With a casual pinch through the air, the body of the ghost sword Douluo in front began to become distorted.

Ghost Sword Douluo kept wailing in pain and begging for mercy.

But Liu Feng was completely unmoved and continued to use the power of space to squeeze his body.

While squeezing, the bones of the Ghost Sword Douluo began to break.

In the end, Liu Feng directly pinched it into a meat ball.

A sound of bang!

It turned into countless blood mists, scattered all over the ground.

"Ghost Sword Douluo actually..."

The guards in the Martial Soul Hall were full of horror. Looking at the scene in front of them, there was a deep sense of disbelief in their expressions.

Liu Feng waved his hand directly.

"You guys go and die."

Suddenly the sky changed into endless darkness.

Then blue thunder fell from the air.

A loud bang sound rang out, and finally accurately hit the guards.

These thunders were all escorted by one, hitting the ground.

Soon, many guards turned into ashes, and even the slag was left after being blown up.

Even that large area of ​​land became dilapidated.

Liu Feng was still expressionless.

Then.

He turned his eyes on Yan.
Chapter completed!