Chapter 231: Killing

Dusty Wind looked at the murderous monk, and the sneer on the corner of his mouth became even stronger. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Bang, bang, the monk walked towards the dust wind step by step, stepped on the ring with both feet, and made a vibrating sound, his breath was strong, and the young monks who dared to come to the Qingying Association were all extraordinary, and this monk was also very powerful, boom, white spiritual power rose up on his body, and his breath instantly became fierce, like a sharp sword out of the sheath, to kill the dust wind.

"Ahh But then, a very sad voice came out, in the ring, Dusty Wind grabbed the monk's neck with one hand, grabbed his arm with the other hand and pulled it fiercely, blood splattered, and one of his arms was dragged down by Dusty Wind, bloody.

Click, the dust wind pinched hard, the young monk's neck shattered, and he died of exhaustion, before he died, he looked at the dust wind deadly, his eyes were full of puzzlement.

"Whoever dares to come up, I'll kill them all." The dust wind roared, and its roar resounded throughout the Qingying venue, shaking the void as if it were trembling.

"I'll come."

"I'll kill you."

"Don't be arrogant."

The three young monks jumped into the ring where Dustwind was and slashed at Dustwind.

"Hey, hey." Dusty Wind let out a bloodthirsty sneer, and he unleashed the Tai Chi Life and Death Footwork, like a humanoid beast, rushing towards the three young monks like lightning.

"Kill." The three monks shouted, using the most powerful means to kill Dust Wind, but after ten moves, the three monks were killed by Dust Wind, their body meridians were shattered, and their bodies and spirits were destroyed.

The scene was speechless, the voice of disdain was few, smaller, and people were surprised that the powerful means of the dust wind killed four monks in a row in a very short time, which is not something that ordinary people can do.

"Whoever dares to come up, they will end up and behead them." The dust wind roared again, as mighty as a demon god.

"Let's come, although your cultivation is good, but you can't live today, kill." Boom, seven or eight spiritual powers rushed into the sky, its shape was as amazing as a dragon and snake, releasing a powerful aura, these seven or eight monks were even more powerful than the monks who died just now.

Knock knock, dust wind step, feet on the ring of the Qingying Society, making a knocking sound, like the ancient god of war hammer is knocking on the earth, its sound vibrates people's eardrums, so strong that it seems to burst people's hearts, "Kill." A loud roar came out of Dustwind's mouth, his fists glowed, and the true dragon divine power poured into the two fists, and he pounced into the flock like a majestic lion king, killing in a big way.

A quarter of an hour later, there were more than a dozen corpses lying on the ground, Dusty Wind stood in the center of the corpses, his hair was scattered over his shoulders, and his face was stained with a little bit of Yin Hong's bloodstains. ā€

The scene fell silent instantly, as if they were shocked by the terrifying combat power of the dust wind, and no one made a sound, but after the silence, all the monks in the Qingying venue boiled, because the terrible dust wind aroused the murderous aura and battle intent of the crowd even more.

This time, dozens of streamers rose into the air and rushed towards the ring where Dust Wind was.

The corner of Leng Feng's mouth, who was sitting in the spectators, lifted a smile on the corner of his conspiracy, and said lightly: "I don't know whether I live or die, I'll see how much you can kill and how long you can last." ā€

"Kill, the real dragon breaks the sky." Dusty Wind went berserk, he used the True Dragon God Fist, roared, a shocking dragon roar came out of his mouth, one of his arms glowed, and an illusory True Dragon wrapped around his fist, amazing, "Since you want to die, then don't blame me for being ruthless." ā€

Poof, poof, the sound of broken flesh continued to sound in the ring, and more than a dozen monks were shattered alive by the dust wind, and died under the real dragon fist of the dust wind.

"Let's go up together and kill him." More monks rushed into the ring, surrounded the dust and wind, and kept slaughtering.

More than a hundred monks joined the battle group, and the place was boiling in an instant, and Dusty Wind killed himself with a pair of fists, killing to the point of rage, and kept fighting, one after another young monks fell under his fists, and could not get up again.

I don't know how long it took, on the wide ring, more than 100 corpses lay down, blood flowed all over the ring, dripping down to the bottom of the ring, everyone was silent, looking at the demon king-like man, not daring to speak, all words looked so pale in front of absolute strength.

"How do I feel that the man looks familiar."

"My God, I remembered, he is Zhao Chenfeng, he is the Zhao Chenfeng who fought with no gods in the Taiji Secret Territory, he did not die, he walked out of the Longyuan Forest alive, not only that, he has become more powerful and terrifying."

"How could it be him?"

"No wonder it's so strong."

Someone roared, his voice shocked and unable to believe his eyes.

"Cold Wind, aren't you going to fight yet?" The dust wind opened its mouth towards the cold moon.

"Leng Yue is your younger brother, hehe, you are even weaker and incompetent than your younger brother." Dustwind continued.

Leng Feng's expression became more and more ugly, containing a violent emotion, and it seemed that it would explode at any moment.

"Leng Yue died a miserable death, I killed him in the Wanglong River, and I didn't even know where the bones were washed by the river, have you ever gone to look for it? Did you find it? ā€

"You have murderous intent against me, I didn't understand it at first, but now I understand, you want to avenge your own brother, so, what are you waiting for? Come over and fight, kill me, hahahaha. "Dusty wind laughs, arrogant, arrogant, unstoppable.

Leng Feng couldn't hold back the anger in his heart anymore, he jumped up from the platform, soared into the air, and rushed to the ring, he shouted: "Zhao Chenfeng, I killed you, you return my brother's life."

"What, that man killed Leng Feng's own brother, the fifth-sequence god son of the younger generation of the Peerless Heaven Sect, Zhao Chenfeng is still so domineering." Someone at the Qingying venue exclaimed.

"Big brother, it turns out that you are Zhao Chenfeng, idol, big brother is mighty, defeat him." Zhao Xiaoming shouted wildly under the ring, looking very excited.

Boom, boom, two powerful beams of light in the ring rushed into the sky, shattering the clouds and submerging into the clouds.

"Zhao Chenfeng, you take your life." The cold wind roared like a fierce beast, and as soon as he made a move, it was the most powerful means, his palm glowed, and cyan runes lit up in his palm, and waves of void power were permeating, and his palm seemed to contain a void, and he turned his five fingers into claws, and grabbed at the dust wind.

Strange forces shrouded the dust wind, like boundless darkness, to devour the dust wind, and the palm of the cold wind was the dark cage.

The Great Void Technique, the Peerless Heaven Sect actually has the Void Divine Technique.

"Zhao Chenfeng, you go to die, Void Strangulation." Cold Storm angrily struck, his palm waved, and the power of the void enveloped the dust and wind, and it continued to strengthen.

"Let you do all kinds of magic methods, I will break it with all my might, the eighteenth style of the real dragon, break." Dust Wind didn't dare to be careless, the Void Technique was extremely weird, one would fall into the Void Strangulation if he was not careful, the consequences were unimaginable, he hit the True Dragon Fist, and the shot was the most powerful True Dragon Eighteen Styles, roaring, eighteen spiritual power True Dragons burst out from Dust Wind's fist, roaring to tear through the shroud of the power of the Void.

Poof, the power of the void was broken by the eighteen true dragons, but the eighteen true dragons also disappeared as a result.

"Oh my God, is the Son of the Cold Wind using the power of the Void? It's horrible, it's like you're facing a dark abyss. ā€

"However, Zhao Chenfeng is even more terrifying, it is the legendary True Dragon Invincible Method, it seems to be a complete True Dragon Method, not a mutilated one, the Legend True Dragon Law is only in the hands of the True Dragon Clan, how did he get it?"

More monks came under the ring one after another, including the elder monks, who saw the magic used by the two.

After the powerful blow, Cold Wind and Dust Wind stood quietly, looking at each other with a touch of solemnity in their eyes.

"You are stronger than I imagined, I don't know what opportunity you got and learned the true dragon method, but, no, I can still kill you, Void Divine Sword, slash." Leng Feng waved his hand, and one after another illusory swords emerged from the void, revealing a stronger void power, and all of them slashed towards the dust wind.

"Don't talk nonsense, you cut me and then talk big, Tai Chi, kill you." Dust Wind slid his hands and evolved Tai Chi, a golden Tai Chi diagram took shape behind his head, hanging, he was like a Tai Chi God King, controlling Yin and Yang, boom, Tai Chi Tu vibrated violently, releasing Yin and Yang Qi, there were dozens of them, shooting towards the Void Divine Sword.

Boom, the void collapsed, the power of yin and yang and the power of the void collided, fighting in the air, releasing an incomparably powerful ring-breaking force, and even the incomparably strong ring ring was shaking, as if it was about to shatter at any time, and at the critical moment, countless runes lit up on the ring, stabilizing the ring.

"Leng Feng, you're just like that, it's time for me to make a move." Bang, the dust wind stepped on the ring, scratched, the hard ring actually cracked a fine crack, at this moment the dust wind really showed his strength, he lightning rushed to the cold wind, like a humanoid golden dragon, raised his golden fist to kill the cold wind.

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