"What! What did he say? Didn't I hear me wrong? ”

"How dare he defy the saint! Provocation saints! This is the birthday boy hanging himself, and he thinks his life is long! ”

"There are ants under the saints, this sentence is not just talking."

"I think it's the last shred of his dignity that he's preserving."

"Yes, it's a death both horizontally and vertically, but it's better to die decently."

"Despite this, I still admire his courage and courage, if it were me, I am afraid that I will not face death so calmly!"

……

The beings of the Three Realms were full of shock, in their opinion, Jiang Feng was already a dead man, and there was not the slightest suspense at all.

"What did you say!"

Suddenly, the eyes of the Quasi-Daoist pressed towards Jiang Feng, which was full of killing intent, cold and piercing, and terrifying.

At the same time, a monstrous momentum suddenly erupted from his body, majestic and vast, carrying holy might, as if a vast world was pressing towards Jiang Feng.

Although he no longer has a chance to make a move, how powerful the Heavenly Dao Saint is, he can pick up the stars and the moon with his hands and feet, and the momentum alone is enough to crush a person.

Suddenly, Jiang Feng's heart beat wildly, and a great sense of crisis arose, as if he was overwhelmed by Mount Tai.

A saint is a saint, high above, terrifying, the momentum is condensed like a substance, condensed and heavy, and the majesty is boundless, as if forming a real heaven and earth, enveloping Jiang Feng in it, isolating him from the outside world, abandoned and isolated by the whole heaven and earth.

This method is as simple as breathing for the saint, but it is even more terrifying than the space-time seal arranged by the Three Buddhas.

Jiang Feng frowned, could it be that he got rid of it? This Zhun Ti old bald donkey has already been ordered by Hongjun Daozu to kill him?

Feeling the great pressure, Jiang Feng did not hesitate, and sacrificed the strongest means at the first time, the pseudo-immortal sword formation.

In an instant, above his head, the pseudo-Zhu Immortal Array was suspended out of thin air, and the four swords of the Zhu Immortal were arranged around his body.

Under Jiang Feng's urging, thousands of sword qi appeared out of thin air, instantly forming a storm of sword qi, and it was no problem to kill immortals and gods.

The sword light was extremely dazzling, sharp, sharp, and indestructible.

Just when the momentum of the Quasi-Ti Dao people was about to be oppressed, thousands of Immortal Sword Qi immediately burst out.

Woohoo......

The sharp sound of breaking the air resounded, piercing the sky and shaking the earth.

That heaven and earth were destroyed to a pulp, the space collapsed, and time was disordered, as if they were going to return to chaos and return to the original state, which was terrifying to the extreme.

After the initial collision, Jiang Feng successfully resisted the attack.

Although it is fake, it is the sword qi of the Immortal after all, and that kind of power cannot be guessed with common sense.

However, this is only the first wave of the offensive.

At this time, the two sides were in a stalemate, and the sage momentum of the Quasi-Daoist and Jiang Feng's infinite immortal sword qi clashed with each other, as if the tip of a needle was facing Mai Mang, it seemed that they were on equal footing, and no one had helped anyone.

However, Jiang Feng was already sweating profusely, obviously going all out, using all the strength of breastfeeding, on the other hand, the quasi-Daoist stood quietly in the void, his hands were behind his back, and he breathed evenly, looking relaxed and comfortable, and he was at ease.

As a result, the judgment of which is weaker and which is stronger.

However, it was this difference like mud that actually took dozens of breaths to stalemate.

It stands to reason that if the Quasi-Ti Dao person really moved the killing machine, it would only take less than one breath to kill Jiang Feng more than a hundred times.

But now, Jiang Feng is still alive and well.

This made the corners of Jiang Feng's mouth can't help but set up a smile, if the quasi-Daoist didn't have this move, he was still a little uncertain in his heart.

But as soon as this move came out, a stalemate situation was formed, which instantly made him believe that this quasi-Daoist was a fox and a fake tiger, but he was just intimidating him, and he didn't dare to kill him at all.

Otherwise, I'm afraid that the grass on his grave is now three feet high, so why waste his lips and tongue and strength here.

Heavenly Court, Lingxiao Treasure Palace.

Seeing this scene, the hearts of all the immortals and gods tightened.

Many people even closed their eyes, unable to bear to see the bloody scene, and some of them felt like ashes.

Originally, under the leadership of Jiang Feng, Heavenly Court was thriving, unprecedentedly powerful and prosperous, but he didn't want to, he was afraid that all this would become a thing of the past.

"Father, Jiang Feng is in danger, you should think of a way!"

Princess Longji took the Jade Emperor's arm and shook it desperately, her pretty white face was already full of tears, looking pitiful and distressing.

"Your Majesty, it's better to go to Zixiao Palace immediately and ask the master for mercy." On the side, the Queen Mother proposed.

The Jade Emperor shook his head weakly, "Not to mention that it's too late in time, even if it's too late, the master has already made a decision, how can he go back on his word?" ”

"That quasi-Daoist is the master's disciple, our status is not as good as his, even if we plead, it won't work, how can we change the master's will?"

"This ......," the Queen Mother ran out of ideas for a while.

The entire Heavenly Court was in a state of panic and sorrow, and the atmosphere was extremely depressed.

And at this time, in the Haotian Mirror, to everyone's surprise, Jiang Feng's actions became even bolder.

Just when the two sides were at a stalemate, Jiang Feng's provocative voice came out again, "Zhun Ti old bald donkey, I just don't give it to you, what can I do, there is a kind of coming to beat me!" ”

As he spoke, Jiang Feng smiled, revealing two rows of white teeth, and that smile was incomparably bright.

One stone stirs up a thousand waves!

As soon as he said this, the entire flood was shaken and trembled three times.

Jiang Feng actually named names, frantically provoked and even insulted in front of the would-be Daoist.

What a shame!

Now, Jiang Feng is afraid that it is not so easy to die, it is a relief for him, not enough to calm his anger.

"You ......"

The expression of the Zhun Tidao man was stagnant, even if he was a saint and claimed to have no desires and no desires, his face became extremely ugly at this moment, and the blue tendons on his forehead jumped up, extremely hideous.

Obviously, he was furious to the extreme, and he was furious.

At the same time, as soon as his mind moved, he wanted to enhance his holy power and directly crush Jiang Feng to death.

However, at this time, the Falling Saint Pill in his body beat wildly, and bloomed with immeasurable chaotic light, full of mysteries, wanting to release the medicinal power.

The coercion of the Quasi-Daoist has reached an extreme, and it is at a critical point that the Three Realms and Six Realms can bear, if it goes further, it will form a real destruction of the heavens and the earth, irreversible damage to the Three Realms, even the rules of the Heavenly Dao are difficult to repair.

This is something that the Heavenly Dao of the Flood Desolation cannot tolerate, and it is an iron rule that even a saint cannot violate.

"Come on, if you have a kind, come and beat me!"

Jiang Feng continued to provoke frantically, and even beckoned, looking like he wanted to die.