The mansion master of the Flying Heaven Mansion was extremely shocked: "Mu Yazi! This kid is also from your sect? ”

Mu Yazi nodded: "Yes." ”

Cheng Feihong, the lord of the Flying Heaven Mansion, was furious: "Mu Yazi! No matter who this person is, he actually dares to kill the person of my Feitianfu, and today I will make him pay back with blood! ”

Buzz!

I saw that Cheng Feihong's flying sword suddenly emitted a dazzling orange light.

The strength of Cheng Feihong, the master of this Flying Heaven Mansion, actually broke through the dragon level and reached the legendary god level!!

Cheng Feihong just broke through the dragon level last month and became a god-level first order!

After he broke through to become a god-level, his self-confidence was bursting, and he was thinking about testing his strongest strength, now it's okay, someone will send it to the door, just right, let you see the power of the god-level!!

Buzz –

I saw Cheng Feihong holding an orange light sword, his body was divided into ten, and he disappeared in place in an instant.

Next second!

Ten Cheng Feihong, like flying immortals outside the sky, turned into ten giant dragons, opened their teeth and danced their claws, and actually fell from the sky and rushed towards Fang Mo.

Mu Yazi was shocked: "This is the Flying Dragon of the Flying Sword Gate!" And it's also a ten-fold extraterrestrial flying dragon! I didn't expect Cheng Feihong's strength to have reached such a point!! ”

Mu Yazi knew that with his own strength, he would definitely not be able to compete.

He could only cast all his hopes on Fang Mo.

This sect disciple who has only been cultivating for three days.

Mu Yazi probably never dreamed that one day, the life and death of the Three Injuries Fist Sect was in the hands of a disciple of the sect who had studied for three days.

Cheng Sijin, who had been slapped twice before, said excitedly: "Mansion master! Fast! Kill him! Kill this boy who doesn't know the height of the sky! ”

Fang Mo pursed his lips and smiled.

Yin Yang Fist Soul Activated.

In an instant, Fang Mo's hands emitted an orange glow.

Cheng Feihong, who was flying outside the sky, saw Fang Mo emitting the orange light of his fists.

My heart was shocked: "Damn it! This Mu Yazi actually lied to himself that this was just their disciple? How is this possible! How could a disciple possess a god-level soul!! ”

Cheng Feihong knew, a few days ago, there seemed to be a rumor that the Three Injuries Fist Sect beckoned new disciples, and a god-level quality assessment disciple full of soul power appeared.

Cheng Feihong didn't take it to heart at that time.

Because it's simply not possible.

How can there be god-level quality in this world, people full of soul power, throughout the ages, even the most demonic people, before awakening the soul, at most are king-level quality and tens of thousands of soul power.

Cheng Feihong now knows, the kid in front of him is likely to be the news that circulated in Feitian City a few days ago, a god-level talent disciple.

Cheng Feihong gritted his teeth coldly and became serious.

Wood cliffs! Wood cliffs!

No wonder you are so confident that you dare to break into my Flying Mansion.

It turned out that it was because of this genius who came out.

Hahahaha!

It's a pity, it's a pity!

If I hadn't broken through to the god level, maybe I wouldn't be this kid's opponent.

But now I've broken through to the god level.

I've been cultivating the top exercises of the Flying Sword Sect for forty years, so I can't match this kid who has been cultivating for a few days.

Cheng Feihong originally still had three points of strength and retained his strength, but now, with all his strength, the Ten Heavenly Flying Dragons were forcibly fissioned again, becoming eighteen! It looked like the whole sky was occupied by a dragon, and the illusion was real, as if a real dragon had descended.

Fang Moxin's network rules saw through Cheng Feihong's skills at a glance.

The so-called eighteen dragons, in fact, seventeen are illusions, and the leftmost one is Cheng Feihong's real body, which is the most powerful.

But for Fang Mo, there were no real dragons, fake dragons, or illusions.

It's all foam!

Fang Mo was a little more serious and injected a drop of star energy into his fists.

That's right!

Fang Mo was serious, he only used a little star energy before, but now he actually used as much as two points!

A little star energy in each of the left and right fists.

Then Fang Mo shouted: Eighteen fists of dragon descending!!

Brush!

Fang Mo faced the air, and the yin and yang fists shot at the same time!

Yin and Yang Fist!

Fire and Ice Fists!

Joy and sorrow!

Heaven and earth fists!

Wet and dry fists!

……

Divide and join the fist!

A total of nine sets of eighteen punches!

Each set of punches is spaced 0.1 seconds apart.

In less than a second, eighteen punches were thrown in an instant.

Rumble!

Punch like Mount Tai down!

Just as the people of the Flying Heaven Mansion thought that the Lord of the Flying Heaven Mansion would make a move, they would definitely kill these third-rate sect disciples.

But I didn't expect it.

The eighteen dragons in the sky were all shattered.

Pong –

Pleasant.

Cheng Feihong's natal soul sword was all shattered.

The Sword of the Soul is connected to Cheng Feihong's soul.

Cheng Feihong vomited blood in an instant, his soul was shattered, and he fell to the ground, his face as white as snow.

He! His forty years of cultivation were all abolished at this moment, and he was now an ordinary person! A waste!

When Cheng Feihong knew that he had become a waste, he looked up to the sky and roared: No!!

A man in his forties actually burst into tears, that's one word, sad.

"You, you, how could you! How can it be! Cheng Feihong collapsed, shocked, angry, and frightened to look at the young man who was looking at him with a faint smile.

The other guards and generals of the Flying Heaven Mansion were all stupid, and they didn't dare to move if they stayed where they were.

Who dares to move?

No one dares to move!

Even their god-level strength mansion master was knocked to the ground with a punch, becoming a waste, who dared to move.

Cheng Sijin shouted hysterically: "Mansion master! All the guards of the Flying Mansion obey the order! Kill me! ”

However, most of the guards of the Flying Heaven Mansion did not dare to move in place.

Only a small number of people raised their arms and tried to resist.

"Stop!" Cheng Feihong roared with the last of his strength, because he knew what a terrible person the young man standing in front of them was.

He could even feel that Fang Mo was not using all his strength, and the other side was like ravaging ants, playing with them.

If the guards of the Flying Heaven Mansion really make a move, then the Flying Heaven Mansion will be completely finished.

After Cheng Feihong knew that he was already a waste, he knew that there was no hope of saving face.

He could only endure the severe pain and slowly stand up, and then he actually looked at Fang Mo humbly, and said in a low voice: "Our Flying Heaven Mansion is wrong, I ask the Venerable Master to raise his noble hand and spare our Flying Heaven Mansion." ”

Fang Mo grinned: "What I said is as if we are bandits, we are not here to destroy your Feitian Mansion, but to spend the night, I don't know if the mansion master agrees." ”

Cheng Feihong nodded frantically: "Agreed!" 100,000 agree! Don't say one night, you just live a thousand nights, ten thousand nights can be! ”

There was a pause.

Cheng Feihong swept the other guards around: "What are you doing in a daze!" Don't hurry up and greet the distinguished guests into the house! ”

As a result, the guards who were high up just now are now busy like grandsons, full of smiles, to greet the disciples of the Three Injuries Fist.

The disciples of the Three Injuries Fist had a light on their faces, and they held their heads high, and they enjoyed such treatment for the first time.

Qi Tian, who had the aura of the protagonist, looked at Fang Mo and looked at the flattering mansion master, and suddenly there was a mistake, he shouldn't stand here, he should stand in Fang Mo's position, what link went wrong, why did he become a disciple who could only watch from the back like other disciples.

Qi Tian didn't know.

At this moment, his protagonist's aura, the last light disappeared, and he completely lost all his protagonist's luck.