"Poof"

The Yuanshen weapon was destroyed, and Feng Qingyang also had to be hit hard, he spit out three mouthfuls of golden blood on the spot, his facial muscles twitched for a while, and he muttered and cursed in his heart: "Damn, this is the demon ...... that came out of that."

The young man in white stood up in the void, and said with righteousness: "What crime should you be guilty of betraying the human race!"

Such a big crime is pressed down, it is unbearable for anyone, as soon as these words came out, Feng Qingyang suddenly felt as if a mountain was pressing on his shoulders, heavy, and it was difficult to raise his head.

"Hmph, I was originally a dignified generation of the Holy Lord of the Human Race, but I was willing to be a lackey for the alien race, and I deserved it today!"

"Haha, that's good!"

"Finally, there is a master to get rid of this heinous alien lackey!"

Seeing this trial scene, the monks of the Bi family clapped their hands one by one, and they were very happy in their hearts, and shouted loudly beside them.

In the middle of a few words, Feng Qingyang's old face was already white and blue, and he was ashamed and wanted to find a hole to get into immediately, he blamed himself and sighed: "I am guilty of a great sin, and I am indeed innocent of death." ”

"It's too late to understand remorse now. The young man in white shook his head and wanted to take his life.

"I am willing to atone for my sins at the cost of physical and spiritual destruction, but at the same time I have a reluctant request to be fulfilled. Feng Qingyang's repentant attitude is very positive, and he is so open-minded that he will atone for his sins at the cost of destroying his body and spirit, which makes everyone feel surprised, but he didn't expect that this person who does things without compromise in his life has such a moving side.

"You say. ”

Feng Qingyang pointed to a few Bijia monks who were watching and said, "This is a private matter, and I don't want others to know about it. ”

"Then you can come to me and talk in a whisper. The young man in white agreed without hesitation.

Immediately, Feng Qingyang's steps trembled and approached, his breath was very weak, and it seemed that he was seriously injured and no longer had offensive power.

Seeing that the wind was getting closer and closer, and he was only ten meters away from him, the young man in white couldn't help frowning and said, "Why are you so close?"

"If you don't get so close, how can I kill you?" At this moment, Feng Qingyang, who originally looked sickly, suddenly became terrifying, and the corners of his mouth showed a grim smile, and before the words fell, his whole person disappeared on the spot.

The distance of ten meters was not necessary to take a step to reach a cultivator of the level of the Dragon Transformation Realm, everything happened in the blink of an eye, even ten times faster than the time of the blink of an eye.

"Boom"

In an instant, Feng Qingyang burst out with a strong light, condensing the power of the essence in his palm, and the heavy palm hit the abdomen of the white-clothed young man.

But the next scene made people feel cold, the young man in white didn't move at all, coldly watching the wind that suddenly attacked him, and the contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth made this once incomparably brilliant holy lord figure look at it with contempt, as if he had slapped him in the face alive, and it was very loud!

Everyone was stunned, under the full palm of the wind and Qingyang, the young man in white was unharmed, this body was really terrifying, and it was a little too rebellious......

"You...... Are you...... Wu Heng ...... "Looking along Feng Qingyang's trembling hands, you can see his almost condensed exaggerated expression, his eyes are very complex, mixed with many things, some are incredulous, some are crazy killing intent, and more are panic......

"Wu Heng? What Wu Heng? Is he talking about the Wu family god body that suddenly disappeared from the mainland two years ago?"

"Feng Qingyang has always had a grudge against Wu Heng, and he once threatened that he would go to Zhongzhou to hunt down Wu Heng, even if the other party is dead and turned to ashes, he will destroy his grave, but the hatred between them is deep, and he will not be worried about it at this moment of life and death, right?"

Several old people of the Bi family looked puzzled, thinking that Feng Qingyang was talking in a dream.

In the field, Bi Xueyan was slim, her skin was like snow, and her beautiful face was full of melancholy, with some indescribable emotion. If you look closely, you will find that her petite and delicate figure is already trembling slightly, her emotions are becoming more and more excited, and her white hair is flying in the wind, giving people a sense of desolation and loneliness.

"I didn't expect that just two years have passed, and I will never be able to catch up with your pace" She monologue to herself, looking at the young man in white and stunned, the former Wu family god body is back, and it is only a stone's throw away from herself, but the closer she is, the more she feels that the two are more alienated, and they are not characters in the same world.

In the past two years, she has been working hard to cultivate, studying the art of time, and she has also achieved quite a lot, not long ago she has broken through the psychic realm, causing a sensation on the mainland, and the bitterness and tears she has paid are just to walk side by side with the fluttering figure in white.

Only then did she feel worthy to live in the same world with her.

Everything is enough to show that Bi Xueyan has never forgotten Wu Heng, she has worked so hard to cultivate, and she only hopes that when Wu Heng returns to the mainland, the two sides can still talk like friends and learn Taoism.

But now, Bi Xueyan felt that she was ridiculous, Wu Heng was no longer the hairy boy he was at the beginning, and had become a strong man who was qualified to stand at the top of the mainland.

At the beginning, both of them wanted to save face, holding themselves up, and failed to express their love, but now I am afraid it is even more difficult......

Let's talk about Feng Qingyang's situation at the moment, it's okay if he doesn't play this palm, at least he can still die with some face, but if this palm continues, he can't leave anything, if Feng Qingyang chooses to atone for his sins at the cost of destroying his body and spirit at the beginning, then it will be recorded in the history of the mainland that although Feng Qingyang betrayed the human race, he repented before he died, and he took the initiative to apologize to the human race, and he can be regarded as a contemporary hero, with great courage!

But now Feng Qingyang will definitely be recorded as the villain referred to by Qianfu, who did not repent before he died, and became the eternal lackey of the alien race, which really insulted the name of the Holy Lord of the Yin Yang Sect, and he would not be at peace in hell.

At this moment, the expression on Feng Qingyang's face was as complicated as it was, and his eyes were dull and said, "You...... You are really Wu Heng? Impossible, this is simply impossible, Wu Heng has only been away for just two years, how can his strength rise so quickly......

"Nothing is impossible. The young man in white spoke indifferently, and finally faded his golden light, revealing a delicate face, with a bit of the bookish temperament of a weak scholar, looking harmless to humans and animals, but after being able to withstand the blow of the Holy Lord, can he still be a thin scholar who is harmless to humans and animals?

The answer is obviously no, his not strong body contains unimaginable power in ordinary people, like an ancient barbarian dragon stored in his body, with endless divine power!

Not only was the wind clear and the wood was on the spot, but those Bi family monks were also shocked and couldn't close their mouths, and said in a trembling voice: "Wu Heng...... This white-clothed young man who is against the sky is really Wu Heng......"

"Shhh...... How long has he been gone, how could he grow up to such a rebellious step......" The scene was boiling.

There was a Bi family monk who had participated in the Heavenly Domain Martial Arts Conference three years ago and stared at Wu Heng with a certain tone: "There will be no mistake, this person is the Wu family god body, a few years ago when he was in the innate realm, he was already terrifying in battle, and even picked hundreds of young leaders in the continent, that battle was impressive, he just turned into ashes I can recognize it!." ”

"What realm has he reached? It's strange that I can't even see through the slightest bit?" sighed an old man of the Bi family, who was at the peak of the Psychic Triple Realm.

"Wu Heng has the strength to stabilize the old monster of the Second Realm of the Dragon, if you can see through it, it will be strange. The other person rolled his eyes, since the continent's spiritual energy became abundant a few months ago, many Holy Lord figures had broken through the shackles, and even Feng Qingyang had advanced to the Second Realm of the Transformation Dragon.

Seeing that the wind was clear and his expression was wooden, Wu Heng turned over the old accounts and said disdainfully: "Do you still remember what happened a few years ago? At that time, at the Tianyu Martial Arts Conference, you said that you didn't share the sky with my Wu family, and you would kill me when you saw me, why is there no arrogance now?"

"I ......" Feng Qingyang was speechless for a while, and he couldn't extricate himself from the shock in a short time.

It's only been more than two years, and no one can immediately adapt to this kind of anti-heaven event, in such a short period of time, the enemy who was trampled under his feet at the beginning, but at this moment, he has changed his body and trampled himself under his feet, making it difficult for Feng Qingyang, a saint master who has been proud all his life, to adapt.

"Smack!"

Wu Heng didn't talk to him at all, his eyes were full of terrifying murderous aura, and he slapped the right side of his face fiercely.

Bang...... Before Feng Qingyang could react, the left side of his face was crooked by the slap, and a red five-finger print was printed, as ugly as it was, and he himself didn't dare to resist at all, and there was no room for resistance, his eyes were full of panic, and he was shocked by Wu Heng's methods, and he began to feel weak even when he fled.

The slap, and it was also the palm of a mainland holy master, which made Wu Heng probably happy, and his eyes were cold and said: "This slap is for the Wu family disciple who was killed by you!"

"Boom"

Immediately afterwards, Wu Heng's second slap had already been fanned down, as fast as lightning, the wind was clear and there was no time to hide, and his whole body had flown out like a scarecrow, several old teeth and blood spurted out, and his expression of pain was distorted.

"The second slap is to avenge your pursuit and killing of me in the first place!"

The severe pain finally made Feng Qingyang wake up from shock, he looked panicked, and threatened: "If you kill me, the strong man of the alien race will not let you go!"

"There is no need to put this kind of scaring words on the table, right?" Wu Heng sneered, and immediately slapped it again, and when his big hand slapped down, there was a strong wind, like the sky pressed down, with an undoubted domineering aura.

Syllable!

Immediately, the crisp slap sounded again, and Feng Qingyang's black hair was stubbed, scattered on both shoulders, like a flower child, and the left and right sides of his face were already swollen and inhuman.

Boom, boom, boom.

Wu Heng made a quick move, and slapped seventeen palms in Feng Qingyang's face, while Feng Qingyang's head was in the shape of a wave drum, swaying left and right.

Seeing that Wu Heng took out the seventeenth palm but didn't say the reason for a long time, the Bijia monk on the side couldn't help but ask curiously: "What is this seventeenth palm for?"

"To give thanks to the Lord Almighty. Wu Heng really couldn't think of a reason to make things up.

Hearing this, Feng Qingyang almost rolled his eyes, and was killed alive.

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