Chapter 1242: Qin Feng played

The whole Mozu was shocked!
Li Tao actually practiced the Mozu Holy Scriptures?
Feng Qingyu has flew to a deep pit hundreds of meters away, suddenly jumped up, once again shot the magical gas condensed into a real red magic knife, the sword is up to 100 meters long, mighty and domineering, as if Splitting the earth, Li Tao fell to the crater in the air.
Bang!
Cut the air in one fell swoop and leave a deep knife mark on the ground!
The huge pit burst and the surrounding ground collapsed. If Li Tao squats down the knife, he will die!
It’s just that there is a white shadow in the sky, the wind green language is just falling, and the look of the sky is roaring:
Who? Dare to control the good things of Laozi? I want you not to die!

A group of demon disciples hundreds of meters away have not yet understood the situation, they do not even know that Li Tao is dead or alive.
The white shadow on the void stopped, and two flames were stepping on the foot. The hand was carrying a golden knife with a phoenix wing, and the other hand was holding a dying Li Tao, hanging above the void.
"It is the teacher of the Magic Moon, Feng Shao..."
A group of demons exclaimed, they have recognized Qin Feng hanging in the air like a demon king!
Before the appearance of Li Tao, Qin Feng was the most popular in the audience. He was strange, as if he had suddenly emerged from the ground, and he had a hard battle with the representatives of the four major denominations of the Mozu. Not being looked at by him.
Now Qin Feng has shot again, the whole Mozu is boiling, and their attention to Qin Feng and Li Tao even exceeds the heavy building.
"What is your kid?"
The wind-green language stands on the valley, and the eyes are smoldering, and the violent magic seems to cover the sky.
Qin Feng stuffed the medicinal herbs into Li Tao's mouth. This is a faint look at Feng Qingyu: "You can have the strength of today, all thanks to what I have given... How? Don't you know me?"
Qin Feng’s last expedition in the ancient Wu dynasty appeared as a blue wolf. Feng Qing didn’t know Qin Feng, but he was shocked by Qin Feng’s words.
In the past six months, the strength of Fengqing has grown by leaps and bounds, but he has also paid a painful price.
Since the rehearsal of the small chrysanthemum book, the wind green language often twitches, the blood in the body often flows back, even coughing and vomiting blood every once in a while, the body seems to be crawled by millions of worms, the kind of torture is enough Deaf people...
However, this kind of torture is only clear to the wind green language. His old man is flashing doubts and light, but he really can't figure out how the teenager is known.
"Who are you? If you don't say me, I will kill you..."
"Of course, I am the one who gave you the secrets of the Little Chrysanthemum Collection. How do you practice the treasures? See you for a half-year break from the nine-layer magic to the magic four-layer. This is simply the speed of the rocket..."
Qin Feng smiled at the wind green language, but in a word, the wind green language was completely dumbfounded!
Since practicing the small chrysanthemum book, he realized that there is a problem with the cheats, but the wind green language has already been halfway through, and it is impossible to stop it in the middle. He has been daring against the small chrysanthemum book. Ouyang Feng, who is practicing the Jiuyin Zhenjing, is almost ready to fight!
"Hey! Is it you? Are you the wolf head in the ancient Wu ruins?"
Feng Qingyu was furious and instantly became a wild beast. He screamed a few times in the sky, and the valleys of the earthquake were shaking.
The blue light flashed, and the wind blue language had already disappeared into the valley. However, after a few breaths, he hung over the top of Qin Feng's head. The skinny palms were squatting down, and the raging violent magic gas condensed into a magic knife.
Qin Feng did not dare to neglect, and quickly picked up the golden phoenix and went out. The 100-meter-long golden knife blazed the human eye, and instantly collided with the red magic knife. The clouds were rolling in the air, as if the sky was blown up by the attack of two people. a mouth.
Hey!
A knife fell, Qin Feng stepped on the whirlwind gold wheel and fell to the crowd, Li Tao was thrown to Xu Ruorou two women, and once again stepped on the gold wheel.
One to one is just a breath, the golden light in the sky is flickering, and everyone watching is dazzled.
"Wind green language, you reconcile the magic attack, and sooner or later blew himself to death, persuaded you to self-destructive power, and later become a normal person to live a stable life." Qin Feng's voice echoed in the valley.
In the end, Fengqing is the Huaxia Qinglong of Zengjin. Although he later rebelled, he also made great contributions to Huaxia during his tenure. Qin Feng did not want to fight with him.
Where is the wind green language, although he suffered from the torture of the small chrysanthemum book, but the strength of this explosion made him forget all the pain, if he abolished his skill, it would be better to kill him.
"The garbage of the ants, dare to speak out in front of Laozi, look at the knife..."
Feng Qingyu roared and slammed again. The 100-meter-long magic knife instantly condensed, and the magical disciple who looked at the magic weapon became envious of the demon disciples. Even the devil's eyes were shimmering.
The long knife fell, but it was cut empty, and a golden light flickered away. The speed of the whirlwind steamer was so fast that he immediately came to the wind green language with Qin Feng. Qin Feng's hand fell, the wind smashed the void, and the knife was in the back of the stroke.
Bang!
This knife Qin Feng has no reservations, and it has the momentum that the four-layered instinct has the power. Even if the wind green language can't resist it, it falls to the ground from midair.
The golden light flashed, Qin Feng was like a shadow, and the palms were randomly shot. The fire of several groups of destruction fell into the giant pit.
The sound of the explosion continued to sound, and the huge pit was blown up and bigger. In the end, it was like a magnificent scenery of a meteorite falling on the ground. The wind green language did not have time to run away. In the explosion, I didn’t know life and death. This scene shocked everyone.
"The man... hung up?"
"That defeated Li Tao's strong respect, but there are no more than three moves in the hands of Feng Shao, this maple is too fierce?"
"Now there is a big devil, I am worried that the devil will not beat this person..."
Everyone whispered, fearing that the sound would fall too far into Qin Feng’s ear would lead to the murder.
The heavy building stands still on the edge of the ring, and the double eyes are indefinite, and the face becomes extremely dignified!
Today's Mozu Congress is really exciting, killing three batches of dark horses in succession, each of which is comparable to the magical four-layer strong respect, and Li Tao and Feng Qingyu have cultivated a small chrysanthemum book, a practice, a reh...
That is the little chrysanthemum book of one of the Mozu holy scriptures. The demon disciples are longing for their hearts and do not know the secrets from which Li Tao got them. These two Mozu holy scripts have been lost for hundreds of years.
"Bastard! This is your own death, then Laozi will be yours..."
Just when everyone thought that Feng Qingyan died, a roar came from the bottom of the earth, and a black shadow jumped out of the giant pit, as if it were a demon crawling out of hell.
The clothes of Fengqing language were all fried, the skin was burnt black, and the meat on the face was pleated together. I couldn’t see the original appearance. If the voice of Fengqing didn’t change, no one would believe it. The man who was burnt into a corpse in front of him was the strong esteem that defeated Li Tao not long ago...