Bailong had no choice but to wave his hand and shout loudly: "Young man spare his life!"

This scene stunned everyone. Some of the members of the White Jiao Gang even lost their minds and sat on the ground.

In the eyes of the Baijiao Gang, their gang leader is invincible. But now, he actually knelt on the ground and begged for mercy?

"Is this still human?!"

The gray-haired old man under the tree stood up sharply, unable to believe this fact. He asked himself that he now had the strength to defeat Lu Bailong, but if he wanted to kill Lu Bailong, then he didn't have the bottom in his heart.

"Kill the strength of the king level, and the cultivation of the human level is ......" Xu Xian felt a little bitter in his heart. If he gets enough cultivation resources, then he should also have the strength to kill the king level now, and it will no longer be a problem to welcome back the ancestral shrine.

"It's so strong...... It's so strong......" Yan Shisan suddenly felt that he was nothing, and he had been arguing with Han Feng before, no wonder Han Feng said that he didn't bother to kill him, it turned out that he really had this strength.

The woman's bowels were full of remorse, and she thought, "Why did I despise him then, alas. ”

"Spare you, you give me a reason first. Han Feng said.

Lu Bailong hurriedly said: "Young man, I have a treasure map for you!"

He trembled and pulled something out of his bosom with one hand, and when he reached the end, he suddenly threw something out.

That's a detox shot!

The corners of Lu Bailong's mouth curled up proudly, at such a close distance, Han Feng would die.

But—

Han Feng just lifted the Seven Star Knife and easily blocked those poisonous needles.

"Look for death!"

Han Feng was furious and slashed with all his might!

Burst!

Lu Bailong's head fell to the ground, and the corpse separated.

"He really killed Lu Bailong. The beautiful woman under the tree looked stunned.

The leader of the Baijiao Gang, who crisscrossed dozens of cities, died today.

If it is said that he was killed by a king-level monk, then there are still people who believe it.

But if it is said that it was done by a mid-level monk, no one will believe it.

Everyone looked at Han Feng as if they were looking at a monster.

King-level cultivation means that you can have a county town, that is, a prince.

The land of a county, with a radius of five or six thousand miles, is only king-level.

If a human-level monk does not have a prominent background, who would dare to offend the royal level. Even if they kill you, no one will be able to take revenge.

"Let's go...... See if you can find any usable treasures in this monument. The gray-haired old man under the tree instantly grew a little old, and his heart was old.

He is in his seventies, but in front of Han Feng, decades of hard work seem to be a joke.

Human-level killing-king-level, such a thing reached the ears of the royal family of the Redstone Empire, and there were only two of them, either to recruit or to kill.

The royal family of the Redstone Empire will not let go of such a potential talent, and if it cannot be used for it, it must be eradicated so as not to pose a threat to the empire.

Han Feng set his eyes on the rest of the White Jiao Gang, and said coldly: "Leave all your things, Qiankun bags and weapons and pills and the like." In addition, after today, there will be no more Baijiao Gang in the world, understand?"

"Yes, yes, young man is mighty!"

Seeing that the gang leader was dead, how could they dare to have the idea of revenge, and they were also quite afraid of Han Feng, leaving behind Qiankun bags and weapons and pills, and left in a swarm.

The other cultivators were all waiting for Han Feng to speak. Because in the past, when the White Jiao Gang arrived, the treasures in these monuments would be seized by them, and no one else would be allowed to touch them.

Now that Han Feng has defeated the White Jiao Gang, according to their way of thinking, it should be Han Feng's departure.

But in fact, Han Feng did not have the intention of monopolizing this monument.