Chapter 58: The Storm

In the mustard city, in the hall of the heirs of the Feng family, a soul fire was suddenly extinguished. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info This is the natal fire left by Feng Yuhe, that is, a wisp of soul thought.

The soul is extinguished, which indicates that Feng Yuhe has died in Huangquan.

As soon as the news came out, for a while, the entire Feng family exploded. Crying, screaming, messing around, up and down the tribe, all in mourning.

In front of the hall, Feng Yuelun knelt on the ground, his lips trembling, and his face was full of grief and indignation. He clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and said, "If you don't take revenge, you won't be a man." ”

Outside the city, on the road to Sibi Mountain, a great battle was still in full swing.

The old patriarch of the Liang family, incarnated as a yin and yang face, and the power of atavism actually made a draw with Gongsun Ze in the realm of the nine-fold corpse and the dog.

Calculating the time, Liang Kuan has been holding out for nearly a quarter of an hour, his strength is weakening, and it is estimated that it will not be long before he will be beaten back to his original form.

Once he loses this power, he will also follow in the footsteps of the Jade River and become the soul of Yan Sanjun.

"Bang, bang!"

After two successive blows, the two men in the battle each stepped back.

A few drops of sweat appeared on Gongsun Ze's face, and when he was evenly matched, he could only do his best.

On the other side, Liang Kuan was already out of breath, and the power of the bloodline, after all, was also an external force, and while using this power, his body was also under tremendous pressure.

"Are you really going to kill them all?" Liang Kuan's voice trembled, and his tone was weak and weak. He was already scared, scared from the bottom of his heart.

"Are you scared?" Yan Sanjun stepped forward and said expressionlessly.

"I, I ......" Liang Kuan didn't know how to answer, but looked at Yan Sanjun silently with a pair of begging eyes. At this moment, his yin and yang face is slowly receding, and he is about to change back to his original shape. And this will mean that his atavistic power is about to disappear completely.

"Hey, why bother with today!" Yan Sanjun just sighed slightly, and did not have the idea of killing him. In the underworld, mercy is like a knife that cuts the throat, and to be merciful to the enemy is to be cruel to oneself.