Bath Phoenix City, a mountain villa in the northern suburbs.

Covering an area of 10,000 acres, the building is magnificent, before the villa, there is a river, on the river is a white jade bridge, and one end of the bridge is the villa.

On the other end is a peach grove, just when the peach blossoms are blooming.

"Childe, please look, this peach forest is quite elegant?"

Yan Feng and Feng Qing'er, the two of them stood in front of this peach forest.

Sweeping through this peach forest, the petals are flying, I have to say, it is indeed beautiful, Yan Feng glanced at Feng Qing'er, and there was also a peach blossom mark in the place where Feng Qing'er's left eyelid was.

Thus... This woman is very fond of peach blossoms.

"This mountain villa is my ancestral land, this peach blossom forest, which was also planted by my own hands when I was young, and now it has gone through 30 million years, and it is in full bloom, just like the beginning. ”

Thirty million years...

Yan Feng's eyebrows condensed slightly, this woman seems to be a pure girl, but in fact, she lives like an old demon.

It's just that what Yan Feng didn't expect was... This northern suburb mountain villa will be the ancestral land of this Feng Qing'er.

"Childe, please. ”

Feng Qing'er turned around and pointed towards the villa.

Yan Feng didn't shirk anything, and went directly to the jade bridge.

The two...

Walk across the Jade Bridge and go a few miles further from under the bridge.

The gate of the villa is already close at hand.

But... Yan Feng's eyebrows condensed slightly, and a strong bloody aura came out of this mountain villa.

Feng Qing'er beside her changed her face even more!

Before the two of them could reach the villa.

From the orchards on both sides, there were dozens of people, all dressed in black, who appeared one after another.

The moment these black-clothed men appeared, Yan Feng's heart suddenly twisted... The cultivation of these black-clothed people is all a wasteland!

As for the specific realm, with the realm of Yan Feng at this moment, it is impossible to see through it at all!

"Daddy... Mother!"

Feng Qing'er looked at the place of the villa, saw the blood on the gate of the villa, and the tears on her face came out of her eyelids in an instant, and the whole person instantly cried into tears!

But that's the time to count... Feng Qing'er's eyes showed a decisive intention to kill, and with a wave of her hand, a white qi suddenly wrapped around Yan Feng's body.

"The head of the family has an order, and the Feng clan is full of doors!"

"Kill!"

Those dozens of people in black were all shouting and killing towards Feng Qing'er!

The monstrous killing intent, as well as the dozens of desolate realm coercion, is not at all something that only the Yan Feng of the Heavenly Saint Cultivator can withstand at this moment, but fortunately, there is a circle of Feng Qing'er's white qi outside his body, and this white qi removes all the coercion that is pressed.

"Childe, this is a family feud, it affects Childe's thoughtfulness, Qing'er is really guilty, Childe can rest assured... Even if I, Feng Qing'er, fight for this life, I will protect my son and leave safely. ”

A blue and white soft sword appeared in Feng Qing'er's hand, with a resolute meaning in her eyes.

Dozens of black-clothed people in the wasteland pressed directly towards the two!

Feng Qing'er protects Yan Feng, a sword... Directly penetrated the chest of a black-clothed man in front of him, and the sword qi collapsed into the person's dantian, and his soul was shattered.

But the same... A knife also fell on Feng Qing'er's left arm.

Blood, spurted out!

"Childe be careful!"

And at this moment, there was a man in black, who actually bypassed Feng Qing'er and pointed his edge directly at Yan Feng.

The speed is so fast, Yan Feng can't react at all!

And the power of the wasteland... The harsh wind at this moment can't be resisted!

Burst!

It was the sound of a blade sinking into flesh!

Eyes... Shocked!

Yan Feng looked at the woman in front of him, a sword... directly pierced Feng Qing'er's heart.

Blood, gushing out!

Severe wind... In fact, when these men in black appeared, they were puzzled.

I guessed in my heart whether this would be a trick that Feng Qing'er deliberately did, in order to gain her trust so that she could get what she wanted from her mouth.

But... When Yan Feng saw this sword penetrate Feng Qing'er's heart, he saw the blood splattering.

Suddenly, I was stunned in my heart, this sword directly pierced Feng Qing'er's heart, no matter how I looked at it, I didn't want to act.

There is no such realistic drama either.

And the breath on this Feng Qing'er's body has begun to scatter rapidly at this moment!

Her soul... Will be scattered!

The scattering of souls will never be able to be performed!

The most important thing is that this sword, she is blocking for herself!

Whether it's true or not, she... After all, he saved his life.

There is no falsehood of this!

At this moment, putting aside the doubts in his heart, Yan Feng fiercely put his hand on Feng Qing'er's shoulder.

The primordial vortex of the dantian land in the body, the primordial qi gushed out, and instantly sank into Feng Qing'er's body.

Feng Qing'er's soul, which was about to disperse, was stabilized in an instant!

picked up Feng Qing'er, and Yan Feng did not hesitate at all.

Heaven weeps unmatched!

In an instant, the figure turned into nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine!

And his body escaped into the void, hugged Feng Qing'er, and left quickly!

Heaven Cry is unparalleled, not only has extremely powerful combat power.

The avatars are as powerful as the main body.

One of the more commendable things about him is that he ran for his life!

When the Heavenly Weeping Warrior is activated, the body melts into the void... Even if you cultivate to be much stronger than yourself, you can't detect it!

And there are many clones interfering, and the breath emitted by each clone is the same as the body, and there is no way to find out where the body is!

Maybe... This is also the reason why the Sky Cry Sword will appear next to Yan Feng.

The sword of the desolate emperor, the sword of the heavens.

One sword is divided into two, and the sky weeps sword... With the son of the desolate emperor, scattered and disappeared.

Its mission must be to protect.

Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine Yan Feng clones, those dozens of desolate realm powerhouses, just a tea time, is to kill all these clones!

When the last Yan Feng clone was also killed.

The dozens of black-clothed people all stopped, and the person who was originally dead and fell to the ground with a ray of light dissipated, and turned into a puppeteer.

Among the people in black, the person who was the leader tore off the black cloth covering his face at this moment, Mu Shuang.

At this moment, Mu Shuang had a look of surprise in his eyes...

The sword that Fang just faced Yan Feng was deliberately stabbed by her, Feng Qing'er was the Glass God Emperor... Naturally, there can't really be anything.

It's just that Mu Shuang is very strange.

Originally, according to the plan, it was Feng Qing'er who burned her soul and desperately protected Yan Feng and rushed out...

But he didn't expect that Yan Feng actually had such a technique!

One body into ten thousand.

And... After Fang Cai Mushuang's deliberate comparison, these doppelgangers are exactly the same as the entities of the ontology!

Fang was escaped by Yan Feng, and he definitely didn't let go... It's Mu Shuang, I really can't find a trace of Yan Feng's departure!

And the harsh wind... Just a celestial saint.

A Heavenly Saint can escape under the hands of dozens of Wasteland powerhouses, it is unimaginable.

"No wonder Your Majesty is willing to deign to accompany you, and even willing to be a maid..."

In Mu Shuang's eyes, there was a hint of enlightenment at this moment.

Previously, she always thought that it was not worth it for the Liuli God Emperor to do this, but it was just a secret that was prying out of a person's mouth, and she took it directly and tortured it.

And now it seems...

This harsh wind is by no means an ordinary person.

It is not a secret in the mouth of ordinary people, nor is it an ordinary secret.

In this case, it is necessary to use extraordinary methods!

Hand, slightly raised.

Mu Shuang, as well as these dozens of wasteland powerhouses, their figures, all dissipated in place.

(End of chapter)