Chapter 687: Waiting for you to come back

Click!

With a crisp sound, Yang Feng directly raised his hand and pinched off one of Murong Yingjie's arms.

Yes!

Murong Yingjie screamed, his eyes were red and he glared at him fiercely, and said angrily: "Yang Feng, you are so bold, you dare to break my arm?" You wait, soon, you will taste my strength." This son will not only break your arm, but also your neck!"

Click!

Ignoring him, Yang Feng just took advantage of the situation and broke one of his legs.

Yes!

There was another scream, and Murong Yingjie was so painful that tears were about to flow out, but he still scolded stubbornly: "Yang Feng, you son of a bitch, you dare to break my leg again?" You wait, soon, you will taste my awesomeness." Not only will I break your arms and thighs, but I will also break your neck!"

Click!

Yang Feng didn't speak, and continued to break his other arm.

Yes!

This time, Murong Yingjie only wailed, and there was no abuse, but his eyes were full of doubts, and he kept looking around.

What's going on? Why hasn't the guy surnamed He come yet? If he doesn't come again, this son won't be able to stand it!

Panting heavily, Murong Yingjie was already covered in cold sweat all over his body.

"Calm down!"

At this time, Yang Feng was unusually calm, and said calmly: "Please respect our current relationship, is it okay?" I am strong, you are weak, you should not be so yelling at me." Even if you don't kneel and beg for mercy, shouldn't you show a pitiful expression as a sign of respect for my current triumphant gesture?"

"Do you want me to wag my tail and beg for mercy from you? You dream, I am the son of the Murong family, how can I bow my head to a pariah like you? ha!"

Click!

Murong Yingjie was still arrogant and arrogant, laughing wildly.

Yang Feng glanced at him helplessly, didn't say a word, and broke his last thigh with a twist of his hand.

Suddenly, Murong Yingjie was in a cold sweat of pain, his whole body convulsed, and his laughter stopped abruptly, leaving only the spasms of his face.

Yang Feng scratched his head strangely, looked at him deeply, and said with a smile: "I said that you are really underwhelmed, I really don't know where you got the courage to put up a fight with me when we first met." How is it now? I don't see any back-up on you, how can you say so confidently that I'm going to die? Anyway, I'm also the ancestor of pretending to be the world, but today I really have to write you a word of obedience, admiration, admiration, hehehe. ”

"Damn, that guy surnamed He won't let me go with pigeons, why hasn't he come yet?"

The whole body was spasmed, Murong Yingjie lowered his head, his face was red, his green tendons were exposed, his voice was hoarse, and he gritted his teeth.

Yang Feng's ears moved, and he said with curiosity: "What did you say? Who didn't come?"

"My helper!"

The heavy gasp was like an old cow humming, Murong Yingjie glared at Yang Feng viciously, but he smiled, and his smile was still so arrogant, with his teeth and claws.

"The surname is Yang, now while you can still be proud, enjoy yourself. Soon, you'll be smug. Don't think you're strong at the Xuanhuang level, when my helper arrives, he can crush you with one finger. At that time, the pain you inflicted on me will be returned to you a hundredfold and a thousandfold, hahaha!"

"Oh, I see, you're still in ambush with helpers in the dark, no wonder you had no fear before!"

Nodding clearly, Yang Feng understood everything, but suddenly, he also laughed: "But I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed, I'm afraid your helper won't arrive today." ”

With a shock to his body, Murong Yingjie's face stiffened: "What did you say?"

"To tell you the truth, we can succeed in this uprising. Lao Tzu had already arranged manpower and blocked the rescue routes in all directions of the academy. Your helper, I guess on the way here, was ambushed and beaten back, don't wait, hehehe. ”

"What, you have subordinates too?"

"Nonsense, who doesn't bring a few little brothers when you come out to mix these days? Do you think you're the only one who has the manpower to command?"

"But my helper is the Emperor of War!"

"My subordinates are not war kings!"

"Huh?"

As soon as these words came out, Murong Yingjie was dumbfounded.

He really couldn't believe that such a pariah's stinky boy could still have a strong man of the War Emperor under his command?

Dumbfounded, Murong Yingjie was stunned, but soon he was not angry: "Lao Tzu's helper is a third-order peak powerhouse of the War Emperor, which is rare in the world!"

"My little brother is also the peak of the third order of the War Emperor, or even stronger, and the peak of the third order of the magic spirit, which is also rare. ”

"How is that possible?"

With an angry shout, this time, Murong Yingjie was completely stunned.

It stands to reason that this War Emperor Soul can only be raised by a famous family, and the third-order peak powerhouse is even more rare in the big family.

But how could this untouchable have such a strong family in charge?

No, absolutely not, if that's the case, wouldn't that be his family background......

Suddenly, Murong Yingjie thought of a possibility that made him think about it and be extremely frightened.

The Yang family, a small family that is not well-known on the surface, is actually an extremely large hermit family, even more powerful than their Murong family.

It's over, it's an iron kick......

Murong Yingjie's heart sank, and his face was as gray as death.

Yang Feng glanced at him and smiled, and smiled evilly: "Eh, that's right." This is the appearance of a defeated general, a little depressed in despair, hahaha!"

"Big brother, I was wrong, can you let me go?"

Finally, Murong Yingjie relented.

Yang Feng grinned, shook his head noncommittally, suddenly his eyes turned cold, and sneered: "I only give you a chance, I let you go last time, this time...... No way. Don't you want to take revenge on me a thousand times the pain in your body? Then you can feel now what your pain will look like a thousand times over. ”

"Golden Fire Shattered Body Palm!"

Touch!

As soon as the words fell, Yang Feng directly slapped Murong Yingjie's lower abdomen.

Yes!

Murong Yingjie's body twitched, and a scorching fire immediately ignited all over his body, but he didn't burn any of his body.

For this flame is a holy fire, which burns souls.

And inside his body, the golden threads are also like earthworms, constantly shuttling between the tendons, bones and internal organs, and the places they pass through are broken inch by inch.

This is Yang Feng's three-grade combat technique, the Golden Fire Shattering Body Palm, which mainly uses the two elements of golden fire to destroy the opponent's muscles and internal organs.

However, Yang Feng's two types of energy are both earth-level, and this destructive power is even greater.

It's just that in an instant, Murong Yingjie's body, from the inside out, the tendons, veins, dantian, etc., were all cut into pieces, and it was difficult to recover, and his soul was constantly scorched by the holy fire, which was a thousand times stronger than the physical pain, but he couldn't faint, he could only keep rolling his eyes.

Yang Feng smiled coldly and sneered: "Now the pain on your body, I am waiting for you to pay it back to me a hundred times and a thousand times, but I am afraid that I will not be able to wait, hum." ”