When Fang Xing saw it, the tiger's eyes stared, and two sharp golden rays shot out.

Zhang Fu craned his neck and shouted: "I only know my king of flowers and horses, and I don't know what the king of yin wind is, whether it is the king of the son and the little king, I have to try it to know!" ”

"Shut up!" Wang Jingfu fell to the ground, and was really shocked when he heard Zhang Fu's words, and hurriedly interrupted anxiously: "Zhang Fu, this is the Troubled Wind Dazun who is called the king on the Troubled Wind Gang, how dare you be unreasonable?" Why don't you quickly excuse the king! The king's mana is all over the sky, and his heart is filled with thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and he will not be as knowledgeable as you. As long as you plead guilty, the king will definitely forgive you! ”

For Zhang Fu, although Wang Jing was annoyed that he didn't know the height of the sky, he still defended one or two words after all. But who is Zhang Fu? He had already made up his mind at the moment, and he had to provoke the 'Wind King', and when he heard this, he shouted hoarsely: "Don't please! Not invited! I just want to have a good life and see what the King of Troubled Wind has to offer! ”

Wang Jing was extremely angry in his heart, Fang Xing's soul was shining with golden light, and his strange behavior of absorbing the blood of the spirit was like the means of a golden corpse. He compared these with the rumored King of the Stormy Wind, and he fully believed Fang Xing's words in his heart, only thinking that it was really the Lord of the Stormy Wind who was here. The rumored Stormlord is moody, and he is trying to figure out how to escape from the demonic figure. Zhang Fu stirred up like this, didn't he force the King of Turbulent Wind to kill them? Wang Jing hated Zhang Fu for a while.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that the heaven and earth qi in his head suddenly changed, and there seemed to be a strong wind surging around him, and then there was a dead silence in the dark. It was just a momentary loss of consciousness, and Wang Jing was bombarded into a pile of meat paste by Fang Xing.

It turned out that Fang Xing knew that it was difficult to meet Zhang Fu and other stunned goods, and to pull on the tiger skin to secretly listen to the news. The instant decision was made and the first shot was made - the fierce aura in the sky quietly changed, and a breath of pure innate tiger roaring energy was silently gushing out.

Poor Wang Jing, when he was dying, he was still secretly humiliating: "King of the Troubled Wind, I have never had the slightest disobedience to your old man!" Why did the king kill me? ”

didn't know that the bloody slaughter of these people had already deeply angered Fang Xing. Such wanton atrocities have touched the bottom line of human nature in Fang Xing's heart.

From the very beginning, Fang Xing came with murderous intent, vowing to kill all of these 'scum' and not let anyone escape. Therefore, no matter whether Wang Jing begged hard or scolded, he would inevitably die!

Fang Xing saw that among Wang and Zhang, Wang Jingxiu was the highest, but he was the most lacking in fighting spirit, so he decisively attacked Wang Jing, and he succeeded in one move and cut off one of his fingers.

Although Zhang Fu didn't know the prestige of the King of the Troubled Wind, when he saw Wang Jing's weak legs, he also knew that the King of the Troubled Wind was a really powerful figure, so he provoked on the one hand, and on the other hand, he buckled the magic weapon given to him by the bloody slaughterer behind his back in the palm of his hand, and slowly poured his true qi into his own family, just waiting for the King of the Troubled Wind to turn his face, and he was about to do it.

At this moment, when he saw the 'King of Troubled Winds' make a move, he only said that the other party was provoked by him, and he was not angry but happy in his heart, and secretly said: "Just let you see the power of the magic weapon given by the Lord!" Zhang Fuzheng wanted to shout loudly and cast a magic weapon, but he didn't want Fang Xing's incomparable blow to be like lightning and thunder, and it was already in front of him in an instant. Zhang Fu suddenly felt that he couldn't breathe, his blood was surging, and the words of the roar hung on the corner of his mouth, but he couldn't say a word in the howling wind.

Fortunately, Zhang Fu's magic weapon with high hopes did not disappoint him. This magic weapon given to him by the bloodslaughter still retains a trace of the power of the old lord at this time. When the innate tiger roared at the moment, he didn't even wait for Zhang Fu to make a move, he screamed, and automatically flew out of his hand, emitting a cloud of bloody halo light to meet him.

With a loud bang, this magic weapon that automatically resisted the enemy had already fought hard with Fang Xing's innate tiger roaring energy. After a mournful roar, the aura of blood emitted by the magic weapon shook, as if it had been hit hard, and flew back into Zhang Fu's hand backwards.

When Zhang Fu first saw his magic weapon rise into the air to defend against the enemy, he was really full of confidence in his heart, and he was grateful to his new master. I thought that this powerful magic weapon given by the Lord could make the 'King of Troubled Winds' suffer a big loss. When he saw Fang Xing beating Wang Jing into pulp with one blow, he was also secretly shocked in his heart, and said secretly: "This King of Turbulent Wind is indeed powerful, and he can kill the Wang family brothers who are even higher than my cultivation in one blow, he is really a fierce person!" It's not much better than the King of Flower Horses. ”

So, Zhang Fu had a retreat in his heart, and when he saw that the magic weapon given by the Lord was actually defeated and landed under the blow of the 'Turbulent Wind King', the shock in his heart was indescribable. How did he, the toad who sat in the well and watched the sky, know that although the magic weapon given by this bloody murderer was full of forbidden fire and strong mana, it could be called the best in the magic weapon, but after all, it was only a magic weapon of about the third order. Not being stripped of his spiritual sense by the blow of the innate tiger roaring energy has been caused by the vast supernatural powers of his master.

Fang Xing was also slightly surprised. He didn't realize that Zhang Fu, who had cultivated even worse, actually had such a magic weapon in his hand, and the blow he was determined to win was hindered by this bloody magic weapon, and he couldn't do it all.

Now, except for Wang Jing who firmly ate Fang Xing's innate tiger roar and was blasted into pulp, there were dozens of other little minions who couldn't react, and they were shattered by the affected qi waves, and they vomited blood and died. Before, among the gangsters who were under black pressure, they can barely stand now, and they are all living because of the magic weapon in Zhang Fu's hand.

Looking at the fish that slipped through the net in front of him, Fang Xing's heart was unhappy. He had been studying the Innate Tiger Roar for a long time, and he knew the power of this innate inheritance method very well. At this moment, seeing that the barbarian had a ball of blood light magic weapon flying in his hand that could block his blow and gather momentum, he was also secretly taken aback in his heart, and he said secretly: "No wonder this stunned thing dares to provoke me, it turns out that he has such a treasure in his hand!" No wonder! ”

That Zhang Fu's cultivation method of "Da Hong Ming Empty Technique" from the seventh grade is superficial, how can he be put in the eyes of Fang Xing, who has received the "Innate Tiger Fu True Scripture"? It wasn't until this moment that he looked at this vulgar man with a thick waist and broad shoulders, and thought: "It's the zombie's four-fold iron net before, after my blow, it was also a big loss of inspiration and fell directly to the ground." However, the treasure in this man's hand seemed to be even better than the chain artifact. Thinking of this, Fang Xing couldn't help but sigh slightly for the four chains that he couldn't collect.

The magic weapon in Zhang Fu's hand was still brilliant, and when it fell into Fang Xing's eyes, he was surprised again, and he once again absorbed the essence and blood of the sky. He said in his heart: 'You have killed people without restraint, and today these people who have been killed by you have killed you by my hand, and this is also retribution!' ”

In this humble village, hundreds of people died under the butcher's knife tonight, and the spirit and blood of these victims were attracted by a blood sacrifice array in the village, and gathered together. The qi machine constructed by the Blood Sacrifice Array was originally intended to transmit all the power of these Blood Sacrifices. But he didn't want to be accidentally broken into by Fang Xing, and his wishful thinking died suddenly.

Fang Xing threw away the knot in his heart, accepted the spirit and blood produced by these similar living sacrifices, and after receiving this heavy arcane aid, he no longer had any scruples, and let out a long roar, and another breath of pure innate tiger roar energy spewed out.

But at this moment, Zhang Fu no longer dared to fight with him. Zhang Fu saw that Fang Xing just hit him with a random blow, and he hit the magic weapon given by his family master into a buzzing and mournful sound, so he was shocked in his heart and didn't dare to fight again. He regarded Fang Xing as the king of the chaotic wind, and he didn't dare to run away from his body, so he could only hurriedly retreat, wanting to escape from the ascension to heaven by relying on the hard cultivation of the third heaven of qi refining.

After all, it is a character who has been boiling for more than 20 years in the three days of the True Spirit, Zhang Fu just kicked his legs, and his body has jumped more than ten zhang away. "Give it to me!" Zhang Fu called out to the remaining minions again.

"Boom!" Without waiting for Zhang Fu to shout again, the innate tiger roaring energy sprayed down, and the three or four minions that had slipped through the net scattered into a pile of minced meat. Zhang Fu was also hit dozens of feet away by the affected air waves, and after knocking down four earthen walls and two fences one after another, he eased down by a pile of burning thatched houses.

At this time, one of his feet was already twisted into shape, and Bai Sensen's bones had been poked out of the blood. Even so, the will to survive drove him to get up from the uneven mud with great perseverance.

Even though Zhang Fu possessed the tempered flesh body of the third heaven of qi refining, under the surging power of the innate tiger roaring energy, he was still injured in his internal organs. With blood overflowing from his mouth, Zhang Fu still struggled to stand up, and he smiled fiercely at Fang Xing, who was soaring in the sky. A mouthful of natal essence blood spurted out and landed on the magic weapon in his hand, and the light of the blood halo immediately flourished again!

"Blood Slaughter Venerable, save me, save me!" Zhang Fu shouted loudly, like the last mournful cry before he died.

At this time, Fang Xingcai took a clear look at the things in Zhang Fu's hand. It turned out to be a lifelike human head, small enough for an adult to hold in the palm of his hand. The whole body is blood-colored, as if it is made of thousands of blood-stained crystals. At this moment, Zhang Fu wiped a mouthful of natal essence blood, and a thick blood mist gushed out from the blood crystal skull. Then, this strange magic weapon flew up again in a ghostly howl.

Just exhaled and inhaled, within ten zhang of Zhang Fu and behind him, he was shrouded in the blood mist emitted by the blood crystal head. At this time, Zhang Fu's screams were heard again in the blood mist. In that terrible and terrible voice, there seemed to be shock, grief and indignation, and the most penetrating desolation.

"Zhang Fu will definitely die!" Fang Xing said in his heart. After Zhang Fu shouted a few words, 'Blood Slaughter Dazun, save me', Fang Xing had this realization, and when he heard Zhang Fu's dying screams at this moment, he was not the slightest surprised.

After Fang Xing came to this realm, the people he had seen, who had completely entrusted their lives to the master's hands, were all immortal and miserable, this Zhang Fu was not the first poor person, and it would not be the last!