The old man was so angry and angry that his hair flew wildly, and his old face suddenly turned purple.

You must know that this place is now gathered by most of the great powers of the cultivation realm, and he, in front of everyone, actually lost his old face once, this feeling almost made him spurt out a mouthful of blood.

"Grandpa, my people from the free gate are going to kill him, and give you a clean slate, I don't need you to come out, I'll kill him!" The old man was about to make a move, when a man suddenly walked out of his side.

He was wearing a black robe as usual, forty years old, with strong blood, bare arms, thick eyebrows and big eyes, his face was full of anger, looking at the wind and Yangyang, he wanted to tear him to pieces.

"Kill me, you're still a little tender!" Feng Qingyang smiled contemptuously, and disappeared into the air with a whoosh in everyone's eyeballs.

"What? gone, what about the others? wasn't it there before?" the crowd exclaimed, a small heart pounding, only to feel that what happened today was too strange.

"That's the technique of shifting! It's actually a technique that can only be used by the power of Jindan!" I don't know who shouted loudly, and when everyone heard this, they all carefully watched the direction he was standing in before, and sure enough, there was a faint trace of turbulent power left in the void.

"Entering the Void Turbulence, how is it possible? What kind of cultivation is he, how can he be so powerful?"

Everyone was talking, but at this moment, there was a sudden scream, only to hear a snap, and the middle-aged man who was looking in the void was suddenly grabbed by Feng Qingyang.

The wind that had disappeared was clear, and I don't know when, it actually appeared behind him silently, and was directly captured alive without him reacting.

This is a slap in the face, a naked slap in the face, you know, just a few breaths ago, this man was still clamoring to kill Feng Qingyang, who knew that feng shui took turns, and before he could make a move, he found the way first.

"Evil animal, let go, let go of my grandson!" The old man said urgently, his old face was even more embarrassed, and he didn't know if he was old and confused, and he hadn't figured out the situation until now, and he thought he was a self-respecting person.

"Put, you say let go?" Feng Qingyang grinned, and suddenly raised his other hand, and with just a flick, he twisted the man's neck.

"Flutter!" A bloody arrow shot up into the sky, like a fountain, leaving a beautiful blood flower in the void, Feng Qingyang threw his head at the old man, and then opened his mouth, and immediately washed the man's essence and blood.

The original full body turned into a dried corpse in an instant, and with a wave of the wind at will, it was blown into powder by the wind, and disappeared into the world in an instant, except for the head in the old man's hand, the man had no other things left, not even a little dregs left.

"My grandson, you killed my grandson!" The old man's eyes cracked, looking at the clear wind, eager to poke him to the bones and ashes, you know, the man before is his real grandson.

He is an elder in Xiaoyaomen, enjoying endless incense and resources, although he broke through the golden pill, but it is hopeless to continue to break through, so he wants to pass on the mantle, who knows that now there is such an unknown death in front of him.

Angry, his old face was like a frosted eggplant, and a pair of small eyes almost spewed fire, he hated Feng Qingyang very much, but he never thought that if he hadn't taken the lead in doing something to Feng Qingyang, how could this kind of incident occur?

Just as he was running away, the wind was clear and disappeared from the sky again.

"He disappeared again, everyone be careful, this demon actually sucks the essence and blood in the eyes of everyone, our ten major sects will definitely ambush him!"

The ** of Xiaoyaomen yelled and shouted for a while, but he found that none of the people around him paid attention to him, and he stood as far as he could, as if he didn't want the heat to rise, and even some Jindan powerhouses withdrew from a certain huge distance with a blank face, and looked at them with a sneer.

"Master!"

"Ah...... Master, help!"

"Quack!" I heard a click, followed by another scream, and the disappearing wind Qingyang appeared right in the middle of the disciples of the Xiaoyao Gate.

He is not a fool, he knows his current purpose, and it is not appropriate to make more strong enemies, but to make an example of chickens and monkeys, so that they can weigh whether they dare to attack him.

Although his cheap father-in-law is standing aside, Feng Qingyang understands an eternal truth, it is better to rely on others than on yourself, and if you have any reliance, it is a floating cloud.

And just as he expected, the city lord of Guiyuan City did not say anything to stop this cruel scene, but like everyone else, he stepped aside and looked at them silently.

"Master!" There was an urgent call from the side, and the old man looked back, and his heart suddenly jumped again, only to see a disciple turn into a headless ghost again in Feng Qingyang's hands, and died unexpectedly.

"You're looking for death!" he brushed up, but as soon as there was a flower in front of him, the wind was clear and disappeared, although he was powerful, but the speed was not as fast as the wind was clear.

It was a speed as fast as lightning and as clever as a ghost, which made people wonder without traces, and even the previous breath was wiped out by the clear wind.

He is like an executioner hiding in the shadows, and every time he appears, he takes a head and sends a living life to hell.

"Old stick, do you know what is wrong?" In the void, the sound of laughter came from all directions, and the heavens and the earth shook, and it was actually an aftersound, which kept vibrating and spreading in the air, and after a long time, you could hear that trace of aftersound.

"Come out...... Brute, there is a kind of come out and fight with me!" At this moment, the old man's three corpses jumped angrily, and he scolded at the void without choosing a word.

"Brush!" Feng Qingyang heard the voice, and suddenly appeared in front of the old man, with his hands behind his back, looking at him with a smile on his face.

"I'm out, old stick, what can you do to me?" he held his head high, looking like a villain, and the corner of his eye crossed everyone, taking in their reactions.

With a smug smile in his heart, he secretly said that he had obtained the desired result, so he said: "Old stick, what can you do to me?

"Presumptuous! What a little brute with sharp teeth, oh, you are dying!" the old man was so angry that his mana came out of his body, and swept away against the wind.

"Hmph, carving insect skills, I let you have one hand, and you are not my opponent!" Feng Qingyang raised his toes, raised the hand behind his back, and pressed it against the old man.

Bloodfiend's Great Handprint!

The red blood cloud was monstrous, covering the sky in an instant, and he rose and fell in the blood cloud, like a generation of demon gods, looking at the world indifferently.

"What can you do to me?"