"Ugh!"

A cry of pain like that of the Extreme Clan Elder made the faces of the Yan Clan change drastically. The net is worth your collection.

When Shi Feng stabbed Yan Lun with a sword just now, an invisible scorching force enveloped him, and he couldn't help but want to kill him.

As a result, Shi Feng's left hand condensed the power of the demigods with a flick of his fingers, not only breaking the invisible power, but also shooting out an invisible energy, hitting the patriarch of the Yan clan who was hiding in the shadows, Yan Yan.

In the sky above Shi Feng, the figure of a middle-aged man with the momentum of an emperor appeared all over his body, and it was Yan Xuan, the patriarch of the Yan clan.

However, at this moment, Yan Yan no longer had the momentum that he had been high up that night, with a bloodshot on his face and face, his eyes widened, and he stared down in shock.

Below, his son Yan Lun's body was rapidly drying up, and a living person was soon reduced to a dried corpse that looked like it had been drained.

But at this moment, Yan Yan stared at the young black figure with a gaze that was more shocked than his son's death.

The man who had almost died in his own hands actually broke his own powerful blow with the power of one finger and injured himself.

In a short period of time, he has reached such heights.

What adventures did he have during this time!

"You're finally reluctant?" Shi Feng looked up at the Yan Yan, with a cold smile on the corner of his mouth.

With a movement of his right hand, he drew the bloodthirsty long sword that had pierced the throat of the dried corpse, and the shriveled corpse immediately fell towards the ground.

Shi Feng's figure flickered, and when he reappeared, he had already appeared in front of Yan Yande.

"You!" And when Yan Yan only said the word "you", Shi Feng raised his left hand and slapped it directly towards Yan Yan.

"You! Yes! Licentious! Seeing Shi Feng slap him directly, Yan Feng suddenly burst out with a burst of shouting.

He is the patriarch of the Yan tribe, and in the Yan tribe, he is the king!

How could he be so humiliated!

Suddenly, a strong aura rose from Yan Yan's body, and he actually directly burned his natal essence.

"You little brute! Is it really good for me to be bullied? ”

The natal essence was burning, Yan Yan saw Shi Feng's slap, his face showed hideous ruthlessness, his right hand turned into a fist, condensed the power of his whole body into his right fist, and blasted out violently towards Shi Feng's palm.

It is worthy of Yan Yan, the patriarch of the Yan clan, and this punch from the burning natal essence has reached the peak realm of a star and a demigod.

Yan Yan has pinned everything on this punch, even if his cultivation is a big loss, he must eradicate this threat.

"Hmph, Burning Natal Essence? Do you think it's strong? Patriarch of the Yan Clan. Shi Feng saw Yan Yan resisting and said disdainfully.

The slap he swung out still didn't stop, and he continued to swing forward, and then, Yan Yan's punch had already collided with Shi Feng's palm.

With a "snap", a crisp sound sounded, and Yan Yan's face was full of shock.

His punch with all his strength did not explode the man's palm, but his fist was shocked and thrown backwards, like a juggler.

At this time, Shi Feng's slap continued to fan towards Yan Xuan's face, and it came in an instant.

"Nope! No! When the slap came, Yan Yan's eyes widened and he let out two extremely unwilling yells.

Being slapped in front of so many people of the Yan Clan, this is more uncomfortable for him than death!

But no matter how unwilling Yan Yan was, he couldn't change the trajectory of the slap, and a crisp sound of "snap" sounded on Yan Yan's face.

Shi Feng slapped their patriarch Yan Yan heavily in front of thousands of people from the Yan tribe.

left a clear five-finger palm print on Yan Yan's face.

"Clan...... Patriarch ......"

"This ...... This wicked mountain witch people...... He...... How dare you! ”

He ...... Can...... Hateful ...... How so...... Patriarch ......"

The patriarch Yan Yan was slapped in the face, and the people of the Yan clan were extremely uncomfortable.

The patriarch's face was slapped in front of everyone, which was like slapping the face of every person of the Yan clan.

"Ahh And Yan Yan roared like crazy at this moment.

The whole person looked unusually violent.

"Humph! The patriarch of the Yan clan who is high above! Looking at Yan Yan, who had entered a state of rage, Shi Feng said coldly.

"That night, Ben Shao just inadvertently entered your Yan Clan's territory, and Ben Shao said to leave immediately! But you, the high-ranking Yan clan, the high-ranking Yan clan patriarch, are unrelenting, and you want to put your capital less than death! ”

Shi Feng opened his mouth to Yan Yan, and his tone became more and more cold.

"You evil beast, you deserve to die! I hate, I regret that I didn't kill you little brute that night! Yan Yan roared at Shi Feng.

"Humph! Now, it's useless for you to regret! Tonight will be your time of death, and by the hands of Ben Shao, you will be scattered and turned into an unrecognizable corpse. Shi Feng said coldly again, and the bloodthirsty sword in his hand stabbed towards Yan Yan.

Yan Yan had previously burned his natal essence and launched a full punch at Shi Feng, and his strength had already been exhausted.

Now that Shi Feng's sword stabbed, he had no strength to resist at all, Shi Feng's sword easily pierced into this Yan Yan's heart, and then penetrated out of his back.

"Uh......" A painful groan came out of Yan Yan's mouth, and he hunched over, raised his head, and glared at Shi Feng fiercely.

"Clan...... Patriarch ......"

"Patriarch!"

"Patriarch!"

The patriarch Yan Yan's body was pierced, and at this time, the people of the Yan clan let out a roar of grief.

And immediately after, under the gaze of one after another, the people of the Yan clan saw Yan Yan's body and quickly dried up.

The bloodthirsty sword devoured the blood, and soon followed in the footsteps of his son Yan Lun, turning into a shriveled corpse.

The soul was also quickly devoured by Shi Feng.

When Shi Feng pulled out the bloodthirsty sword, Yan Yan's corpse fell to the ground below.

Then, Shi Feng's head slowly raised, and his gaze swept forward, sweeping towards the dense and burning flame man.

"Yan tribe!" As soon as Shi Feng said these four words, he suddenly sensed that the bloodthirsty sword in his hand trembled slightly.

Putting the trembling bloodthirsty sword in front of his eyes, Shi Feng said, "It seems that the blood of those two people just now can't satisfy you at all!" But it doesn't matter, the blood flowing in these people's bodies will be yours tonight! Tonight, there will be no one left in the Yan clan. ”

"Tonight, no one of the Yan clan will be left!"

"Tonight, the people of the Yan clan will not leave ......"

In this fire-lit world, Shi Feng's indifferent words suddenly echoed.

But in the ears of thousands of people of the Yan Clan, it was as if the god of death had pronounced a verdict on their life and death!

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