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In the face of this murderous machine that filled the heavens and the earth, a gray-haired old man walked out, his face was withered, his wrinkles were as thick as the bark of an old tree, and his body was even weaker, as if he would be in the ground at any time, but in his cloudy eyes, the bright light occasionally flashed, but it gave people a feeling of shock.

"Who are you? I, Jiang Feng, never kill unknown people. ”

Jiang Feng was shocked, and his spirit was swept away, but he couldn't see the reality of the old man clearly, the muscles and bones in his body roared, the tiger and leopard dragon roared, and the power of more than 3,000 ancient giant elephants blessed his body, suppressing the sky, and the skin membrane on the surface of his body exuded the brilliance of glass, full of the great invincibility, great supernatural powers, and great immortality of Buddhism, and pushed his thighs horizontally, directly kicking the underground warrior who pulled him into a punch of blood mist.

As soon as the arm was stretched, two fingers were sandwiched between the long sword that was cut to the neck, the two fingers were slightly closed, and with a click, the hundred-forged steel sword at the level of human soldiers was crushed alive, and the whole process was easy and casual, but the owner of the long sword was frightened and fled in a hurry.

Jiang Feng just casually waved out an invisible and qualitative disaster power, and smashed into the fleeing warrior through the air, the long sword in his hand groaned steadily, looking at the old man in front of him.

"I'm too old to remember, I just know they call me Ghost Hand. ”

The old man watched Jiang Feng break this extraordinary killing machine so easily and casually, and showed a smile, the old face seemed to be back to the light, rejuvenated, the wrinkles dissipated, the skin was like jade, exuding a faint luster, crackling, and the rickety body was tall.

Jiang Feng only felt that for a moment in front of him, the old man standing in front of him disappeared, as if he was close to the end of the world, shrinking the earth into inches, and thousands of mountains and rivers turned into a fleeting thought, and the old man came to Jiang Feng's face.

With a dry hand, he set off a violent wind, like an eagle catching a rabbit, a tiger catching a wolf, a group of wolves hunting elephants, bursts of cold light, with a spirit that tore through the sky, and suppressed the past towards Jiang Feng's heart.

Hula!

Suddenly, Jiang Feng's body was like a bronze ancient tripod being hit by a blunt object, his muscles and bones shook, his body let out a long roar, his clothes burst, the ground under his feet trembled, he snorted, and the long sword in his hand waved, the flawless autumn wind was bleak, and the cold wind was three thousand feet.

The sword flashed, the power of thunder, and cut everything.

It seemed that he sensed that he couldn't claw out Jiang Feng's heart, and when he missed the blow, he immediately retreated, turned into a flying rainbow, and grabbed Jiang Feng's crotch.

The audience in the live broadcast room, seeing such a scene, secretly scolded shamelessly, but at the same time, there was an inexplicable excitement in their hearts, extremely nervous, their eyes widened, staring at the live broadcast room.

"Damn. ”

Jiang Feng didn't care about anything else, the phantom moon footwork was cast, and a perfect moon seemed to be drawn under his feet, and where the moon appeared, it moved at will, and it was three points faster than the old man. As a result, the old man pounced. Before he could think about it, the Hundred Forging Gang Sword Awarded by the Haoran Sword Sect in Jiang Feng's hand slashed at the old man's body, penetrating deep into the flesh and bones, bringing out a little blood.

"Junior, you are looking for death. ”

The old man wiped his bleeding arm with his fingers, his eyes were cold, staring at Jiang Feng like a poisonous snake, the cold light flashed in his hand, but he put on a pair of extremely sharp iron claws, and the terrifying iron claws emitted a breathtaking cold light under the scorching sun, like a living thing.

Under a closer look, this iron claw is actually a Xuan soldier, even if it is only a low-level Xuan soldier, it can easily crush the human soldiers, tear apart the defense of the fierce body realm cultivation, rolling spiritual power shock, a fierce body realm martial artist's momentum emanates from the old man's body, shocking people's hearts, the general Dao Tibetan realm is under such oppression, let alone the enemy, even if he raises the blade in his hand to fight back, he can't.

This is the momentum of a high-level martial artist against a low-level martial artist.

"Murderous realm? It's not like I haven't slaughtered it. ”

Jiang Feng put away the soldiers in his hand, and against a martial artist with Xuan soldiers, he could no longer help in the slightest, but would become a burden to him, because what he was best at was not swordsmanship, but ........

"The innate gods and demons ----- open. ”

"The demon's wings ------ open. ”

"The Spear of the Immortal ------ appeared. ”

In an instant, the surging demonic qi covered Jiang Feng's whole body, and the endless demonic qi was like thousands of drizzles, hanging down, holding the soldiers of the world, carrying the wings of evil, like the resurrection of the mythical demon god, coercing the common people, it actually made the old man stunned, cold sweat, and turned around and fled.

"Can you escape? Now that they've seen my face, they're going to die. ”

The demon wings behind Jiang Feng instigated, drawing out the time of breaking the void and collapsing, as if shuttling through the past and the future, and the void within a radius of a hundred miles was shaken by his body, trembling for it, like a demon god destroying the world, carrying the power of suppressing the sky, collapsing time and space, and slashing the eternal ancients.

His whole person, like a demon king of the world, the faint magic light on his skin flickered, the demonic energy was surging, and the three runes condensed by the cataclysmic technique were even more wriggling in the demonic energy, thick, and between his eyes, they were all the demonic flames of Sensen, wanting to take the lives of all living beings and achieve the supreme of one person, like the supreme master who controls all living beings in hell, the king of the world, and the emperor of the world.

This is the blessing of the innate demon body on the god and demon body, combined with the god's god's power to suppress the hell, which dominates the world, and the power of the demon god to be hooked up, it has the spiritual power to suppress the sky.

"No! This kid is a master of the Demon Sect. ”

The old man is known as a ghost hand, a god of eagle claw skills, transcendent and holy, and the ordinary murderous body realm has to walk around him when he encounters it, or become the soul under his claws, but today he met a martial artist like Jiang Feng who is not even in the Daozang realm, and he actually felt invincible, and he was extremely embarrassed, but the pressure of the world behind him, the surging demonic flame, made him have to run.

In his mind, it flashed all the time, and the young man who looked like a demon god under the hot sun, the old man scolded secretly, the information was unreliable, and he accelerated and fled without the slightest face, and he didn't dare to turn back to fight.

The speed of the Demon Wings is extremely fast, compared to the end of the world, shrinking the earth into inches is three points faster, if you practice to the extreme, you can cut through the void, shuttle between the heavens and all the worlds, ignore the barriers of the plane, and travel in the chaotic void.

At this moment, although the Demon Wings on Jiang Feng's body were only in rudiments, he also possessed the divine power of the peak Demon Wings of one billionth of a million, which could be described as the invincible speed of the Fierce Body Realm, even the average ordinary Divine Bone Realm martial artist was not as fast as him.

"Give me death!"

Stepping on the void, the spear of the god of the underworld in Jiang Feng's hand emitted a demonic sound of hell, resounding through the dry realm of the supreme purgatory, accompanied by a destructive force bursting out, a peerless spear, stabbing into the back of the ghost hand.

"Fierce ghosts roaring in the sky. ”