This was the first time that the Heavenly Lion Spirit Beast had made a move since it had broken through to the primary level of the lot, although it was facing the same human cultivator at the beginning of the lot, --- Iron Rod Zhou Fang, the gap between the two was undoubtedly the difference between heaven and earth.

When the little guy was at the Xuanduan Consummation, he could completely entangle the high-level human cultivators in the Xuan Section, and this breakthrough in the big stage, its strength could be said to have shown a qualitative leap. Even if he encounters a human cultivator with a perfect lot, he can win the battle, not to mention the iron rod Zhou Fang in front of him, an ordinary junior cultivator of the lot.

Wang Heng stared coldly at the playful attack of the Heavenly Lion Spirit Beast, since the moment Li Fei died in the battle, this kid's hatred for the Ghost Head Gang had reached its peak.

And as the lightning of the Heavenly Lien spirit beast that is connected with the master, he deeply felt the hatred in the master's heart. Therefore, in the attack on the iron rod circumference, he did not take a fatal blow, but frequently blitzed and scratched, so that he could taste the physical pain while crueltying his spirit.

Wang Heng raised his hand and looked at his watch, five minutes had passed.

Zhou Fang, who was desperately fighting in the field, exhaled like a cow and panted, as if he had been fished out of a blood tank. To him, the five minutes seemed like a century, so long that it was a kind of despair.

Zhou Fang's eyes were misty, and the iron rod waved like the wind, attacking the Heavenly Lion Spirit Beast with all his might. However, the speed of the spirit beast's lightning was too fast, like a gust of wind, a white wind, rotating with the thick iron rod, flying around the figure of Zhou Fang.

In the illusion, the white figure spun and flashed eight times, forming eight faint petite beast shadows, which suddenly appeared around the iron rod.

The eight faint beast shadows seemed to swing out eight claws each at the same time, and in the blink of an eye, the eight eight sixty-four claws had already filled all the space around Zhou Fang's figure, and the cloth was so dense and tight. In an instant, the air seemed to be squeezed and scared away by the white claws, and all that remained was demonic claws.

At this moment, Zhou Fang trembled and was afraid, he knew in his heart what kind of speed would form such an attack.

It is the speed of light and the diffusion of sound that will make the space around you appear so abnormal.

Roaring again and again, the iron rod Zhou Fang's forehead was bruised, his face was full of blood, red as if it had dripped blood and stained red, he knew that his last time had come. Although he is not alive, he does not want to sit idly by.

The iron rod in his hand swung thirty-six times like lightning, with a sharp roar in the air, forming a black mist, a mist formed by a hard, heavy iron rod, wild and confused to meet the surrounding white claw shadows.

The harsh sound of scratching the heart and liver sounded continuously, which was the sound of sharp claws scratching the iron rod.

Flying black iron filings floated up, followed by a continuous scream, as if a person had been slashed by thousands of sharp blades at the same time.

The blood mist flew up, mixed with a trace of white flesh and skin, like a huge fountain rising into the sky, and thousands of dense flesh and blood filled the space behind the entire Songdu Ecological Park.

With the spray of flesh and blood, and finally a little bit of broken bones, like bullets from shotguns, bursting into the vast night sky.

A cold fly blew, and the iron rod disappeared without a trace, as if he had never appeared.

But Wang Heng knew that Zhou Fang did not disappear or escape, but turned into a blood mist, turned into bone particles, formed meat scraps, and scattered on this hundred and ten meters of land.

Only the iron rod with deep traces, lying alone on the black and purple ground, tells and proves that the original iron rod Zhou Fang, the hall master of the inner hall of the Ghost Head Gang, once appeared and existed here.

A brutal fight came to an end with the scattered fall of the iron rod Zhoufang.

Looking at the silent night, Wang Heng picked up the Tianshi Spirit Beast and returned to the hall of the Songdu Ecological Park with a lonely expression.

The battle in the hall had already ended, and Song Shan and Zhao Zhong of the Iron Gate were silently standing around a large table at the front desk, and on the table were the siblings who had been angry for a long time.

No one spoke, just looked at the corpse of the crane in the clouds so sadly.

Wang Heng walked to the table gently, as if he was afraid of waking up the crane in the "sleeping" clouds.

Feiyanzi Li Qi raised his head, his eyes were full of tears, and he choked, "Childe, Li Fei, he, he, he just left, he is not yet forty years old." Yesterday, everyone was still having dinner together, and Li Fei said with a smile that after a while, the things in the hall will not be busy, and he is going to go back to the main hall to play for a few days. Who knows, last night's dinner was everyone's last. ”

Nodding, Wang Heng's voice was low and heavy, "Yes, Li Fei left, just like that." The original happy gathering turned out to be a farewell, and every time I think of this, I feel really uncomfortable. ”

At this time, the golden knife Song Shan raised his head and said with a worried face: "Childe, don't be too sad, since the first day you stepped into the rivers and lakes, this situation cannot be avoided." The crockpot is difficult to break from the well, and the general will inevitably die in front of the battle, which is the fate of our Jianghu people. ”

The corners of his mouth were bitter, and a thick sadness wrapped around Wang Heng, and the corners of his eyes were slightly moist and said, "Hall Master Song, that's what I said, but once the result appears, it's really painful." ”

Iron Gate Zhao Zhong's deep voice sounded, "Childe, Li Fei's death is worth it, and you have also avenged Li Fei." Childe, what are we going to do next? Are you going straight to the Devil's Gang's lair?"

Looking at Zhao Zhong at the iron gate, Wang Heng nodded slightly, "Yes, the iron striker, we will level the Ghost Head Gang in the next step, since they dare to provoke us, then we will make them regret coming to this world." Then he asked Song Shandao: "Master Song, what is the final result of the red-shirted team that fought with you, it seems that the red-faced cork has run away?"

Seeing Wang Heng asking him, Golden Dao Song Shan hurriedly replied: "Yes, Childe, the red-faced cork ran away with a few people such as Qiandi and the Black Mountain Twin Monkeys. The remaining knives, Liu Yi and the poisonous palm Sun Yong, as well as more than 40 gangsters, were all dealt with by us. I saw that it was too dark outside, so I didn't order my disciples to chase after me. ”

Nodding, Wang Heng said disapprerovingly: "Let's run, let's run, our original goal was not the Red Shirts, but just caught up." If the Red Shirts don't fight us in the future, we'll let them go. After all, it's not easy for anyone to mess around, and if it weren't for the Ghost Head Gang Alliance, it wouldn't hide it for it. ”

After thinking about it slightly, Wang Heng said again: "The red shirt team broke four hard handles this time, and the blow to them was not small. In this way, Master Song, your Tianlong Branch will take over the Songdu Ecological Park, pack up and reopen it, and give more shares to Yunzhonghe's family. ”

"Okay, then I'll do what you want, Childe. By the way, Childe, there are a few members of the family of the Li Fei brothers who are studying in the General Altar Academy. Look, is it not to send one to my Tianlong branch to take over Li Fei's position as a guardian?"