Hedonist Sovereign

"This distraction hides the strength, no wonder so dare to be so arrogant, but I think he is just the middle of the virtual god, as long as everyone join forces to attack, you can easily kill him."

"These lightning strikes are not fatal. Everyone takes out the armor and then uses the real element to resist it."

"A dissertation in the district also dared to provoke the martial art forces in Nanpingzhou. This battle cannot be lost."

The panic in the panic gradually calmed down, and many vain gods have already launched a counterattack.

Wanli has been standing on the hill in the distance, but he has not been idle. He has been handcuffed in his hands, and he has thrown a flag in the direction of Qin Feng from time to time.

However, it was a time of fragrant incense, and Wanli suddenly threw himself up in the sky. The flag in his hand was thrown out like a celestial flower, and Qin Feng was shrouded in an instant.

"Haha! My five-level sleepiness has already taken effect, and the friends are just attacking." Wanli laughed proudly.

The power of the thunder of the sky suddenly stopped, and everyone’s heart finally sighed.

Qin Feng was trapped on the hill, and the sky curtain wall appeared. The thunder sword could not penetrate the wall.

Seeing this scene, Cui Cheng and Zhao Hongxia suddenly became nervous.

Zhao Hongxia is hesitating in the heart to ask for help, but sees the dark shadows appearing in the void. Each group of black shadows is a martial art monk. In the blink of an eye, Qin Feng’s hill is surrounded.

"Haha! This kid is just like this, and he can't be beaten in front of the Wanli brother."

"It is said that the Wanli brother is already a level five spirits teacher. Today is a good witness to his power."

"There are few monks in the Nanping Chau Mastery, and even more precious than the alchemy, and a four-level master can use the tactics to kill people, like the level of the predecessors, fear of being imaginary. The monks of the late gods did not take him."

The sky is full of arguments and ridicule. In the eyes of those disciples, Qin Feng is already a mortal person. They even have time to dig a bit of Qin Feng before they launch an offensive.

The swords and swords are falling like rain. More than a dozen real yuan hands are emerging in the sky above the peaks of Qin Feng. The disciples who participated in this wave of offensives also said that there are also hundreds of people. Among them, the minimum is the pre-spirit, and there are more than a dozen virtual gods. Inside.

Such a spectacular battle, when combined, brought an earth-shattering offensive.

When I saw the intensive rain falling on the mountain, Zhao Hongxia didn't even have the mind to shoot.

Rumble!

The loud noise roared and the entire tall mountain collapsed.

A dusty scene in the ruins could not see the end of Qin Feng.

However, those sectarian monks did not pursue, under the joint offensive of their hundred people, not to mention Qin Feng, who is the true spirit of the seven realms, even if the monks of the illusion of the gods are difficult to resist.

What's more, Qin Feng was also trapped by the five-level trap. He could only watch the body being blown up by the real yuan, and there was no room for escape.

"The ants who can't be beaten, this is the end of the offense."

"Every year's genius meeting has a lot of unrecognized scattered attempts to resist, but every time it is as bad as the end, what do you think of these scattered repairs?"

"Hey? What is that white light?"

When everyone was proud, several people discovered the anomaly. They saw that there was a flash of white light flashing around them, and the speed was so fast that they even thought that there was an illusion.

However, I heard a loud explosion blast in the crowd. When everyone heard the sound, I was shocked by the sight.

Qin Feng did not die. The silver flying sword on the handle floated on a hill hundreds of meters away. The mountain was the location where Wanli was located, and the loud noise was uploaded from the body, and his mountain was surrounded by a circle. The atmosphere of the law was actually trapped by a five-level storm.

"This...how is it possible?" The eyes of the eyes were shocked and frightened, and the eyes were watching the body burst.

Qin Feng hung on the top of the hill with a flying sword. His tone was indifferent, as he said to himself: "Don't think that only you will be deployed."

After that, he swept his eyes over the hundreds of monks floating across the empty sky, and shouted an astonishing speech in his mouth: "You will go together, and within half an hour, you will kill you!"

Hey!

When the words fall, Qin Feng turns into a white light disappearing. The one he is stepping on is the real-level flying sword. It is just a few breaths, and the figure has appeared in the middle of the crowd.

Many people realize that Qin Feng is coming, because the smell of his body is very strong in the air, but this fact is unacceptable. What kind of arrogant guy is this, in the face of the siege of the Bailai martial artisan Also choose to take the initiative.

Rumble!

Before the martial art disciples wanted to understand, a thunder sea exploded.

Qin Feng waved the real sword in his hand and displayed the third style of Lei Tianzhao.

Although there was a phenomenon of Ray Mang into the sea before, it was formed by the superposition of the thunder and lightning after Qin Feng was applied again and again. Today, Wan Lei Chaozong is a group attack martial arts. Under a sword, Ray Mang is like the sea.

"The first sword! Wan Lei Chaozong!"

The five or six true spirit monks who stood in Qin Feng’s body were instantly covered by purple thunder seas. When they died, their eyes were full of shock and fear, and there was no room for escape.

The sky has not yet fallen, and Qin Feng is a sword in the far air.

"The second sword, Wan Lei Chaozong!"

Rumble!

On several peaks hundreds of meters away, they were suddenly bombed by the Leihai.

Qin Feng fell again.

"The third sword, Wan Lei Chaozong!"

The three swords fell, Qin Feng put away the true spirit, this thunder is the third type of fierce, but it is extremely expensive to consume the real yuan, in the past he can only throw a sword, the body has been hollowed out, Now strong support for the real yuan in the body, even left the three swords Lei Hai.

It’s just three swords. It seems to fall into Shura’s **** within a square. The purple Raymond is staggered and thunderous, and the thundering mountains are blown into the flat.

Among the Leihai, no one can survive. The true spiritual monks are bursting like ants, and dozens of spirits want to flee, but they are also dying in the thunder sea.

More than a dozen virtual gods are madly escaping. Two of them are using the scorpion to escape. Others have been seriously injured in Leihai. They have not waited for them to escape. Qin Feng’s figure has emerged behind him. .

"Don't kill me, I am a six-star sacred monk disciple..."

Bang!

The man’s words have not been finished yet, and the smashed into the cliff.

The white light flashes, and Qin Feng has appeared behind another virtual god.

"I am wrong with Shaoxia, you don't kill me, I am willing to surrender the storage ring, and then automatically retire." The imaginary **** was scared to the bottom of his mouth, and no longer had the majesty of the virtual god.

"late!"

The sword fell, and the purple thunder of one arm was bursting on the top of the man's head. The three vain gods were destroyed together with the body.