Duan Zhengfeng felt a burst of despair in his heart, could it be that it was wrong to surrender and admit intimidation?

"The surname is Qin, you are too much!"

"Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

Duan Zhengfeng simply let go, his hands were sealed, and he burst into a shout: "Maoshan magic technique, samadhi true fire, urgent as a law!" ”

Wow!

Two three-color divine fires appeared in the sky and greeted the ice tide.

Qin Yi didn't turn his head and sneered, and looked at Duan Zhengfeng lazily, as if he was already a dead man, and slowly returned to the table.

The Samadhi True Fire, the grandmaster-level technique, is a little stronger than Zhang Daling, and it can't enter his eyes.

Duan Zhengfeng is still relatively confident in the unique divine fire that he has cultivated for decades!

This fire can melt hundreds of feet of ice, does not avoid water and earth, and grows when it sees the wind, but it can refine demons, how can it be compared to this small Xiaoice wave?

Fire and ice are intertwined!

However, what dumbfounded everyone was!

The incomparably majestic Samadhi True Fire was instantly solidified into two white ice flowers, which fell from the air and fell to pieces!

Duan Zhengfeng suddenly shook his dantian and completely lost control of the true fire!

At the same time, there was an unprecedented cold coming from his Yongquan acupoint, like thousands of silver needles, piercing every inch of skin and every meridian, and he couldn't help but let out a violent scream in pain.

However, he was horrified to find that from under his feet, the snow-white moisture was slowly solidifying into ice at a speed visible to the naked eye!

"No!"

"No!"

"Why? You can't give me a way to live! ”

Duan Zhengfeng's eyes widened angrily, and he could only watch himself turn into an ice sculpture!

In the next second, the cold ice cracked inch by inch, "Ah! Duan Zhengfeng screamed in despair, and suddenly turned into ice slag on the ground!

"Maybe I didn't make it clear enough!"

"Regardless of the rest, only the thief will be punished!"

Qin Yi's cold voice echoed in the hall, a hundred times colder than the winter wind that passed through the hall.

The Duan family unconsciously tightened their necks, and they couldn't wait to change their surnames on the spot.

And Ran Hu's relatives, when they heard that only the Duan clan was punished, they all ran downstairs in fright, for fear that they would be too late and be punished by this killing god.

In the building, there are only a few deacons of the Duan family left, these people are Duan Dezu's direct relatives, and most of the blood on Duan Zude's hands is from their handwriting!

"Da Ling, you stand down and wait for me downstairs!"

Qin Yi instructed Zhang Daling, who was sweeping the formation.

"Yes!"

"Be careful!"

Zhang Daling bowed his hand and walked away quickly.

He knew that the duel between the old and new generations of alliance masters was about to begin, and in front of such peerless masters, he would become a burden to Qin Hou!

"Look, old man, it's up to you!"

"I will avenge the head of the family!"

Duan Boxiu's throat was dry for a while, and he looked at Duan Zhengyang with blank eyes.

Duan Zhengyang took a slight breath, trying his best to suppress the uneasiness in his heart and enter the realm of meditation.

He hadn't done anything with anyone for decades, and today he witnessed the killing of his son and brother, and he was restless for a while.

"Qin thief, suffer death!"

"Scatter beans into soldiers!"

Duan Zhengyang swept his sleeves, and dozens of golden beans in his sleeves suddenly turned into golden armor runes, and the void stabbed at Qin Yi, the god was fierce and fierce.

These talismans are like heavenly gods, one foot taller, spears and broadswords are all shining with cold light, and they have the power to surrender without fighting!

If ordinary people see this as a trick, they are very wrong.

As the head of the Maoshan faction in the past, Duan Zhengyang cultivated to an almost immortal Qi Tianzun, and the spells he used were all Maoshan top spells!

These talismans contain a powerful murderous aura, which can not only cause physical damage to people, but also traumatize the soul!

Even ordinary grandmasters, they don't dare to underestimate it!

"Carving insect skills!"

Qin Yi's body moved forward, his hands were forked and closed, and dozens of doppelgangers came out of his body and crashed into Fu Bing!

Bang!

The law is broken, and the runes and clones are broken together.

"Ahh

"Maoshan Yin!"

Duan Zhengyang was shocked, his sword fingers closed, and he threw out a big seal, and when the air became like a big fight, the golden light flashed, and it was buckled on Qin Yi's head.

This seal is like Mount Tai pressing on the top, the ghosts and gods are shocked, and it is Duan Zhengyang's magic weapon of the town faction.

"Look at me breaking you!"

"Print!"

Rumble!

The Great Seal of the Natal Netherworld flew out from the center of the eyebrows, and it was also a void collision.

Bang!

The two seals collided, the two rays of purple and gold were intertwined, and almost at the same time, a crisp sound came, and the Maoshan Great Seal was like an egg hitting a stone, and the sound shattered into smoke!

Burst!

"My magic weapon!"

Duan Zhengyang was as frightened as a dog, and at the same time, he was injured by the Dao Law shock, and opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of old blood.

He never dreamed that the Maoshan Town Sect Law Seal, which had been passed on for hundreds of years, could not afford to be a blow, you must know that the ancestors of the past generations have relied on this seal to subdue demons and eliminate demons!

Qin Yi's eyebrows flashed, he withdrew the big seal, and sneered proudly: "What other magic weapons and spells, use them one by one, teach me to break you!" ”

"Natal seal, you came down from Kunlun Mountain?"

Duan Zhengyang asked in a cold voice.

Except for those immortal qi heavenly venerables in Kunlun Mountain who could sacrifice and refine magic weapons, he couldn't imagine who in the martial arts world today had this ability.

You must know that he is the head of Maoshan Mountain, one of the Dharma Sects in the world, and he does not have a natal magic weapon, at most, he has raised an old ghost for hundreds of years!

"Kunlun Xiaojing, it's not worth mentioning!"

Qin Yi flicked his sleeves, and the big copper kettle hanging on the big table flew over according to Duan Zhengyang.

Duan Zhengyang drew a spell with his right hand, slapped it over, and smashed the copper kettle!

Qin Yi pointed five fingers, and thousands of hot splashes turned into ice swords and stabbed at Duan Zhengyang.

Duan Zhengyang didn't expect that there would be such a thing in the middle, so he hurriedly vacated the air and waved it upside down, and pushed out the Wumadhi True Fire with both hands, Zizi!

True fire intersected with countless ice swords, and the air was filled with a thick vapor of steaming water.

Sigh!

The ice sword turned into water vapor, but Duan Zhengyang was also embarrassed by the water vapor splashing his clothes.

At this moment, the more he fought in his heart, the more shocked he became.

This young king is definitely an unprecedented peerless genius, martial arts are all at the pinnacle, between gestures, exercises and spells are arbitrary, there is no trace at all, there is no rule to follow, it is simply distressing.

"You are not my opponent, for the sake of you are also a number one, I will give you a chance to kill yourself!"

Qin Yi looked at Duan Zhengyang, who was breathing unsteadily and his eyes were showing fear, and said calmly.

"Master Hou, the Duan family is indeed not your opponent, but the Duan family has no grievances with you, why do you want to kill them all?"

"My son has already lost his life, and it's time to have any grievances, you think it's better to turn the war into a jade silk, okay?"

Duan Zhengyang bowed his hand and bowed.

"Ten thousand years of blood feud can only be eliminated by returning blood for blood!"

Qin Yi closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and cut the railroad to the fore.

He will never forget the ten thousand years in hell, as soon as he closes his eyes, it is the tragic death of his parents, relatives and friends, the Duan family, as the number one executioner of the Yan family, is stained with the blood of the Qin family, and this blood feud will never die!

The Yan family is not extinguished, how can the heart be at peace?

"Ten thousand, ten thousand years?"

Duan Zhengyang felt a little inexplicable, since he couldn't figure it out, then he had to fight to the death.

"Okay, if you want the old man's life, then ask her first!"

"Draw the ground as a prison!"

Duan Zhengyang jumped and landed above the railing, stepping on the Xuanbu in the void, pointing at the talisman with his sword!

But seeing that he was surrounded by golden light, and the white shirt was hunting in the wind, just like below the true immortal of the heavenly realm, the sword commander rebuked Fang Xuan, and countless runes flew to the four corners of the teahouse!

(End of chapter)