In the world meeting, the strongest person is the hero.

But in second place, it was neither Bu Jingyun nor Nie Feng.

It's the father of the hero!

To be ruthless, Xiongba definitely inherited his father's genes.

That person's strength is not as strong as Xiongba, but there is an extremely evil martial art in his family. Perhaps, now he is much stronger than Xiongba!

Bai Feiyun's eyes narrowed slightly, that old guy, really didn't plan to save his son?

Xiongba's face was extremely pale, and the internal force continued to pour into Bai Feiyun's body.

"Huh"

A purple figure flew out from the first floor of the world, and no one could see his appearance clearly, because his speed was too fast. In the eyes of everyone, it was like a purple lightning bolt.

Among the Seven Demon Chasers, the purple-clothed boss!

On the rivers and lakes, no one knows what his name is. I only know that he likes to wear purple clothes, and he hasn't appeared for fifty years, and there are not many people who still know him in the rivers and lakes.

In the purple cloak, a blood-red hand grabbed Bai Feiyun.

This is, Hui Yuan bloody hand!

Bai Feiyun made a palm print, he really wanted to know how domineering the Yuan Blood Hand was this time!

There was no sound, the palms of the two hands were imprinted.

"Boy, I'm going to suck you dry!" The purple-clothed boss has an old face, a white beard and hair, and is seventy or eighty years old, and he is still one-armed!

His left hand was cut off more than fifty years ago!

The one who cuts off his arm is the devil!

A piece of the past, the boss in purple never said it, and even the male bully never knew about it. Xiongba only knows that there is a strong enemy in his family, called Black Pupil!

Huiyuan bloody hand not only absorbs people's internal force, but also absorbs people's essence at the same time! For more than fifty years, even if it is simply accumulated, the internal force will be extremely strong, and the purple-clothed boss will obviously not slowly accumulate after learning the Huiyuan bloody hand, he is not a crippled Wuyazi. His strength has accumulated to an incredible realm, even stronger than Bai Feiyun.

Between the palms, the two internal forces continue to rotate, like two whirlpools, trying to attract each other's internal forces.

Suddenly, Bai Feiyun's face changed, and the three internal forces that had just been absorbed in his body were faintly uncontrollable, and the pale male bully actually showed a hint of a smile.

Hui Yuan bloody hands, his family's ancestral exercises! Although he never learned, he always knew!

This time, maybe it's a calculation!

From the moment Wushuang City was destroyed, Xiongba began to calculate Bai Feiyun. There were too many people who had seen Bai Feiyun that day, and it was not surprising that there were spies from the Tianxia Society.

But, what about calculations?

Bai Feiyun's palm suddenly changed and turned into pure black.

Armed color domineering!

In One Piece, there are weapons that can resist divine weapons, and even flames, thunder and lightning!

The purple-clothed boss's face changed suddenly, just now the other party's internal force had obviously begun to loosen, and he wanted to absorb it, but suddenly, he couldn't feel anything. This feeling shocked his heart.

"Retreat!"

Without any hesitation, the purple-clothed boss had a strong sense of danger, and did not retreat in the slightest.

"Are you leaving?" Bai Feiyun's eyes were cold, and he withdrew the hand that was pressed on the Xiongba Dantian, and sealed it again.

"Whew!"

Without the suppression of the Northern Spiritual Skill, a three-color finger energy shot out from Xiongba's fingertips, and the remaining internal force was enough to support him to release this move.

It's very close, and if you don't pay attention, it's easy to be hit by this finger.

In an instant, Bai Feiyun disappeared in place so abruptly.

The entire square had already retreated to the side.

They won't strike without the orders of the Tyrant. There is an order from the hero, and they don't dare to make a move! Obviously, the other party is now completely pressing the hero!

It's a world of deceit, and no one but a few people will have pure loyalty.

At this moment, Bai Feiyun could not be seen in the square at all.

Everyone was looking for Bai Feiyun's location.

Heavenly, no!

All around, no!

Well, there is only one place where there may be

The purple-clothed boss's sense of crisis instantly increased a hundredfold, and the pupils of his eyes constricted, but he didn't confirm where the opponent was! He didn't dare to move, and if he did, there would be a flaw!

But at this moment, his calf was grabbed by a hand!

This hand, from the ground!

"Boom!"

The purple-clothed boss was dragged down by the hand below and smashed into the ground, leaving only one head outside.

Retreat!

A Taoist technique that Bai Feiyun has learned!

"Boom!" A loud bang erupted again, and all the dirt and stones around the purple-clothed boss exploded, and his extremely thick internal force set off a terrible storm.

"In the rivers and lakes, it's not that the internal strength is strong, it's enough!"

Before the words fell, a white figure fell from the sky, the figure was ethereal and chic, like walking in the clouds, and the sword came. The sword is not a sword, but a thunderbolt condensation, and the thunder light beats on it.

"Poof!"

The purple-clothed boss's strong aura still couldn't stop this sword!

A sword pierces through the heart!

The purple-clothed boss looked stunned, he didn't understand, why did he lose? However, the sword shadow just now is really good-looking!

"Xiongba, now it's your turn!"

The thunder and lightning dissipated, and Bai Feiyun stared at Xiongba, and the coldness in his eyes made Xiongba's heart secretly uneasy.

With only half of the internal force left, it is not difficult to deal with Yuzaburo, but against the mad god, how can this be an opponent?

The choice of Xiongba is to run!

Go, his Fengshen leg speed is a must! But, he's not the Wind God, he's not Nie Feng!

A few months later, Hangzhou's West Lake.

Above the West Lake, there was a poignant legend hundreds of years ago, the legend of the White Snake!

Bai Suzhen and Fahai are all mythical characters and have supreme power.

And that Xu Xian is weak and embarrassing, and he is played around.

And here, there is still a myth. About Xu Xian's father-in-law, this person is not surnamed Bai, his surname is Bu! However, it was a surname from 200 years ago, and now he has only one surprising name: God!

Two hundred years ago, there was another god in the Protoss Bu family.

Every hundred years, the Bu family will produce a god. So far, there are myths of the god of boxing, the god of palms, the god of swords, the god of swords and so on. If there is a god, the god will not live to be forty years old. But two hundred years ago, there was an accident.

The darkness of the night has made the world begin to return from hustle and bustle to silence.

On the edge of the West Lake, there are mountains and mountains, and on top of a barren mountain, there is a temple.

The temple is said to have been built here 200 years ago, and no one has ever known who the statue in the temple is. It's a remote, dilapidated place with weeds.

"Help"

A woman shouted for help, her voice getting closer and closer, until she reached the temple. Behind him, two strong men smiled lewdly: "Haha, little girl, the uncles just accepted you as the lady of the village, what are you afraid of?" Follow the uncle, how good it is to eat and drink spicy! ”

As he spoke, the two pounced.

The barren mountains are silent, let her shout, how can anyone come to the rescue?

Suddenly, a strange sound came from the idol: "Quack"

"Quack"

The sound was unusually vague, like a person's breathing, and like a person's snoring.

The two strong men were shocked, looked around, and then searched, but there was no trace of anyone. If you listen closely, the sound seems to be coming from inside the idol.

The two of them have also been evil for many years, and they are the most thieves, and in panic, they can no longer take care of the little girl, so they run away in a panic.

The little girl breathed a sigh of relief and said secretly: It turns out that there are really gods who are three feet above their heads!

Take out the fire fold from your sleeve and light the magic lamp on the copy. By the light of the star, she could see the idol above. All of them were made of granite, eight feet long, with a fierce and gloomy face, a mantle, and a body of armor.

The little girl was startled, and although she didn't know which god it was, she was in reverence, and if it weren't for it, she was afraid that she would be insulted by those two.

Thinking of this, I saw a bunch of incense on the copy, so I twisted three sticks out.

Fiery red incense!

The girl was stunned, she had never seen such a strange color of incense. She hesitated slightly, then let it go. She had never seen such a strange idol and incense.

"Click on it!" A voice echoed in the girl's ears.

The girl was stunned for a moment, but when she heard it, she was even more frightened.

"Dot." At the door, a man dressed in white appeared with a little boy.

The girl's heart was relieved, it seemed that there was someone. For some reason, she thought the sound was particularly good, so she immediately twisted the incense and lit it.

Thick smoke wafted in the temple, and the girl was stunned, only to feel a strange smell. When I looked at it again, I was shocked that the smoke ran all towards the nostrils of the idol's face, as if it had been sucked by the idol.