Chapter 174: Never Die

But at this time, one inch is undoubtedly a heavenly distance for Han Feng.

Han Feng looked at the eight people who were hurrying not far away, his face was anxious, the initiator of killing Jiang Yongqi was in front of him, but this inch of distance could not be broken through no matter what, even if Han Feng used all the strength to eat, it was useless, stopping Han Feng's invisible power was like adding an extremely strong layer of defense in front of Nangong Xiong, so that Nangong Xiong was spared.

"Father?"

Nangong Xiong, who was immortal, exclaimed in surprise, turned his head and saw Nangong Wentian who came in a hurry, his face was happy, with his father and several uncles here, no matter how demonic Han Feng was in front of him, he was no longer afraid, and when he looked at Han Feng again, a trace of pity and a touch of pride hung on the corner of his mouth.

Nangong Xiong's smug expression deeply stimulated Han Feng's nerves, and at this moment, he was like a furious attack, quickly retracting his gun, ready to increase his strength and try again.

But before Han Feng could stab again, the shield that had just saved Nangong Xiong's life suddenly changed into an attacking weapon, attacking Han Feng head-on, and the huge squeeze made it difficult for Han Feng to breathe, as if he was drowning in the middle of the ocean.

The spear in his hand fell, and the sudden suffocation made Han Feng's face turn red, and his right hand, which could only move, scratched his throat stubbornly, feeling like he had a rope tightly tied to his throat, wanting to tear it off.

It was at this time that Wu Lao, who had already used a secret method to stabilize Jiang Yongqi's injury, immediately rushed to raise his eyebrows, his eyes were full of anger, as if the other party's behavior had touched his bottom line, and his rough hand was raised suddenly, and at the same time, a phantom rough palm also appeared behind Han Feng, and if you look closely, it was Wu Lao's, and he slapped his palm at the approaching coercion.

"Bang!"

After the two attacks collided, Wu Lao's transfiguration hand still existed, but the nameless coercion disappeared, but despite this, Han Feng was still hit by the powerful impact generated between the two and flew backwards, and the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth was connected into a straight line in the air.

When Wu Lao saw it, he immediately changed his direction and walked towards Han Feng, who was galloping, hugged it, and landed steadily.

On the other side, there were eight people standing beside Nangong Xiong at the moment, four of them were the Supreme Elder of Xuanwu Pavilion, who had incarnated into an infant, and the other four who were slightly younger, but also had a middle-aged appearance, were the current patriarchs of the four major families.

It was Nangong Xiong's father who attacked Han Feng just now regardless of his identity, Nangong Wentian.

At this time, Nangong Wentian squatted beside Nangong Xiong, seeing the injuries on Nangong Xiong's body clearly, his face was full of distress, and a trace of killing intent flashed in his pupils.

Hurriedly took out countless high-grade healing elixirs from the storage bag, and stuffed them into Nangong Xiong's mouth one by one, and did not hesitate to use his own true yuan to restore Nangong Xiong's injuries.

"Nangong asked, what are you doing?"

Suddenly, a deep anger like the sky falling into the ears of several people, seeing that the martial veteran Han Feng was properly placed, he walked towards them angrily, and even like that hooligan ruffian, he rolled up his sleeves and horns, as if he wanted to fight them hand-to-hand.

"Hehe, what are the seniors talking about, the juniors see that someone wants to kill my male son, is it difficult to sit idly by?"

Nangong Wentian's hand movements continued, and he replied with a mocking taste on his mouth.

"Hmph, then this is the reason why you don't care about your identity to shoot at juniors? It is common for juniors to fight with each other, and injuries are inevitable, presumably you should also know a sentence, life and death are fate, wealth and wealth are in the sky!"

Wu Lao's angry face also eased a little, although Nangong Wentian did not make his words clear, but Wu Lao knew what he did not say, and at this moment he lost the initiative, Wu Lao could only retreat and attack with reason.

"A good sentence of life and death, wealth is in the sky, then it is difficult for me to watch Xiong'er die at the hands of this villain, if it is replaced by a senior, the descendants of the predecessors are about to be killed in front of them, do the predecessors also have to watch like this?"

"Nangong asks the sky!"

Nangong Wentian stopped the movement in his hand, handed it over to the head of the Li family, and then stood up, facing Wu Lao without fear, and talked eloquently, but there was inevitably some rampant offense in his words.

Anyway, Elder Wu is also the guest elder of Xuanwu Pavilion, and he has a common glory and humiliation with them, and it is not the turn of an outsider to point fingers here, even if it is the four major families.

Nangong Wentian turned his head towards the person who scolded him without fear, a touch of disdain hung on the corner of his mouth, and said softly.

"Today's Xuanwu Pavilion is so magnificent, and I never thought about who supported the Xuanwu Pavilion in the first place, but now that the ancestors are not here, it is taken over by these outsiders, no wonder it will no longer be majestic and majestic again!"

"Bold!"

Several Taishang were like mice that had been stepped on by a cat, and they all jumped up in a hurry, scolding Nangong Wentian, and so far there was no alliance between the eight people.

"Heh, today's gift, the Nangong family remembers!"

Nangong Wentian didn't care what those Supreme Elders were saying, he just stared at Elder Wu and said a word, and glanced at Han Feng who was lying on the ground looking at this side.

"Let's go!"

Nangong Wentian took out a flying sword like a door panel, put Nangong Xiong on it, and said to several family masters.

When a few people turned around and prepared to leave, a faint and inaudible voice suddenly appeared in the field where even a needle could be heard.

"If I, Han Feng, are still alive, I will fight with your Nangong family!"

Almost gritted his teeth and spit out these words from Han Feng's mouth, but the answer he got was the disdainful laughter of the four family heads, and it was only Elder Wu who made them afraid, and it would never be him, a hairy boy who had not dried up.