"Uncles, please buy a little time for your little nephew. Qianming stared at Fu Kun with dark eyes, like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity.

"If this son is not removed, he will become a great disaster one day. Yan Bingfeng muttered to himself, several of them built the foundation of the ninth layer of cultivation, coupled with the help of the formation, not only did not get rid of Fu Kun, but also died, if you can't kill Fu Kun today, I am afraid that the Yan family will be in a big disaster in the future.

As soon as he thought of this, Yan Bingfeng panicked in his heart, Wang Zhenshen is also thinking the same way now, he is now the only monk in the ninth layer of the Wang family's foundation, and now he can't wait to cramp and peel off Fu Kun's bones.

At this time, Fu Kun didn't want to kill these people, especially Qianming, since he took out the stone, the uneasiness in his heart continued to increase, like sitting on pins and needles, that stone seemed to him like a big devil, as if it was sealed with a peerless demon, especially the bloodstains on it, as if a pair of eyes were watching him through the bloodstains.

Fu Kun wanted to get close to Qianming again and kill him, but now that the monk of the Yan family was protecting Qianming, Yan Bingfeng and Wang Zhenshen would not give him a chance to get close to Qianming again.

"Since you can't get close to Qianming, let's kill the two of them first. Fu Kun thought of this in his heart, he was not dodging, there was no way to retreat, there was only a battle.

Suppressing the uneasiness in his heart and restoring his peace of mind, Fu Kun stepped forward, holding a brush in his left hand, silently reciting a spell in his heart, and writing a chop in the process.

A heavenly knife suddenly appeared and slashed towards Yan Bingfeng, because this person was harassing in the distance with a bow and arrow, making Fu Kun unable to approach the Wang Array God, Yan Bingfeng, who originally opened the bow and cast spells, was frightened by this sudden appearance of the Heavenly Knife, and the Heavenly Sword exuded a vast and vast aura, which made him three points weaker, and the murderous intent that had originally arisen because of the covetousness of the strange treasures in this place was now completely deterred by this Haoran righteousness.

Just when he was in a trance, the Heavenly Sword slashed at him with the momentum of Qiankun Haoran, perhaps it was a matter of life and death, but at the last moment, Yan Bingfeng actually reacted and used his lifelong mastery to fight against the Heavenly Sword.

That is, when Yan Bingfeng fought against the Heavenly Sword, Fu Kun finally had the opportunity to get close to Wang Zhenshen, stepping on the wind, his body was like a shock, Fu Kun was a little towards Wang Zhenshen, and the golden Jiao scissors that he threw into the air in advance turned into a dragon, and a move Shenjiao swung his tail and slapped at Wang Zhenshen.

When the Heavenly Sword appeared and slashed at Yan Bingfeng, Wang Zhenshen realized that something was wrong, Fu Kun was about to make a move on him, and when he saw Fu Kun like a falling leaf in the wind, floating in front of him, Wang Zhenshen was going to use his body to stay away, because he knew that melee combat was not Fu Kun's opponent.

It's just that he just made a move, and a few tentacles suddenly burst out from his feet, firmly holding his legs to death, it was the little devil who didn't know when he sneaked into the ground, if these tentacles didn't usually make him panic, but now it was a matter of life and death, and a breath could determine life and death.

Wang Zhenshen turned his finger into a sword, crushing the tentacles wrapped around his legs, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a tail slapped at him.

Syllable!

Even if he reacted quickly, he was still slapped on the back, and his internal organs were almost injured, Wang Zhenshen took a deep breath and suppressed the blood in his mouth, wanting to distance himself from Fu Kun again, but how could Fu Kun give him a chance.

"Winding"

"Twist"

Fu Kun's mouth was victorious, and Jin Jiao slowly rotated in the sky above the Wang Array God, and a force of entanglement and strangulation acted on the body of the King Array God, making his movement blocked.

Wang Zhenshen felt that his actions were blocked, and his heart was very anxious, and with a loud roar, the galaxy appeared around his body, in the end, it was the cultivation of the ninth layer of the foundation, and as soon as the galaxy appeared, it shattered the oppressive space of the golden Jiao scissors.

When the oppressive space of Jin Jiao was shattered, Fu Kun spurted out a large mouthful of blood because of the spell casting, but at this time, his eyes were firm, he forcibly suppressed the injury, and hit the strongest punch and the third punch towards the Wang Zhenshen who was close at hand.

Just now he realized his third fist 'Broken Wave Fist', the ninth layer of the foundation is right, I thought that with the cultivation of the ninth layer of the foundation, I would dare to play waves in front of your grandfather Fu, and today I will use this broken wave fist to break you, let you go to the Lord of Yama to play the waves.

A fireball appeared, wrapping Fu Kun's fist, and there was an arc of electricity constantly beating inside this fireball, like a thunder and lightning world wrapped in flames, accompanied by bursts of thunder, as if giving birth to an ancient thunder god.

The fireball touched the body protection galaxy of the king array god, in the eyes of outsiders, the fireball did not have a trace of stagnation, as if it had not entered the real river, only the king of the god knew the horror of the fireball, when the fireball did not enter the body protection galaxy, he felt a domineering force rushed into his body, so that all his means were useless, this power exploded directly in his body, and his internal organs were directly blown to pieces.

Outside his body, endless flames instantly covered his body, and with only half a breath, the king array god turned into flying ashes, until the king array god died, and the body protection galaxy collapsed into heaven and earth aura.

Call!

Taking a deep breath, Fu Kun could no longer suppress the injuries in his body, and spit out two mouthfuls of blood stasis before stopping, Nanshan Jing ran at full strength, Fu Kun did not stop, stepped on his feet, and performed the earth technique to Yan Bingfeng's side, at this time, Yan Bingfeng had just smashed the Haoran Heavenly Knife, and when he was not relieved, he suddenly saw Fu Kun appear in front of him.

Yan Bingfeng looked towards the place where Wang Zhenshen was standing just now, and only saw a small pile of ashes, and couldn't help but shrink his eyes and slapped Fu Kun in front of him, because Fu Kun's fist mark had already killed in front of him, and an ice crystal palm print appeared.

"Collapse Fist"

"Triple Fist"

Fu Kun attacked left and right, and the two fist prints hit the ice crystal palm print one after another, and the palm print was instantly shattered, and the castration did not decrease, and he raised his right foot and kicked towards Yan Bing's lower body.

When the palm print was shattered, Yan Bingfeng originally wanted to attack and kill again, but suddenly saw Fu Kun's raised right foot, and couldn't help but tremble in his heart, this is a broken son and grandson's foot, but he saw the end of Wang Zhenren being kicked out, so he naturally didn't dare to risk himself, and hurriedly withdrew.

Just when Yan Bingfeng retreated, the little devil appeared behind him, and the tentacles attacked and killed, one of the tentacles wrapped around a wooden whip and hit Yan Bingfeng, looking at the little devil who suddenly appeared, Yan Bingfeng, who was originally nervous, was suddenly angry when he sensed the cultivation of the second layer of the little devil's foundation.

"It's okay if Fu Kun who builds the third layer of the foundation is not easy to deal with, you little tree demon only dared to intercept Yan's exit on the second layer of the foundation, you are really looking for death. Yan Bingfeng thought in his heart, and waved his palm at the little devil, as for the tentacles in the sky, he ignored it, and he thought that it would be enough to repel the little devil with a palm.

Bang!

The little devil was slapped by Yan Bingfeng's palm, but there was a magnifying glass on its chest that blocked most of the palm's strength, and when it was knocked back, the entangled wooden whip also hit Yan Bingfeng's shoulder.

"It's really weak. ”

Feeling that the power of the wooden whip was minimal, not even as strong as that of a mortal, Yan Bing's face was disdainful, but before this disdain lasted too long, he felt that Zhihai was as if he had been hit, his spirit was in a trance, and the movements in his hands also stagnated.

"It's now!"

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