On the streets, those who originally watched the excitement... Many of them stared at the man who had just appeared.

That is, Yan Feng!

The woman was already ready to cut off her heart and use death to keep her chastity.

But at this moment... The moment he saw the severe wind, the spiritual power that was reversed in his body stopped.

"Who are you?!How dare you spoil my good deeds!"

The young man with the black mole looked at Yan Feng and roared angrily, as if he was angry!

A hand was grabbed by Yan Feng... And the other hand smashed down towards Yan Feng!

"A little ancestral god, you really think you're a hero?!"

A young man with a black mole, with disdain in his words!

One punch... Smashed down on the wind!

Rumble!

An astonishing scene!

Even those passers-by... They were all stunned.

The woman who was protected by Yan Feng was even more shocked.

Only Qianluo, who was also mixed in the crowd, had a smile on the corner of his mouth at the moment.

In Chira's opinion...

It's... Son of the Emperor of the Wasteland!

Son of the Desolate Emperor!

How can such ordinary men be compared?

Yan Feng, with indifference in his eyes, the fist of the black mole young man hit Yan Feng in front of him.

But it's separated by three points of air, no matter how you fight... The hands of this black mole youth can no longer go half a step!

"How is that possible!"

The young man with the black mole suddenly pulled out his other hand from Yan Feng's hand, and with another punch, he smashed it down.

But except for the explosion that crashed into the air.

The wind itself... Not even a single hair moves!

"Impossible, die, die!"

The young man with the black mole is completely furious!

The two fists, like phantoms, fell towards Yan Feng at an extremely fast speed!

Originally, the onlookers scattered dozens of feet one by one, all watching the excitement of this scene.

Boom Boom!

Smoke and dust, rolling up around the place where the wind is!

After the black mole youth's fists were connected, the originally good ground was already shattered.

Stout panting...

The young man with a black mole was slightly bent over, and his face had a ruthless look.

Looking at the direction of Yan Feng...

In his opinion, the kid who didn't know the height of the sky should have turned into ashes with the little slut at this moment, and was directly smashed into an inhuman shape.

Of course... It's just what he thinks.

Smoke and dust, slowly dispersed,

That was originally the center of the street.

The two figures are still standing here, unshaken.

And at the moment... One of them.

But suddenly disappeared in place!

Call~!

A figure suddenly appeared in front of the young man with a black mole.

Before the young man with the black mole could react...... His neck was already pinched by the wind!

"You... You!"

A young man with a black mole with an incredible look in his eyes!

His head, desperately trying to look back... Two Eternal Protectors who want to see him.

But...

Not far behind him... The two protectors.

Two old men... At this moment, cold sweat is rolling up from his forehead, and he doesn't dare to move at all!

Qianluo has already locked the two of them.

That faint breath... The two men didn't dare to move at all.

Chira... This is an existence at the level second only to the Three Firmaments and Six God Emperors.

Where are these people who can match the existence.

For these people... A breath is enough to shake it up!

"You... What are you going to do?!"

The young man with the black mole, it was useless to see the two protectors who asked for help from him, so he could only look at Yan Feng... There was fear in those eyes!

Previously... No matter how he attacked, he didn't leave the slightest scar on Yan Feng's body.

And the person in front of you... gives people a breath, obviously only the ancestral god!

That's right... Yan Feng's cultivation is indeed an ancestral god.

But his physical body is a heavenly saint!

One more thing...

The Law of His Sword!

And the fusion of hundreds of divine sources, these divine sources... Invisibly, Yan Feng's strength has been bonus.

Yan Feng himself... I don't know how I can fight beyond the ranks. 、

After all... No one had ever had a precedent for merging the Divine Source before.

Yan Feng, with only a cold color in his eyes, looked at the black mole young man who was lifted by himself with one hand.

Headed, slightly tilted, he looked at the woman standing not far behind him.

That face... And Kyaukling, simply, exactly the same!

Ling'er...

It's me Yan Feng, I'm sorry for you.

With a sharp squeeze of his hand, the black mole youth's pupils dilated rapidly, and he let out a terrible scream.

And this voice has also become the last voice in his life.

In an instant, there was a red jade sword qi pouring into the body of this black mole young man.

The sword qi is vertical and horizontal, and everything in the body of this black mole young man, the soul, and the spirit, are all wiped out!

This kind of scum... I don't know how many good people have been harmed.

Kill him, Yan Feng did not hesitate at all.

And in the distance, the two protectors of the black mole youth watched the black mole young man die in front of him.

The two of them... At this moment, too, the action is resumed.

Not to mention...

Turn around and run!

They didn't dare to make a move against Yan Feng.

The breath from before... Just one breath of qi imprisoned the two of them.

That kind of fear from the depths of their hearts made the two of them unable to bring up the slightest thought of avenging the black mole youth.

Yan Feng also ignored the running away of these two old men.

These two people, dead or alive, have no meaning to Yan Feng.

Those around who watch the excitement... Seeing Yan Feng directly kill the black mole young man with one hand, all of them showed surprised expressions...!

This is the people of the Huyan clan...

Moreover, Yan Feng's cultivation, this is... Kill people by leaping over the ranks!

The ancestral god killed the Heavenly Sage, and he killed it so easily, he had never seen it!

And the other thing is... Those two eternal realms have no intention of revenge, they are all like encountering ghosts, lest they not win.

Everyone's eyes are condensed on Yan Feng's body.

Thinking... In speculation.

Who the hell is this person?!

Behind this man... What is the background?!

Yan Feng didn't take these people's speculations to heart.

Turn around slightly... Yan Feng looked at the woman.

This woman is also looking at Yan Feng at this moment.

There was a hint of fear in his eyes.

Anyway... Yan Feng's previous strength was enough to make her awe-inspired.

She is just a true god cultivator.

This kind of cultivation, in the Chaos Sanctuary, is not much different from that of mortals.

"Ling'er..."

Yan Feng, looking at the woman in front of him... Looking at this face that was exactly the same as Jiaoling, he actually shouted subconsciously.

The woman was slightly stunned...

Didn't get it... Why did Yan Feng shout this name.

Yan Feng also noticed it in a moment, knowing that he had lost his mind before.

The woman in front of her just happened to look like her, and it was not impossible to be vast.

Yan Feng sighed secretly and looked at the woman again.

Subsequently... Turned around.

Even, even a name, he didn't ask for it.

The woman, looking at Yan Feng's back... On his face, he couldn't help but show a trace of loneliness and disappointment.

She thought... He, at the very least, will ask his name.

(End of chapter)