"Hehe......"

Looking at Mu Feng coldly, Yue Suifeng had a disdainful sneer on his face.

"The mantis arm is a car!"

The white-clothed disciple sneered.

Click!

Mu Feng pulled one foot out of the hard jade, blood dripping on it, and flesh rolling.

Mu Feng, who has six hundred dragon patterns, logically speaking, has a body comparable to a medium-grade spiritual treasure. Although this white jade was as hard as iron, it could not hurt him.

However, under the suppression of the mountain of spiritual power that followed the wind in that month, even the 'Dragon Pattern Change' fell silent.

"The gap is too big!"

Moreover, Mu Feng, who has the memory of the peerless ruthless emperor, knows that this month Suifeng has the intention of killing himself.

If the supreme inheritance of his "Ancestral Dragon Emperor Zundian" is revealed, he will be left with no life!

The strong sense of humiliation made Mu Feng's eyes climb up with a trace of blood like a ghost.

"Bang bang!"

Mu Feng stepped on the ground with one foot, and above his handsome face, his blood vessels exploded.

The blood water, along the tattered trouser tube, dyed the white jade ground red, leaving a dazzling bloody footprint!

"Up!"

The boy let out a low roar, his eyes shining with unparalleled tenacity and coldness.

The Mei sisters in the distance, Luo Yi and others, holding their jade hands tightly, feeling the unyielding and tenacious nature of the young man, their hearts were slightly sour, their beautiful eyes were red, and they were about to cry!

Bang!

Like an ant, supporting a huge mountain, every step will take unimaginable effort.

Mu Feng's fair skin began to redden, the sweat was steaming and burning, and his body was extremely hot, like a cooked shrimp!

This huge mountain of spiritual energy condensation is extremely heavy!

Laugh at!

A slight sound, to everyone's horror, on Mu Feng's skin, a drop of blood seeped out, and then, the young man was like a sieve with loopholes.

In the pores, blood is constantly spurting.

Wherever you walk, you leave blood-red footprints!

Even the white-clothed disciple who was the happiest at the beginning was a little shocked at this time.

This is the coercion of the martial king, not to mention the martial apprentices, even some martial arts level are directly suppressed and killed.

He didn't expect this waste-looking kid to have such amazing resilience and endurance!

"Senior brother, come on!"

I don't know which disciple shouted, and then, the inner disciples who were watching roared with red eyes.

"Senior brother, come on!"

"Boss, come on!"

"Young Master, come on!"

......

People who care about Mu Feng are moved by the perseverance of the young man, and they are not only admired, but also admired!

This scene, Qiu Wanjian, who has experienced countless times, is full of excitement.

If this son does not die, he will surely soar like a dragon for thousands of miles, and his achievements are limitless!

"Brother Feng, you are so stupid~~"

At this time, Su Rou, who had already cried into a tearful person, trembled on her shoulders and couldn't cry.

Airplanes!

At this moment, Mu Feng's golden book, which had been silent for a long time, trembled violently and made a clicking sound.

It was like the sound of some cracking.

Then, a slightly old voice sounded: "Little one, do you need help?"

Mu Feng, whose consciousness was a little blurred, thought that he was hallucinating: "Who are you, can you help me?"

Hearing Mu Feng's voice with a little doubt, the old voice seemed to be a little annoyed, and said: "It's just the coercion of a martial king, look at your appearance, it's too wasteful." ”

Hearing this, Mu Feng bit the tip of his tongue violently and sobered up a little.

I realized that this voice seemed to come from my own sea of consciousness.

"Ancestral Dragon Emperor Venerable?"

There was a hint of brightness in Mu Feng's slightly drooping eyes.

He knew the magic of this supreme inheritance very well.

"Can you help me kill the Warrior King?"

Mu Feng's voice trembled a little.

"Ahem~"

However, within the sea of knowledge, it seems that a voice choked by the water was immediately inherited, and said, "No." ”

Mu Feng wanted to curse......

"Hmm. The slightly vicissitudes of life voice groaned for a moment, relieved the embarrassment, and said solemnly: "It's not impossible to kill this martial king, but with the current strength of this god, if you really want to do it, the chance is less than one percent." ”

Under Mu Feng's long black hair, there was a madness condensing in his bloodshot eyes.

The five fingers clenched together, making a creaking sound of bones rubbing.

The anger in his heart almost burned his reason to death.

"Are you sure?"

The boy muttered, slowly exhaling a breath of turbidity.

Mu Feng didn't have much doubt about the voice in the sea of knowledge.

Because, his strong rise is thanks to the "Ancestral Dragon Emperor Zundian"!

Bang, bang!

With every step Mu Feng took, the white jade ground under his feet was directly shattered like tofu, and the soles of his feet were deeply rooted in it, leaving holes that exuded bloody gas.

It's terrifying!

Crunchy.

Moreover, the closer to the moon and the wind, the stronger the coercion became, like a tidal wave, and even the breath was terrifying with a trace of blood and a sense of severe pain.

If it wasn't for the cultivation of the dragon pattern change, Mu Feng had no doubts.

Now I will definitely be covered with blood and mud by the pressure field!

Seeing that the young man was so tenacious, all the disciples present were moved. Some female disciples even didn't recognize it, and their beautiful eyes wept.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and the firmness in Mu Feng's eyes made Yue Suifeng feel a little upset.

However, he was a dignified martial king powerhouse, and he didn't bother to use any despicable means at all, and looked indifferently at the posture of an invincible dragon looking down on the ants.

Call~~

Mu Feng, who was covered in blood and was terrifying, really approached.

His eyes did not look at the moon and the wind, but stared at Su Rou affectionately and grinned.

However, the handsome face was a little hideous because the burden was too heavy: "Rourou, you must wait for me." I swear, I, Mu Feng, will definitely go looking for you, and since then, no one has dared to touch a single hair of you. ”

"Okay, I'll wait for you, Brother Kaede. ”

Su Rouxiang's shoulders trembled and she couldn't cry.

Airplanes!

The air trembled violently, and I saw that the dagger in Su Rou's hand disappeared. The delicate body is even sitting on a throne, which has a shocking beauty.

And beside him, the moon followed closely with the wind. The white-clothed disciple stood behind him.

"Boy, don't worry for the time being, you haven't reached the realm of the Martial King, and the body of Xuanyin doesn't have much effect on the 'Moon with the Wind'. ”

"Moreover, this physique, it is said that forcibly breaking the body without reaching the realm of the Martial King has a fatal poison for male cultivators!"

In the back of my mind, the voice said.

"The fastest, with a soft physique, how long will it take to reach the realm of the Martial King!"

Mu Feng's eyes flashed and asked.

With a hint of solemnity, the slightly old voice said, "Maybe... Five years. ”

Once Su Rou reaches the realm of the Martial King, I am afraid that this month Suifeng will try to double cultivate with him and break through the realm.

The young man's eyes flashed, he glanced at the beauty in the sky, and shouted, "Three years." Three years I will go after you. ”

Yue Suifeng's sword eyebrows frowned slightly, and at this time, he saw the young man below who was like an injured young wolf, with murderous intent in his eyes like a sea, and said coldly: "And you, after three years, I will kill you!"