Feng Mu has come to this point, it is really difficult, Xu Ze has high hopes for him, take him away from the Central Plains, go to the desolate Meizhou Island, and teach him his lifelong internal strength;

Later, Xu Pei, and now Ling Tian, without these helps, Feng Mu would have died without a place to be buried. These people paid a huge price in his upbringing, and Feng Mu didn't give anything in return.

The weak body hugged the tall figure of the white-haired old man, and his hands were stained red with blood, Feng Mu fell into deep grief. This old man was his enemy, but he treated him with all sincerity until he died for him, Feng Mu felt that there was a power churning in his heart.

His meridians had not yet been fully penetrated, but his eyes had been replaced by hatred, and he didn't know what effect Ling Tian's final blow had achieved, but he was sure that he was going to kill those three with his own hands.

Bloody nature is like an insatiable glutton, devouring Feng Mu's mind bit by bit, and he no longer looks at everything around him as calmly as before.

With a light tap of his toes, Feng Mu swept down from the two-zhang high roof, and he slowly put Ling Tian on the cold floor, blood flowing into the cracks of the stone slabs, and the entire ground looked miserable and miserable.

Feng Mu slowly stretched out his hands and moved to the old man's face with obvious trembling, the old man was smiling, his eyes were slightly closed, and there was no regret. Feng Mu's hand touched his not yet cold skin, wiped the blood from his face for him, and then slowly stood up.

He knew that the "Yunxi Sansanren" in the old man's mouth had not been killed, because his aura spread and he actually caught the breath of those three people. Although weak. But it didn't disappear, Feng Mu was extremely disgusted with these three breaths. I want them to disappear immediately.

He had no grievances with these three people, but he was attacked by them for no reason. Feng Mu knew the sinister nature of the rivers and lakes, and they naturally did this with their own purposes, but if Ling Tian was involved in this matter, he could no longer lead the neck to kill.

Feng Mu felt that his body was very light, like Feihong stepping on slush and snow, leaving only traces of indifference. He was unsteady on his feet, and every step he took felt as if he was about to fall, but every time he stumbled, he was pulled back by an invisible force.

At this time, Feng Mu was like a baby. Single-minded.

It's just that it's a giant baby, a baby who only thinks about killing!

Although his steps were slow, he was approaching the target little by little, and the three of them endured Ling Tian's two special moves, although the second move was less than half powerful, but the three of them were also unbearable.

These three people were lying on the ground weakly, panting for breath in their mouths, they have been famous for many years, and they can be regarded as famous martial arts celebrities. But he could only watch the mad child, approaching him little by little.

This is what it is like to die, and in the years they have brought this feeling to countless people. But when it was his turn, he felt like the sky was falling, and he just wanted to cut himself off.

Feng Mu finally came to the front of one of them. Looking at the bloodstained middle-aged man in front of him, Feng Mu didn't have any expression on his face. It's like a cheetah looking at a lamb with neither hatred nor shame. Just thinking about letting the other person die.

Running the internal power on his right palm, Feng Mu struck out with one palm, only to hear a scream of "ah", and the leading "dark soul" had already been hit by him.

The tall man flew out a few feet away, spurting a mouthful of blood from his mouth, like a sharp arrow. His body floated in the air, and a mist of blood was scattered in midair, and then his body fell to the ground, and a large charred palm print appeared on his entire chest.

The other two were stunned, although these old rivers and lakes felt Feng Mu's strong internal force, they didn't expect him to be so strong. If he uses Shaolin's "King Kong Palm", if he uses Shaolin's "King Kong Palm", if he cultivates over time, looking at the whole world, who else can bear it with his body.

Even if the Golden Bell Jar is cultivated to the tenth level, the internal strength begins to return to its simplicity, and the internal strength is mixed to the point that it is difficult to lose a single bit of the divine weapon, and it is difficult to resist the huge lethality brought by this strong internal force plus the Vajra Palm.

Feng Mu turned his head and calmly looked at the other person lying on the ground, this person was born with a sharp mouth and ugly appearance, so he didn't want to be seen clearly, so he wore a human skin mask.

It's just that this mask was already torn under Ling Tian's attack, and his true face was exposed.

"I can't imagine that the 'Yunxi Sansanren' is a wise man, and when he is old, he will really be late in the future, and it is really a great shame in life to be killed by such a milky imp. ”

The other man had obvious birthmarks on his face, more ugly than the middle-aged man with the sharp-beaked monkey cheeks, and he was carrying a hat, which had also been knocked away by Ling Tian's attack.

The true face of the little-known Yunxi Sansan people was finally exposed in Feng Mu's eyes, but this little child didn't have much interest in paying attention to their strange appearances, but slowly approached them with the belief that he would be killed.

"That's it, for the sake of the entire martial arts, what does it matter if our reputation is ruined, I only hate that martial arts are not good, and chess is one move, and in the end it is still a failure, hateful, hateful. ”

The middle-aged man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks coughed twice, covered his chest, endured the severe pain, and said in a tone of great regret.

Feng Mu turned a deaf ear, he felt that his right arm was in pain as if it was about to break, and he could no longer transport the internal power to his right palm, so he infused the internal force into his left palm.

Feeling the fluctuation of his domineering internal force, the two martial arts celebrities couldn't help but show a look of surprise on their faces, he had just swung out a palm for less than a moment, and he was able to recover so quickly and launch a second palm attack.

If this son is not removed, it will inevitably be a disaster for the martial arts and harm the common people!

The two exchanged glances and put their hands into their arms, which was a desperate secret weapon prepared by them in their early years of walking the rivers and lakes. As long as you pinch and pop that copper bead at the last moment, you can create a huge explosion and die with your opponent.

Over the years, they have not met an opponent, and gradually forgot about this "funeral bead", this time they know the horror of their opponent, so they took out the beads that had been sealed for many years.

The true qi of Feng Mu's left palm burst out majestically, intertwined with fierce and feminine internal force erupted, striking towards one of them.

Only a loud "thump" was heard, and the whole ground trembled. The huge heat wave rippled away, and everywhere it touched, it turned into a scorched earth.

The high walls within the three zhang have collapsed, the stone chips are flying, and the smoke of gunpowder is filled, and the people at the center of the explosion have no chance of survival. (To be continued.) )