Chapter 880: This person must not be easily provoked

Quiet, it was surprisingly quiet again, the scene was a bit scary, and the wind in the ears could be heard clearly.
He Huanzong's master sister Ning Xin, Hu Biao in Yanling Mountain, Mo Ren in the Mo Family, Yan Yi in the Yan Family, Tieyun in the Haotianmen, Mu Yushan in the Mu Family, Lin Yun in the Qingyun Sect, and all the royal family, Looking at Feng Chen with a terrified, incredible expression.
They thought that Feng Chen was very strong, but never expected that Feng Chen was so powerful. First, he killed Ye Jiujin with a sword, and then he killed his master Zhang Yuan with a punch.
"Boy, you dare to kill my brother, my brothers killed this man, and take revenge for my brother!"
The rest of the royal people were about thirty or so. They all became red-eyed, and there was a strong man on his face who was determined to never return.
After this disciple finished speaking, he killed the magic weapon towards Feng Chen, and the royal man nearly thirty years later rushed over for the disciple.
They understood that Brother Zhang Yuan was dead. They faced so many forces at the scene, and died horizontally and vertically. Rather than revenge on the brother, kill a road first.
"A little cold light!"
Feng Chen slammed loudly in his mouth, swaggering like a mountain.
I saw him holding the falling feather flying sword with one hand, drawing an arc in the void, the blade of the falling feather flying sword could not see the shape, only the clear and clear sword light was swallowed, and the chill in the sword surged.
"Good fighting spirit? Good strong cultivation?" Many monks sighed in the field, and the master sister of Hehuanzong Ningxin looked up at the dust in the sky, his eyes dazzled.
Hu Hansan's image was completely ingrained in the eyes of everyone, and Lin Yu and Yuan Yao were also fascinated by the sight.
"Unexpectedly, Brother Hu's practice was so powerful that they were not unjustly defeated."
Yuan Yao sighed, thinking of Zongmen's competition in the fight, compared to this time, the little witch really saw the big witch.
Faced with the siege of thirty royal disciples, Feng Chen was not at all confused. He was as imposing as a rainbow, holding a falling feather flying sword towards the thirty royal men and slashing with a sword.
"Hmm! Hmm! Hmm!"
Luo Fei Fei Jian with a groundbreaking momentum, it seems that the sword broke through the void, across a bright sword arc, Luo Fei Fei Jian burst out the sound of Jianming.
The royal disciple who rushed to the front felt the sword, and his face changed, and the lingering killing in his heart disappeared. At this moment, he had a plan to escape.
With this sword, he could not even give a trace of resistance.
Immediately, he wanted to escape, but he found that he was completely covered by the opponent ’s sword, that is, he would be killed by this sword no matter where he fled, unless his speed was faster than this Jian Yi is faster, so it is possible to escape.
Since he could not escape, the royal disciple raised his hand, and a round shield was thrown out by this person.
"Crapping ..." A clear voice sounded, Feng Chen's sword was chopped on the circular shield, and the circular shield was broken with the tendency of destruction.
"No, hurry ..." The royal disciple quickly exclaimed, saying here, the voice was instantly annihilated by the thunder.
"Sisters, get out of here."
Facing this sword, Master Hehuanzong Ning contracted her pupils for a while, exclaimed quickly, and ordered the sister in the door to leave quickly.
The same is true of other forces, who have retreated a few feet, for fear of being affected by this powerful sword.
"Booming" came a loud noise.
With the endless energy of the sword, the trees and flowers were shaken into powder. The thirty royal monks died under the sword Feng Feng.
One sword, kill 30 royal monks in late infantry.
One sword, thirty monks in the late Yuan Ying died.
A wave of violent vital energy burst out and quickly spread out, a violent shaking, the rocks flying below, the sand around, covering the sky.
Even if there were many monks far away from here and backed up a few feet, they were still rushed by the sudden wave of true vitality, stood steadily, and exclaimed in their mouths.
After a long time, there was a full three minutes, and the sand and dust covering the sun was scattered by the breeze.
After the sand and dust disappeared, everyone saw the scene in front of them, all staring at the air, trembling in their hearts, secretly saying: a strong sword, a deep repair, even turned the waterfall in front.
I saw in front of me a huge gully that was bottomless. The gully was lined with messy gravel, and flowers and trees shook into powder by the sword.
They knew that this huge bottomless gully was split by the other's sword, and many cracks like spider webs had grown around the gully.
"His ... terrible! This person must not be easily provoked!"
This is the only idea in the hearts of everyone now. Everyone even looked at Feng Chen with a touch of awe. It seemed that Feng Chen's blow was enough to deter their minds.
So far, they have never heard that they can use one enemy ten, let alone one enemy ten, kill thirty thirty monks in the same realm with their own power. What is this concept? What strength is this?
Monks who can kill the same realm in the same realm are not unheard of, but they are so unheard of.
Feng Chen knows that if there is no special defensive prohibition here, I am afraid that this sword, along with the entire waterfall, can be split open with one sword, instead of just letting the waterfall change course.
After the 30 royal monks in the late period of the royal family were killed, Feng Chen looked down at the crowd with cold eyes, and then stepped up into the air. With each step, the whole person's momentum increased.
"His ... how did he do this, how is this possible? What magical power is this!" Feng Chen refreshed the three views of the crowd again and again, the master sister of Hehuanzong looked up to Feng Chen above the sky, in his eyes All fear.
Based on her cultivation, she can see that the master of the Five Elements is by no means using real yuan to step up the air. Each step he takes contains strange rules, but when he takes a closer look, he feels nothing. The law can be found.
After taking nine steps, Feng Chen stopped and continued to rise. The falling feather flying sword in his hand issued a dazzling golden mane, and the sharp sword sent out. At this moment, Feng Chen was the home court.
"Who else? Those who want to find me a trouble or want this top-notch magic weapon, although come, I'm Hu and then."
Feng Chen said this, his eyes suddenly sinking, looking down, a momentum of the king walked between the scene.
There was a hint of real power in his words, as if it exploded in everyone's ears, constantly attacking everyone's mind.