The destination of Miao Junfeng is clear, the cabin where Hall is located. Now in the entire Purple Shirt City, the safest place to say is undoubtedly the cabin where he stays.

"You're back, master! You're worried about me, if something happens to you, what will happen to me! Halls said with a sincere face.

"Alright, put away your acting skills! Don't come to that in front of my eyes! If you want to say who wants me to die the most right now, you're definitely the first in line.

What about Bismarck? Didn't he come to you? ”

"Master, for your peace of mind, I have sent someone to send him to the safe border in advance. He's only a burden to you. According to the news I have just received, the King of the Purple Shirt has laid down thousands of troops on your way back. Unless you can traverse space, you'll have to fight to the end one step at a time. ”

"Looks like he doesn't have a long memory! The strength is insufficient, take the head to make up! It's okay, let me fight a bloody way, so that the people of the Purple Shirt King will be terrified and retreat as long as they hear about my prestige in the future. ”

"Master, is there anything I need to do? I'm happy to serve the owner. Halls placed his right hand on his chest and bent down respectfully.

"Just stay here and just be yourself. If there's new information, you know how to get it to me. ”

"Yes, my great master."

Miao Junfeng left the cabin, did not take the path, and did not fly high in the air. He walked on the main road like that.

The sound of armor sounded, and a group of soldiers with a murderous aura stopped Miao Junfeng's way.

"Brothers, the prince said, as long as you take this old boy's head to him, you can seal the marquis of ten thousand households! Brothers, what are you waiting for! Come with me and kill! ”

Under the leadership of the commander, the army of black pressure raised troops to kill Miao Junfeng.

Sen Ran's killing intent and bloody battle intent will become a flood beast, so that the faint of heart, without waiting for them to get close, will be suppressed by this momentum.

"I'm destined to have a sea of blood along the way. I'm afraid that the killing mark that I forced to fall asleep will wake up excitedly on this bloody road. It's okay, let me slaughter millions and become the hero of the heroes. ”

Miao Junfeng's body was full of life, he was not ready to use weapons, his own hands were the best weapons.

With a "click", the spear in close proximity was broken by his hand.

"Poof", dozens of heads flew up. As the heads flew up, their eyes saw their bodies rushing forward.

There was a "boom", and a pit appeared in the earth. Hundreds of soldiers were trampled under the feet of Miao Junfeng. Whether to live or die is up to the destiny of heaven.

The sound of "Click, Click...", sounded tightly in the army, and all the soldiers who were slapped by Miao Junfeng were sent into the Yellow Spring by Miao Junfeng without thinking about it.

In just an instant, thousands of soldiers died at the hands of Miao Junfeng. But he still maintained his previous posture and walked forward step by step.

You can't see blood stains on his body, and you can't feel the cold killing intent. He was like an ordinary old man, going his own way.

Knowing the lesson of the previous car, the soldiers who followed behind began to tremble with their hands holding their weapons. From the bottom of their hearts, they were afraid of the old man who was coming towards them.

If there is really a Hades in the world, the one in front of him should be the incarnation of Hades in the Yang world. Whoever is his enemy is destined to leave his name in the book of life and death.

"What are you afraid of! Stand down, and leave it to us! "A Wonderland powerhouse led thousands of powerhouses into the air.

With his words, the soldiers, who were already afraid and afraid, ran faster than one at this time. They were afraid that the power to which they looked up would suddenly change their minds.

"Yo! The king of purple shirts really looks up to decay! Compete to send so many strong people to dance with the old decay. It's just that I don't know how many people can go back safe and sound with such a huge momentum? ”

Miao Junfeng's tone was very loud, but none of the strong people present would doubt what he said. It was only in his mouth that these words seemed to be taken for granted.

"Everyone listens to my commands, and as soon as they make a move, they must be their own mastery, and don't leave behind!" The power of the fairy realm integrated its own coercion into the sound just now, and let the strong man who followed him hardly engrave his words in his mind.

Miao Junfeng will not underestimate them, if these people join forces, if he does not deal with it seriously, he will probably die on the spot.

You know, they don't give themselves a chance to breathe. The purpose they pursued was: "Dead friends do not die in poor ways, take advantage of his illness to kill him!" ”

With a "boom", the heavens and the earth shook, and a purple pillar of air pierced through the heavens and the earth.

Zijun's domineering spirit was fully exerted by Miao Junfeng, and now he, with purple energy, is like an emperor in the world. This emperor is not an emperor in an ordinary country, but a king among men, a king of people who dominates the Three Realms.

"It's now, fellow Daoists, let's go with the old man!" The power of the fairy realm took the lead in striking a blow that shocked the earth and wept ghosts.

The white beam of light cut through the sky, and with a sharp momentum, it hit Miao Junfeng like a bamboo.

"Whoosh...", "Whoosh...", "Whoosh...", "Whoosh..."

All the strong ones who came here followed closely and delivered their most powerful blows.

Whether it is the sky or the ground, for a time, there are thousands of streamers, ghosts crying and howling, the wind and sand go away from the rocks, and the earth shakes the mountains.

This battle will always be remembered by the people who live in Purple Shirt City. This battle will also be clearly recorded on the pages of the history of the Shura Kingdom.

"Humph! In front of the emperor, how can you be presumptuous! ”

With a loud shout, ten thousand purple qi turned into arrows from the sky and burst out of the sky.

Heaven must not be offended, and there must be no rudeness in front of the king of men. Zijun's domineering is so good, and it is so impressive.

There are no violent sounds, and there are no exaggerated scenes of battle. Everything was reduced to nothingness in an instant.

All that remains on the ground is sand and dust, and all that remains in the sky is the gentle breeze.

In front of Miao Junfeng's eyes, how can there be any fairyland power, and how can there be thousands of powerhouses. Under the blow of Miao Junfeng, they all turned into history.

Miao Junfeng stood in the air, and wherever he looked, no one dared to show his head or make a sound. This comes from a warning to the body in the soul.

This is the strongest, this is the real emperor. Wherever he was, the four seas were subjugated, and every tribe bowed down.

Miao Junfeng closed his eyes and slowly descended from the sky. At the same time as he landed, Zijun's domineering spirit was also slowly put away by him.

No one dared to intercept him again, not even if the gods ordered him.

They were scared, they were killed by Miao Junfeng, and when they were killed to the bones, they couldn't help but run away when they heard the three words Miao Junfeng.

However, no one noticed. When Miao Junfeng landed on the ground, he had half more gray hair on his head. At this point, his hair color was almost completely white.

The Purple Monarch's domineering spirit is powerful, but if he uses all his strength now, he will not only hurt the enemy, but also himself.

"Hehe, King of Purple Shirts, do you still have a backhand? If not, the old man will go back! It's a pity that I finally came to visit, but I didn't see the owner of this place, which is also a pity! ”

Miao Junfeng's words couldn't be heard by the King of Purple Shirts, but it made the backs of those who heard it chill. If he really saw the King of the Purple Shirts, would the current battle still need to continue?