Martial Inverse

"If you say so, I'm consulting with you now. Is there a difference between winning and losing, life or death?"

Feng Hao looked at Duanmu Yang with a smile, and the corner of his mouth outlined a playful arc.

Duanmuyang looked up and down, and said indifferently, "What do you think? On the Tianjiao list of the ancients, can you have your name?"

Duanmu Yang looked at Feng Hao very well, not the incomparable inferior Jiaozi in the impression, the tone naturally became a little proud.

But these words made Cheng Cheng's old Cheng Jinnan and Cheng Dong's faces change, both of them looking at Duanmuyang with pity.

What kind of person is Feng Hao, and the Holy Son of the Qianyu Protoss is half-dead and captive, and a little weak chicken in the infancy is not enough for him to warm up.

"Slap!"

Feng Hao's face was cold, and his palm was empty. Suddenly, the spiritual field around Duanmuyang suddenly changed. His left cheek seemed to be hit by *, and it was directly taken off three or four meters away, smashing a lot of things.

"what!"

Duanmu Yang yelled and got up, touching his left cheek, which was suffering from pain, and was ashamed into anger: "Suddenly attacked Ben Shaozhu, I am the son of Duanmu family of Yulong Snow Mountain, do you know what you are doing? You are from Find your way! "

Duanmu Yang, who is used to pampering himself, has always been the only person in charge of others, and no one has ever rebelled against his will.

But now it is a **** woman of Cheng family, and now there is a **** man, who is simply pulling his teeth in his tiger's mouth and seeking his own way!

Duanmuyang shouted and rushed towards Fenghao. The repair of the Yuan infant period broke out, and the ten fingers burst out of pure spiritual power, which instantly turned into a life-threatening blade, and the cutting ground whined.

An air of killing pervaded the entire conference site.

Many old people of the Xiuzhen ancient tribe can't bear it. Do they want to lose another ancient arrogant?

In the situation of the last French era, the fall of any ancient genius was a great loss to the entire cultivation community.

The Duanmu family's Sanxian strong, seeing that there was a change in the spiritual power of many people, immediately released a powerful Sanxian coercion, shaking everyone's heart, shaking his head and sighing.

"The Long Group has established an exercise with the fairyland powerhouse. Only by making Duanmuyang famous in the first battle can he be favored by the fairyland powerhouse. This is a great opportunity ..."

Duanmu Boyi whispered in his heart. As a strong man in Sanxian, he is a figure with hands and eyes. Anything about the size of the cultivation world cannot escape his eyes.

It is like this time that the Long Group organized such a battle. The so-called Yingxian Conference is actually a big picture of the ancient people of the Xiuzhen Xiuzhen.

Trying to be in absolute control, even if you can't, you must know enough about the protoss behind the major ancients.

Who are Duanmu Boyi? Can achieve the ultimate arrogance of Sanxian. Although I don't know what happened to the earth, various events since this time can be concluded that the earth will have great opportunities. This is an unprecedented and perfect era.

If the ancient people of Xiuzhen seize this opportunity, why can't they reach a new height.

Of course, before that, Duanmu Yang's fame must be knocked out and the immortal powerhouses will be impressed. His Duanmu family has more opportunities to show his face.

So who dares to stop Duanmu Yang at the moment, he is the first one to destroy the other.

Crazy drag cool sky, said that he Duanmu Boyi.

At the same time, seeing Duan Muyang's spirit-blade that cut open the air, Feng Hao's eyes did not fluctuate.

Everyone thought Feng Hao was a fool, and all sighed softly.

However, the next scene completely overturned their cognition, so that the tip of his eyes stared into a dead fish's eye, his jaw fell off the ground.

I saw that the powerful spirit blade that cut even the space, when it was only a few inches away from Feng Hao's heart, it was like encountering an invisible copper wall and iron wall, and he could no longer make a half step.

At the same time, Feng Hao stretched out his hand and grabbed directly at those spirit blades, and even ... played it in the palm of his hand.

"This……"

Duanmu Boyi's heart tightened, his brows frowned, and it was not unusual to be able to control the Spirit Blade perfectly, but it was curious ... to control the enemy's Spirit Blade, it was too horrifying.

This shows what? It shows that his cultivation is in an absolutely crushing posture, and only the cultivation predators above the deification period can barely do this.

The point is ... Feng Hao actually played with the five-handed spirit blade in one hand, and the spirit blade was like beholding the master, begging for mercy, full of spirit.

Originally a dead thing, in Feng Hao's hands, it became a living creature with a soul.

"return!"

Duanmu Yang shouted that the five-handed spirit blade was not just a simple condensed spirit. It was his destiny Feijian, under the envelopment of spiritual power, which produced enough power to break the true spirit of the strong body of the Divine Period. .

However, his destiny Feijian was fiddled with Feng Hao, and under the anger and anger, a blood spurted out.

"It's an interesting flying sword, but unfortunately they seem to look down on you ..." Feng Hao looked scornfully at Duanyang.

And the five-handed flying sword really curved the sword body towards Duanmuyang very expressively, and agreed with Feng Hao very much.

Wow!

Suddenly, the ancient monks in the entire venue were stunned and looked at Fenghao with horror.

"It is rumored that the real Kendo Emperor can convince the world to fly to the sword, and train the kendo mastery of Wanjian Guizong ..."

An ancient monk said.

Everyone heard the word, and once again cast Fenghao's shocking eyes full of different colors.

Only the Cheng family's clan and Cheng Cheng and Cheng Dong are smirking hard. Feng Hao is not a swordsman.

He ... is the Lord of the Thousands, the strong one who accidentally came to the universe, and the Lord of the Shenmu tribe behind them.

Looking at the entire world of cultivation, you can never find someone stronger than him.

Not to mention the return of Wan Jian, even if it is one hundred thousand sword, Bai Wan Jian is completely no problem.

"Who the **** are you? What is your relationship with the Cheng family?"

Seeing Duanmu Yang is no longer an opponent's Sanxian Duanmu Boyi, looking at the mouth with a gloomy look, Feng Hao's strength is no longer what Duan Muyang can compete with.

At this time, he needs to take sanctions.

In the eyes of the Duanmu family, there are only two kinds of people, one is an ally and the other is a dead person.

Feng Hao held five fingers, and the five-handed Feijian Feijian was directly held by his palm. His eyes fell directly on Duanmu Boyi. The corner of his mouth evoked an arc. Disciples of Xiuzhen ancient family. "

"Cheng Hao?"

The ancient monks who were present all frowned. This name is very strange. It should not be the ancient Tianjiao who became famous before.

It is very likely that the Cheng family has been secretly hiding from the sky, and now it is taking advantage of this opportunity to make a name for itself.