A blood-red figure, with a breath that seemed to come from the barbarian ancient wilderness, appeared silently in front of Meng Changsheng and the others, with a little fingertip, the red light flashed, and the sword of the peak powerhouse of the Martial Emperor made a crisp sound, and it was simply broken.

The majestic power completely dissipated into invisibility, and the strange murderous aura condensed so that people couldn't open their eyes.

This is a young man in blood, who looks to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, but his eyes are redder than his clothes, as if he is a killing god from hell.

He just held one hand and clicked his finger, and a powerful momentum made everyone tremble.

Meng Changsheng and the others obviously didn't expect that they might be saved in that situation, and when they turned over and stood up, they were still in a trance.

Captain Wan felt a little dull on his face, and with a muffled snort, the broken sword stabbed at the enemy who was close at hand with the power of Wanjun.

"I can't help myself!" The blood-clothed young man snorted coldly and gently pushed it out with one palm.

"Boom, boom!"

The palm wind thundered, the wind hidden the dragon, the cloud hidden tiger, the tiger dragon posture, instantly pierced the body of the captain, and then took him to fly a hundred feet in an instant, along the way, the living were shattered, the earth and stones were destroyed, and a terrible rainbow ditch three zhang wide, two zhang deep, and a hundred zhang long appeared horizontally in the center of the battlefield.

The battle all stopped, and all the people watched this terrible scene with a miraculous expression.

With just this blow, including the Lady Wan at the peak of the Martial Emperor, hundreds of people were killed in one move in seconds, and the bones were gone, all of them turned into a sky full of blood and flesh!

Strong, terrifying, this kind of power, it is simply impossible for people to have, this, this is God, only God can move thunder to cry ghosts, and calm all things to God howl.

"Hehe, Hachi, you've scared others."

A slender figure walked in from outside the crowd, every step was nine inches and five minutes, and the person in front of him was also bounced away, vomiting blood at the lightest, and cracking the bones at the worst, so no one dared to stand in his way later, let him go straight through the human wall, and came to the center of the battlefield as if no one was around.

He has an extremely handsome face, with a nine-inch-and-five-minute supreme step, a golden tiger head knife at his waist, and his left hand habitually gently knocks on the tiger head of the handle of the treasure knife, looking very cynical.

This person is naturally the long-lost Feng Tianche!

Looking at this unruly man, Leng Meiying's eyes turned red unconsciously.

She really regrets not listening to him now, otherwise, she would not be as passive as she is today, letting so many people die for herself, letting Su Qi and Meng Changsheng almost lose their lives, and letting Xiang Duxiu lose an arm.

Feng Tianche didn't stay, and came straight to Leng Meiying, as if he didn't see the Marquis of Zhenguo and Bai Ze next to him, and he also turned a blind eye to the thousands of troops and horses around him.

He has this qualification and this ability, because he is the Emperor of Ten Thousand Beasts, the true master of the entire Warcraft Forest, and a super strong man who is deeply feared by all forces today.

"I'm late and I've made you suffer, my darling......"

Every time, Leng Meiying desperately threw herself into his arms, this embrace was so warm and solid, in this embrace, Leng Meiying felt the deepest touch, she was like a child who had been bullied, she threw herself into the arms of her parents and cried fiercely.