Wufuhai is shaking.

Genting Asgard was trembling.

The chubby white cloud boy was so excited that his face was flushed.

The cyan clouds under the fairy palace finally condensed and formed,

......

"Who's next?" Zheng Fei asked in a low voice as he walked through the crowd.

"Who is it?" Li Shou agreed.

Everyone he saw avoided his gaze.

Zheng Fei smiled eatingly, and suddenly lowered his head and looked at Feng Ming, who was thrown on the ground.

"Or that's you?" he said.

"No, no, I'm not suitable!" Feng Ming's eyes widened in horror, but he couldn't move.

"Do you think he's a good fit?" Yanzi asked Liang Jiu as he turned his head.

Liang Jiu lowered his head: "I don't know ......"

Of course, Zheng Fei didn't care whether he was suitable or afraid, but smiled brighter, so he approached him step by step.

The monks of the two veins of Feng Chi who stood near Feng Ming, among them were his friends and his blood relatives, but they only silently let go.

Get out of the way of enough space.

Let Zheng Fei get closer.

The obsessive figure, shrouded in the breath of death, approached in an irresistible gesture.

Feng Ming completely collapsed.

"Daddy!"

He even burst into tears: "Where are you!??help me, save me, Daddy!"

But...... No one will ever respond to him again.

His father, who always sheltered him and always gave him the best conditions and the best opportunities within his ability, had already died before him.

"Damn shit, shut up!"

The blood-eyed demon was suddenly enraged for some reason, and rushed towards this side, the dagger in his hand shining coldly.

The expression is fierce and hideous.

"Shut up!" he growled.

The Wicked Man and Demon slowed down, and it didn't seem like he was going to stop it.

Feng Ming may die at the hands of the Conscience Man and Demon first, and then be boiled in the Dingzhong.

Should he be honored that two demons killed such an ordinary monk as him?

There is no answer to this question.

Because at this moment, Jiang Wang moved.

He lifted his cloak and walked out of the hiding place that had been silent for a long time.

His posture was so ordinary, his steps were so gentle, but with every step, there was a cyan cloud imprint, which suddenly appeared and scattered in the air.

It was clear that he was stepping flat, but suddenly it was just a blink of an eye, and he appeared in front of Feng Ming.

Too fast! Too suddenly!

"Who?!"

"Look for death!"

The Questioning Man Rubik's Cube Heling turned the dagger, and the Ten Thousand Evil Demons Zheng Fei suddenly stepped into his hand.

Jiang Wang lifted the Feng Ming who was still crying, and his footsteps turned again, and the green clouds scattered, and it was already a hundred feet empty in an instant!

Stepping on the ground at high altitude is like flat ground, why bother to climb to the sky.

Immortal art - steady progress!

The swallow let go of the hand on Liang Jiu's shoulder and stood up.

Li Shou smiled strangely and caught up with the clouds in one step.

Jiang Wang stepped again, the little Qingyun disappeared, and the person had already bumped into the ghost crying mist that shrouded the mountain gate of Qingyun Pavilion.

Boom!

Flames erupted.

The blazing true fire of samadhi burst out, directly annihilating the ugly ghost cry and burning the black fog into the air. Clarify the heavens and the earth, and restore the good night. The array of ghost mist that shrouded the mountain gate of Qingyun Pavilion dispersed in an instant.

"Run!"

Jiang Wang shouted loudly, took a few steps in a row, the green clouds dispersed, and the figure was far away.

Among the monks of Qingyun Pavilion who were still in the mountain gate, the monks who could only wait for death in the two veins of Feng and Chi suddenly dispersed.

Among those monks with other surnames outside the two veins of the sealed pool, some turned around and fled, some were stunned on the spot, and some actually tried to intercept the two veins monks. Because the demons said that one of the monks of the two veins of Feng and Chi ran away, and two of them, monks with foreign surnames, had to die.

The fat figure of the Ten Thousand Wicked Demons was pulled up into the air, and the steel knife in his hand turned, and the sharp knife marks immediately bypassed the Qingyun Pavilion Mountain Gate.

The ground cracked, and the boulders broke apart.

The huge and clear ravine encloses the entire Qingyun Pavilion Mountain Gate.

"This line!"

He shouted fiercely: "Whoever comes out will die!"

Li Shou couldn't chase Jiang, and turned around: "Let's see who can run!"

The questioning man Rubik's Cube Heling was silent, and only caught up with one of the Qingyun Pavilion monks who ran the farthest, cut his neck, and stripped out his heart and liver.

Swallow heard Jiang Wang's shout and gave up the pursuit. Directly turned in the sky, and his body ghostly circled around the mountain gate of Qingyun Pavilion.

Bang!

Four corpses were dropped, and the four sounds merged into one sound and smashed to the ground.

Everything was quiet.

The chaotic scene was immediately frozen, like an invisible giant slap that slapped everything back into place.

The Ghost Mist Array had dispersed, and none of the hundreds of Qingyun Pavilion monks in the mountain gate had fled.

Obviously, if they dispersed and flew away, no matter how fierce these four demons were, it would be impossible to stop them all. At least half of it is possible to escape.

But in fact, not a single one escaped.

The last chance of escape that Jiang Wang's adventure had created for them passed mercilessly.

Sometimes it is not the prison outside the body that imprisons people, but the prison in the heart!

"Toys?" Zheng Fei turned around and asked Li Shou.

"It seems to be!" Li Shou nodded.

Zheng Fei grinned: "It's fun!"

"Hurry up and boil the blood. Swallow reminded.

Zheng Fei turned his head and looked at Yanzi very seriously, although he couldn't see anything on the mask that had no facial features: "We can't run fast, why don't you continue to chase?"

Yanzi's voice was shy and timid: "He looks so fierce, I'm afraid I can't catch up and beat him." ”

When Zheng Fei's face was wrinkled, she suddenly roared: "Has your fat grown into your brain? Someone has escaped! Your time is running out! You are still chasing, chasing, playing, chasing! Playing with your mother! The blood of balance can't be obtained, see the boss kill you with a sword!"

Zheng Fei was scolded by the split, but he didn't say anything, and he didn't know if the swallow moved the real fire to make him back down, or the threat about the boss made him decide to tolerate it.

In short, he immediately extinguished his arrogance, only turned back, grabbed the two transcendent monks with two veins of seal and pool with his big hand, and stuffed them directly into the big ding.

Li Thin looked at Zheng Fei, then at the swallow, then at Zheng Fei, then at the swallow, and finally shook his head. I don't know what he realized. Or maybe he just thinks that he is shaking his head now, and it seems more brainy.

And Fang Heling stood outside the clearing, silently watching all this, without saying a word.

After killing an escaped Qingyun Pavilion monk, he always maintained this position.

Of course he recognized Jiang Wang, of course he recognized Jiang Wang!

Even though it was just a face, although only one sentence was heard.

How could he not know Jiang Wang?

The first duel he officially started with extraordinary strength was Jiang Wang.

And he lost crisply.

At that time, the sword slapped him in the face, which made him feel ashamed and collapsed for a while.

When I thought about it later, I only felt that it was ...... How insignificant. Can that also be considered shame, and can it also be considered pain?

It was with his cousin, and he was known as the master of the outer gate of the City Dao Courtyard of the Maple Forest.

He's known each other for a long time, and he's been familiar with it for a long time......

Later, he thought back to the past many times, and remembered in a trance that a long time ago, his relationship with his cousin Fang Pengju was very good.

He often ran behind his cousin's buttocks, and followed his cousin to practice swords and martial arts.

That's the person he admires, it's the target he chases.

But why did you become indifferent?

Was it when he first realized the importance of resources and discovered that the resources of the clan were in the hands of his father?

Was it the first time my cousin lost his temper at him, calling him a bastard like his father?

Later, his deliberate disdain for Fang Pengju was not to defeat the initial worship and tear through the shadow that shrouded his head?

He didn't know the answer.

He didn't know the answer, but he still thought about it often.

He thought about it many times.

Because of the past, the old place, the old people...... I can only think about it.

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