Qingyun Mountain, above Yuntai Peak.

Just when Ning Yuqing wanted to die with the Rat King, a lazy voice suddenly floated out of thin air on the top of Yuntai Peak.

Although the voice was not loud, the disciples of the two factions who were fighting bloodily on Yuntai Peak could hear it clearly.

Everyone's hearts were in a daze, even the Rat King, who was secretly frightened.

This person's skill is so high, he is even stronger than himself, and the words just now actually made his chest surge of qi and blood, and it was extremely uncomfortable.

How could such a master show up so easily, the Rat King was puzzled.

Even if he hadn't been out of the mountain for several years, if it weren't for the son of the head of the family being killed, he wouldn't have gone out in person.

Seeing that his powerful palm was about to meet Ning Yuqing, suddenly a figure flashed, as if it appeared out of thin air, the speed was so fast, and the body shape was so weird, even a master like the Rat King had never seen it clearly.

At the same time, a palm shadow that seemed to be light and fluttering, but was actually mixed with unparalleled strength, slapped towards the rat king's chest, and the powerful true qi made the rat king's clothes flutter, and an overwhelming pressure made the rat king a little breathless.

He instinctively wanted to dodge, but to his horror he found that it was too late.

The other party's speed was so fast that he didn't have time to dodge at all.

After a dull slap sound, the Rat King's body trembled slightly, and the next moment, he only felt a turmoil in his internal organs, his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of scarlet blood spurted out, and his body flew backwards quickly like a leaf.

Although he was seriously injured, the rat king's consciousness was still clear.

He clearly understood that he was very skilled. If I stay any longer, I'm afraid that I will be here today.

Thirty-six counts. It's best to go.

It was in the midst of lightning that the Rat King made up his mind.

Seeing that his body was about to hit a boulder on the mountain peak, he forced a breath of true qi and flipped a slightly embarrassed volley, his body was able to avoid the boulder, and just as he passed by the boulder, he slammed his toes on the stone, and his body fled forward as quickly as electricity.

"Turtle son. If you want to run, you agreed!" was still the joking voice, and the rat king listened to it in his ears, and he unconsciously felt frightened.

He ran away without his life, but a strong pressure hit behind him, and his figure was stagnant, the next moment. He found that he had become meat on someone else's chopping block, unable to move at all.

"Y-who are you?" the Rat King had never been so panicked, he had few opponents for so many years since his debut, and what he thought was an easy task turned out to be his swan song. This fact was clearly unacceptable to him.

"Who am I?" the mysterious man smiled and said, "Ye Xing will not change his name, sit or change his surname." Qin Feng is also!"

"Qin-Qin Feng!" The Rat King couldn't believe his ears, he shook his head vigorously and said, "No-impossible, how can your skills be so strong?

The person who came was Qin Feng, who saw the rat king in his hand like a chicken, and smiled harmlessly: "Turtle son." The world is so big that there are no surprises. A rat-eyed man like you. There are so many things I don't understand. ”

Speaking of this, a rich murderous aura quickly appeared on his originally gentle face, and his voice was slightly cold: "Okay, everything that needs to be said has been said, you should go on your way!"

When the Rat King heard this, he was shocked. He was about to beg for mercy, but a large hand grabbed him tightly by the throat and tightened it tighter and tighter.

His mouth was wide open, and an indescribable feeling of suffocation made him struggle desperately, but to no avail.

His consciousness began to gradually blur and dissipate, because of suffocation, his face was red, then slightly purple, his body twitched violently, and soon his eyes were dark, and he didn't know anything.

The Rat King is dead, so incredible. All couldn't believe it was true.

The shock in the hearts of the two Ning Yuxi sisters can be imagined.

The young master's skills, they know, even if he recovers as before, it is only comparable to their strength, but why in just one month, he not only recovered intact, but what is even more terrifying is that his skills are so strong, even the rat king, one of the four kings of the Seven Evil Sects, was killed by him so easily.

How strong does this need to be to cultivate?

They were a little stupid, looking at Qin Feng stupidly, as if everything around them no longer existed.

Qin Feng took the life of the Rat King, he threw the Rat King on the ground like garbage, and he just swept his eyes at the remnants of the Seven Evil Sect's disciples, and immediately frightened them one by one, and fled in the wilderness.

The disciples of the Holy Gate wanted to chase after them, but Qin Feng spoke: "Let them go back and report the news, these Xiaoxiao, one day, I will kill them one by one!"

"Yes, Master!" The disciples of the Holy Gate did not have as many thoughts as the two Ning Yuxi sisters, and they were extremely happy in their hearts after witnessing the strong strength of the leader. For many years, the Holy Gate has never been so proud, and now with such a strong leader, the prosperity of the Holy Gate is just around the corner.

One by one, they knelt on the ground and answered in unison. Blood stained their shirts red, and their fiery hearts red.

Qin Feng was very satisfied with these disciples, and their every move just now fell into his eyes.

With such disciples, there is great hope for the revival of the Holy Gate.

"No need to be formal, get up, get up!" Qin Feng waved his hand, and all the disciples felt a strong but gentle force holding them up.

After being shocked in their hearts, they became more and more reverent for Qin Feng.

After Qin Feng greeted the disciples of the Holy Gate, he walked straight to Ning Yuxi's two sisters, and the female disciples followed closely behind.

"Rainy past, rainy sunny!" Qin Feng's voice was extremely soft, like a spring breeze in March.

"Young Master!" the second daughter muttered, if it weren't for the scruples of the disciples being there, they would have burst into tears.

Although it was a short night, they had a feeling of being separated from the world.

originally thought that the two sisters were going to be separated from Qin Fengtian forever, but they didn't expect that at the critical moment, God helped them.

They held back tears, but their delicate bodies trembled slightly.

Qin Feng saw it in his eyes, and he felt great pity in his heart.

He came to the second daughter, regardless of everyone's eyes, and hugged the second daughter in his arms, he blamed himself a little: "Yuxi, Yuqing, let you be wronged!"

"Young Master, we are not wronged, it is our happiness to die for the young master!" Ning Yuxi said softly, although she was in unbearable pain at the moment, her heart was warm and sweet. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (ha18.) to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support, is my biggest motivation. 18. Reading. )