"It seems that the strength of Lord Li Feng is far beyond that of ordinary peak masters. Mo Ning looked at Lord Li Feng and muttered to himself in a low voice, feeling that he was a little mysterious, and Qingyun Peak was definitely not so simple as declining.

"Boom!!"

The terrifying aura emanating from Lord Li Feng's body actually affected the heavens and the earth, and the white clouds in the sky began to roll violently, and the oppressive aura permeated the surroundings, and a faint layer of blood light was rendered on the white clouds.

The heavens and the earth were roaring, and the aura on Lord Li Feng's body became more and more fierce, and the simple rough robe flew with the wind.

On Lord Li Feng's body, a stream of crimson blood light emerged, surrounding his body, and then one rune after another diffused out, and around him, three blood clouds were formed, and a strong smell of blood escaped.

These three blood clouds were covered with runes, and there were even thunderbolts flickering in them, turning into electric snakes and swimming. The three blood clouds were like three guardian gods, enveloping Lord Li Feng, making his aura even more terrifying and mysterious.

"That's ......" The Cloud Peak Lord, who was originally about to escape, felt a terrifying aura, like a man's back. Turning his head slowly, when he saw the three blood clouds beside Lord Li Feng, his face suddenly changed.

The next moment, a look of shock appeared on the face of the Cloud Peak Lord, and he said in shock: "How is it possible, how could he reach such a realm?!"

However, what responded to the Lord of Yunfeng was a huge palm, condensed from above the sky, and it rumbled down. On this big hand, there are blood-colored runes, wrapped around the palm of the palm, and the moves are somewhat similar to the earth-covering seal of Mo Ning's cultivation.

This blood-colored big hand was like a mountain suppressing down, and the runes in the palm gathered together, forming a blood-colored dragon, with pitch-black eyes and blood-colored scale armor, churning between the big hands.

"Drink!"

The Cloud Peak Lord is a peak master-level figure, but in the face of this big hand, he has no power to resist, the retreat of the whole body is blocked, and the soul seems to be locked by a bloodthirsty killing intent. He let out a long roar from his mouth, and his whole body burst out with a thousand divine lights, and a sword rushed out of the storage bag, and he didn't know what level of magic weapon it was, like a blazing sun, turning into a beam of light piercing through the blood-colored big hand.

However, the gap between the Cloud Peak Lord and the Li Feng Lord is too huge. Lord Li Feng stood on Qingyun Peak, his body shrouded in three blood-colored clouds, and his face was extremely calm.

However, if you look closely, you will find that there is a strange look in Lord Li Feng's eyes, which is a bloodthirsty desire, and the gaze that penetrates through his eyes is like substance, and the killing intent is permeated.

"Click!!"

In the sky, a crisp sound was heard. But seeing that the blood-colored big hand slapped down, the sword that the Lord of Yunfeng sacrificed was directly shattered by a blood-colored evil dragon, and then the big hand slapped on the body of the Lord of Yunfeng fiercely, and suddenly the bones were broken, and a large piece of blood stained the sky.

At this time, the disciples of the outer sects of the Qingxu Sect all looked up at the sky. This is the first time in the Qingxu Sect for many years that the peak master of his own sect has been injured by his fellow sect, or he has no power to fight back and is seriously injured.

Lord Li Feng obviously took into account the identity of his fellow disciples, snorted coldly, and then waved his robe, and the terrifying blood-colored hand in the sky immediately disappeared, and the terrifying aura that permeated the surroundings also disappeared unconsciously.

In the distance, a streamer of light rushed away, and finally disappeared into a mountain peak. Lord Yunfeng was not only seriously injured this time, but also seen by so many disciples of the Qingxu Sect, he would inevitably become a laughing stock in the sect in the future.

Outer Sect, in the palace at the top of each peak, many powerful beings trembled, all of them felt the terrifying aura of Lord Li Feng, and they were afraid.

At this time, Wang Jingming's body was still lying in place, and blood kept gushing out. And the four junior disciples he brought with him were standing dumbfounded like wood carving clay sculptures, and what happened today was so shocking that they couldn't digest it for a while.

"You guys!" Although Lord Li Feng said that he restrained his breath, he still had a fierce momentum in his faint sense, and scolded: "You four, don't hurry up and bring this corpse back to get back! Don't let me see your peak people again in the future!"

"It's... Yes..."

After these four people heard Lord Li Feng's scolding, they finally reacted, and looked at Lord Li Feng with a look of horror in their eyes. They knew that the strength of this seemingly harmless and very ordinary old man in front of them had directly injured the peak master of their peak.

Lord Li Feng's eyes were cold, and after watching the four people take Wang Jingming's body out of Qingyun Peak, his eyes softened. Turning to look at Monin, he asked, "How is it, what is your choice?"

Lord Li Feng was naturally asking Mo Ning if he wanted to leave the sect temporarily to avoid the people of Wanyao Mountain, as if everything that had just happened had not happened.

Hearing this, Mo Ning held the token tightly in his hand, and then raised his head suddenly, a piece of fortitude appeared on his delicate face, and a burst of essence erupted in those eyes that were as deep as the starry sky, and said, "Go!"

"Hahahaha! Okay!" Lord Li Feng laughed on the spot and said, "Man, you have to be able to bend and stretch." I think that when the old man and I were weak in cultivation, I was almost tortured to death by the enemy, but in the end, I endured it for a while, and my cultivation rose sharply, and in turn wiped out the enemy's family. ”

Mo Ning looked at Lord Li Feng who was laughing, and could feel the evil aura in his tone, and said secretly: "I didn't expect Lord Li Feng to be a ruthless character before, with vicious methods, and he wiped out people's families at every turn......"

"By the way, if you encounter danger, remember the piece of blood-colored jade I once gave you!" Suddenly, Lord Li Feng's eyes froze, and he looked at Mo Ning Zhengse.

At the beginning, Lord Li Feng had given Mo Ning a piece of blood-colored jade slip, which could save Mo Ning's life at the critical moment of life and death.

"Yes, I know. Mo Ning nodded, then took a deep breath and looked at the handwriting on the wooden token in his hand, and was silent for a while.

The reason why he decided to leave the Qingxu Sect temporarily was that in addition to avoiding the people of Wanyao Mountain, he also had another goal, and that was ...... Tripolar gate.

Immediately, the memory in the depths of Mo Ning's mind suddenly emerged.

In a dilapidated room, a man with a gloomy face, holding a sharp sword in his hand, flickered with cold light, piercing the heart of the two people, one big and one small, and a large area of blood stained the ground.

This is the last memory in the Three Poles Gate, the white deacon, pierced the hearts of Mo Ning and his uncle Zhao Qing!