"Damn it!"

The willow tree climbed up the pale tree and opened its mouth angrily and said, "My son will lose one day, and I can bear it with all my strength. Why do you do this?"

"Ye Fengsheng killed my son in front of me and asked me to change my black hair to white hair. How dare he be so arrogant and so crowded? Don't you feel guilty all the way?"

"Guilty?" Cha Fengsheng shook his head. No, or was murdered, he wanted to kill me, because it was natural for me to be killed. Why did he feel guilty?"

"Ye Feng's voice!"

The eyes are burning, and the willow trees are climbing onto the road. "Don't think you are a monk, you can do whatever you want. You are not the only monk in the world. Are you so rampant, aren't you afraid of retribution?"

"Of course I'm not the only monk in the world. Didn't you ask the monk to climb the canopy?"

Ye Feng raised his eyebrows and said, "Where is he now? Can you still not call him?"

As soon as he spoke, the bank's awning suddenly appeared. As the thunder flashed outside the window, a sound came to everyone's ears like a thunderbolt:

"Ye Fengsheng! Take your life away!"

Time stopped at this moment, and the bright thunder pierced through the emptiness, marking a bright embankment in the blue sky and daytime. The air was penetrated, and even a few balls did not bloom, and it had become emptiness. At first glance, it was purer than anywhere else.

In an instant, the dust was swallowed up, and the biting silver shone on Ye Fengsheng's throat. A small black hair was corroded, and irregular curly hair appeared.

The willow tree climbed up to the palace and showed that he would definitely get the love of laughter in his worries. Through the sound of the phoenix being struck by lightning, his salivating palms couldn't help but clench his fists.

From beginning to end, he didn't want to talk nonsense to Ye Fengsheng. From the beginning, he just wanted to kill the person who killed his son.

There is no second choice or second result for killing and repaying debts.

Zhang Daqian has always been a monk Kunlun, and his cultivation is elusive. As long as he starts, the voices of these tea phoenixes will definitely die today. He firmly believes in this!

Immediately afterwards, when he saw Ye Feng reaching out his hand to tie up the thunderbolt, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his weather-beaten eyes were occupied by heavy fear and suspicion.

"Has the Kunlun people learned to attack sneak attacks?"

Ye Feng's voice was as crisp as water, or gently raised his palm. He had already grasped the lightning firmly until it hit the eyelids of the gods. Then he waved gently with his right hand, as if not a thunderbolt killed humans, but how a pet dog kept warm and soothed. He rested in the air in front of him.

"Character".

After a smog of smoke, the thunder that could not be seen directly disappeared into the twisted palm without a trace.

Mr. Zhang outside the window saw this scene and his face turned a little fleeting, okay? At this time, he had already flashed into the room, reached out his hand, climbed up the willow tree behind him, and his eyes became alert, as if facing a big enemy, staring at Ye Fenghuang's voice in front of him.

Ye Fengsheng, who had a lighter toe, was talking nonsense to the man on the ground. After the pat disappeared, he suddenly appeared beside Mr. Zhang. His fist was covered by spiritual energy. With the roar of the split air, he hit Zhang Lao's cheek like a fuel-driven rocket.

Zhang had already been ready. His muscles were stretching, and his spirit spread to every corner of his body. He focused all his attention on Ye Fengsheng, just to prevent Ye Fengsheng's attack when he first realized the turbulence.

But when the hammer-like fist fell on his face and his body was driven by this force, he couldn't help but fly out so that his body could reflect the danger he was facing at the dock.

It's too late!

It was like a doll being thrown on the ground by a child, no one wanted it, Mr. Zhang's body was pressed on his head by a huge force until he flew out. An old photo was taken in mid-air. After flying through the entire room, it hit the wall heavily.

Without stopping at a corner of the road, the special wall exploded, as if I was hit by a guide, and it exploded directly, revealing the blue sky outside.

Through the broken sand and stone, Ye Fengsheng withdrew his fist, looked at the willow tree that was parked in front of him calmly, raised his hand and touched it, and said, "I can't help but hit him."

"If there is a next time, you can consider changing a bodyguard. Of course, I don't think you will have another chance. Today, of course you are dead."

"Wow!"

As soon as he finished speaking, three large purple-red balls rushed out of the split wall, and even the sounds of tea leaves and phoenixes could feel the gloomy silence.

"Bang!"

The transparent palms squeeze us out of the void. One person can block three purple-red balls, but before a "puff", these three balls were split into pieces with the impact of lightning and lightning. The visible spiritual waves of the naked eye were pushed into all directions, all falling into traps. Dealing with them. In an instant, it disappeared into the dust.

It was in this huge ripples that although Zhang Laohui wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, he still sucked a few times and hit Ye Feng with an unstoppable spirit.

A ray of golden light shot out from the palm of the palm. After blinking, it turned into a dazzling golden axe all over its body.

When the axe turned into cash, it was only as big as a palm. When Mr. Zhang used the golden axe to hit Ye Fengsheng from top to bottom, the axe was as high as half a person.

The sky was like opening the world, the axe flashed with golden light, the gods rose repeatedly, the blades were sharp, and the dazzling light was impossible to look directly at.

Ye Feng's voice and eyes sank, his hands flexibly crossed in front of his chest, his palms were filled with air, and his water-colored aura emerged from his fingers like a cicada cocoon. Why did he cover up millions of arms at once?

"Bang!"

The spiritual energy finally stopped the sharp edge of the axe, but the price I paid was that the thin body was shocked by the tremor of the stiff Mr. Strong, a huge force. After a few circles in the air, I reluctantly found my shape, took more than ten steps back, leaving a series of empty space on the ground. It completely released the energy it contained.

"How dare you be so arrogant alone?"

Mr. Zhang stood there with an axe in his arms and clothes, saying through the broken voice on Ye Feng's arms and clothes: "If I can't die all the way as you wish, it's not my fault."

"You are not a low-level technician."

He slowly raised his head, and the transparent flames burned in the eyes of Cha Phoenix: "I just trampled on the agreement when the world was free and surpassed the rules. I didn't expect that the Kunlun people should do the same thing."

"That's it. Today I took these technical instruments from you. Yesterday, I went to the mountain gate and asked Master Kunlun whether he would allow these things to happen, or if you have enough courage to trample these rules!"

"If you can wear them alive and leave, it's not too late to put them on!"

Mr. Zhang's phone axe flashed with golden light until it was so crowded that no one could look directly at it.

He was full of confidence in the magic weapon in his hands. After the thunderstorm of talent and Ye Fengsheng's crowding, this confidence expanded rapidly in an indescribable way.

If he was afraid of Ye Fengsheng's slap and huge power that Ye Fengsheng could not capture, then after the axe retreated, he regained his confidence and he could kill Ye Fengsheng as soon as possible!______

Ye Fengsheng's voice, as far as his body is concerned, you can see Mr. Zhang in front of him from more than ten steps away.

I was in the Wedding Dan, the old base built by the old one, and he didn't even reach the peak of the base. And he flew out an axe, but he didn't catch it, so as to prove that the golden axe was similar to the magic weapon taught in the town. It seems that no matter what status these people have in Kunlun, if they are in Kunlun, if they want to kill him, they must first hold magic weapons.

Ye Feng's voice and palms turned, and the dark sword light was like a spirit snake. When he passed through the spirit, he had already moved rapidly.
Chapter completed!