100 years? He personally promised Pan Xuan that he would be honored for the rest of his life.

If it takes him a hundred years to train in Hongchen, he can find a piece of tofu and kill him.

"Five years, in just five years, from a little monk in the middle of the Yuan Infant Stage, to the middle of the Fusion Period today, he is worthy of being the person I have a crush on, and he is extraordinary!"

In the end, the devil was the princess who sold melons and boasted about herself.

Yang Feng didn't pay much attention to it.

The demon is old and refined, and naturally feels the subtlety of the atmosphere.

"Boy, did someone upset you? Put on a demon mask and kill him all over the field, and the blood will flow like a river! ”

The Demon Demon is purely a master who doesn't think much of a big deal when he sees the excitement, and he also wants to see how far the Demon Demon Pill in Yang Feng's body has grown in this way.

"Are there corpses all over the field, and rivers of blood? Just listen to you! ”

Yang Feng's heart was shocked when he heard this, after his Hongchen experience, his state of mind was obviously far beyond before, and the realm of immortals and demons was not so important in his opinion.

Immortals or demons are defined by the strong.

The weak can only be at the mercy of the strong, and what is the purpose of his hard work?

Now that his fiancée has been cut off, if he continues to forbear, what is the point of practice?

Today, he is going to use the blood of Biluo Villa to tell the world what will happen to the woman who moved his Yang Feng.

"Yang Feng, what's wrong with you? ...... in you"

"Qingluo, if you don't follow me, I'm going to kill someone!"

After speaking, Yang Feng took out the demon mask and put it on his face, and after putting on the demon mask, a pair of horns also grew on the top of his head.

was originally black and thick black hair, and in an instant, silver hair flew.

And his natal magic weapon, the Spirit Sword, also appeared in his hand, from an immortal to a demon.

To be precise, it's a thought that becomes a demon!

"Yang Feng, you, immortal and demon double cultivation?!"

Li Qingluo was horrified, the demon and the immortal power were the same as fire and water.

And Yang Feng has both immortal and demon powers.

Not tolerated by the world!

If he does this, he is afraid that he will be the enemy of the whole world!

"Qingluo, take care of my friend."

Yang Feng knew that by doing this, he was undoubtedly pushing all the people related to him to the forefront.

"Call me Hideous in the future!"

Yang Feng put on a mask and did not intend to recognize Gu Qianqian's friends.

"Yang boy, have you figured it out? If you do this, once your identity is exposed, although the Immortal Cultivation Realm is large, there is no place for you. ”

In the pendant on Yang Feng's chest, there was a reminder of the remnant immortal.

"Remnant immortals, people live for a lifetime, if they are afraid of everything, then what is the point of cultivation? Even if you become an immortal? It's still a cold and emotionless machine,

The women who dare to deceive me in Biluo Villa today, they will kill my brother in the future, the land of immortals, the law of the jungle, they have their own way to go, and that's all I can do. ”

took out the demon mask from Yang Feng, and decided to kill him all over the field, and when he was bleeding like a river, he didn't plan to recognize Gu Qianqian and other friends, and in this case, he was going to follow in Pan Xuan's footsteps and go to the depths of the Immortal Land.

"Your mind has been decided, and I can't persuade you, after the experience of red dust, your Dao heart is perfect, and the fierce aura of the Demon Demon Pill can't affect you, go and fight! Let the name of the hideous resound in the land of immortals. ”

Wearing a demon mask, the land of immortal falls, there is one less Yang Feng, but one more hideous.

Li Qingluo was stunned and looked at Yang Feng's lonely back.

She began to understand why Yang Feng was so eye-catching at such an age, immortal and demon dual cultivation, what kind of courage was needed.

And how lonely is it to become a demon?

There are demon cultivators in the land of immortal fall, but how could Yang Feng be with them, incarnate as a demon cultivator, and go to Biluo Villa, Yang Feng is destined to fight alone.

Biluo Villa is very lively.

Lights are everywhere.

Outside the villa, a middle-aged man, refining a quasi-holy weapon with his bare hands, ushered in bursts of applause.

This refining master is the deputy owner of Biluo Mountain Villa, and the quasi-holy refiner, Zuo Chunqiu.

He had been refining here for forty-nine days, and at the beginning, he didn't know what he was doing, nor did he know that he was Zuo Chunqiu, the famous refining master.

It wasn't until a few days ago that Zuo Chunqiu suddenly "woke up" and performed a shocking refining technique that no one recognized his true identity.

Today, the weapon of his refining weapon has been formed.

"Sect Master Zuo, this sword that has been refined is a killing sword, and it is so murderous, I am afraid that it is only possible to control it if it is a Mahayana monk."

"Sect Master Zuo's intentions, how can you and I figure it out?"

"I heard that today is still the owner of the young village, the day when Zuo Lengchan took his relatives, this Biluo Villa is really a double happiness."

……

Everyone said a word.

And the approaching weapon was about to take shape, and the world suddenly surged.

"Poof!"

I only heard Zuo Chunqiu's refiner coming from the location, and with a violent cough, Zuo Chunqiu spit out a mouthful of essence blood on the sword embryo that was about to take shape.

"The vision from the sky, could it be that Sect Master Zuo's holy weapon was refined?"

"I will witness the birth of a holy artifact."

……

When everyone thought that it was Zuo Chunqiu's refining weapon that caused the vision, only Zuo Chunqiu knew in his heart that he had refined the holy weapon in a bullshit, and it would take three days for his holy weapon to be refined, but now it was forcibly interrupted and became a semi-finished product.

"Who the hell is it?"

Zuo Chunqiu, his eyes were like torches, at this time he was resentful, and he was bound to find out the person who interrupted his refining, and then drain the essence blood in his body and use it to feed his half-finished killing sword.

"Here, how can there be no vision, and there is no shadow of thunder?"

"Look, there's a man standing above the sky."

"What a heavy!"

……

The people present are all mortals, the lowest cultivation, and they also have the cultivation at the beginning of the god transformation period, cultivating the divine soul, and they are naturally sensitive to the breath.

What's more, Yang Feng had already come to kill people, and the fierce aura on his body was not restrained in the slightest.

"It's you!"

Zuo Chunqiu, almost subconsciously looked at the figure above the heavenly dome, it was this ferocious aura that interrupted his refining weapon, making the killing sword, which should have reached the level of a holy weapon, a half-finished product, and his hard work after fifty years of silence was in vain.

In other words, no one will feel good inside.

At this moment, Zuo Chunqiu, just in an instant, his figure swept to the top of the sky.

And when he really faced the source of the fierce qi, he really realized the feeling of depression and dullness.

"Why did you interrupt the old man's refining?"

Zuo Chunqiu held a half-finished killing sword and shouted loudly.

Yang Feng, who was wearing a demon mask, was carrying a broken sword and did not speak. 33

Towards Zuo Chunqiu is a sword.

"Shaft dares!"

Zuo Chunqiu, the first refiner of Biluo Huangquan, has a high level of cultivation in the early stage of the Mahayana period, even if some monks who are successful in the Mahayana period have to give him three points of thin noodles.

And the man wearing the hideous mask in front of him, although he couldn't see his true face clearly, Zuo Chunqiu could clearly perceive the bone age of the person in front of him, and he would never be more than thirty years old.

A junior who has been practicing for less than 30 years dares to do something to him, and even he has to admire the other party's courage!

The killing sword in Zuo Chunqiu's hand trembled incessantly, and a murderous aura rose to the sky.

"Sect Master Zuo and that person are fighting?"

"Who is the person who came to be sacred, and he actually dared to provoke the majesty of Grandmaster Zuo."

"I guess it's because the demon is small, and I want to take this opportunity to make a name for myself."

……

The fierce aura that Yang Feng showed before had convinced everyone that the figure above the dome was a person in the Demon Dao.

"Look, in less than three rounds, then the demon Dao Xiaoxiao will be dead here."

"Three rounds? Joke! Grandmaster Zuo, throwing away the title of Grandmaster of Refining, is still a genuine Mahayana monk, as soon as Mahayana comes out, all laws are dry! The Demon Dao is small, and it only takes a sword. ”

……

The Killing Sword met Yang Feng's Spirit Sword, Zuo Chunqiu was shocked in his heart, the demon cultivator in front of him, the cultivation was actually better than him?

A junior who has been cultivating for less than thirty years, his magic skills are so good, but just now, he was holding a tentative mind, and now he is already a corpse.

"When did you ...... appear in the Demon Path?"

"Go to hell and talk about it!"

Yang Feng, who was wearing a demon mask, was willing to talk to the hypocrite in front of him.

The Spirit Demon Sword, although it has not yet been cast for the second time, only the grade of the quasi-magic weapon, but the evil qi possessed by the Demon Demon Pill in Yang Feng's body, even if it is a Mahayana monk among the Demon Cultivators, it will not be an opponent.

What's more, the Zuo Chunqiu in front of him is just entering the Mahayana period.

The Spirit Sword penetrated Zuo Chunqiu's heart.

Yang Feng once again urged the turquoise flames and burned Zuo Chunqiu's soul.

Thump!

Bang!

Bang!

Zuo Chunqiu's body, like a kite with a broken string, slammed into the ground.

Fall in front of Biluo Villa.

And Yang Feng played with Zuo Chunqiu's last "masterpiece", the killing sword.

Then fluttering appeared in Biluo Villa, in front of the village.

"He, he killed Grandmaster Zuo......"

"Impossible! Sect Master Zuo, but a Mahayana monk, how could he easily die at the hands of a demon cultivator like him. ”

"You guys? Are you going to stop me? ”

Yang Feng's left hand kills the sword, and his right hand is the spirit sword!

Domineering!

"You, you wait, let's go and report to the owner, today is your death."

In the face of Yang Feng, they were still frightened, and until now they still couldn't accept the fact that Zuo Chunqiu was killed.

"Where is sacred, thank you for my Biluo Villa!"

A noble lady, graceful and luxurious, appeared in the air.

Zuo Chunqiu is her husband, Zuo Chunqiu died, how could she have no sense.

It's just that even she hasn't arrived, and in the Demon Dao, when did such a strong person come out.

"Kill!"

There is only one word in the echo of Luo Shuirou.

"The third form of the Heavenly Demon Sword Technique, the Sword Demon has descended into the world!"

Kill with your left hand, and kill with your right hand.

The power of the two swords was superimposed, surpassing Yang Feng's current extreme combat power at the kendo level.

Two fierce auras fell towards Luo Shuirou.

Feeling it positively, many monks on the ground realized that Zuo Chunqiu died unjustly at all, and this ferocious aura invaded the body, if it wasn't for the fact that they had already cultivated their souls, otherwise they were afraid that they would just go mad.

"Bold fanatic, return my husband's life!"

Luo Shuirou, the cultivation in the late Mahayana period, is stronger than Zuo Chunqiu by more than one grade, otherwise it is impossible, and he will sit firmly in the top spot of Biluo Mountain Villa.

Facing Yang Feng's ferocious aura, I saw her holding a Luoshui sword in her hand, and a clear spring came out.

I want to wash away the evil spirit of the sky.

"Roselle real water?!"

The voice of the remnant immortal sounded with surprise.

"Roselle real water, is it very good?"

"Yang boy, don't underestimate this Luoshen real water, it is the nemesis of your fierce spirit, if you are careless, you may capsize in the gutter."

Some people died, but not completely......