Chapter 1670: Go to Zhan Maguo

I was reminded by Qin Feng that Wen Yiming immediately changed the tactics.
He had once clashed with more than a dozen monks, trying to break everyone's moves at the same time. Now the goal is very simple, chasing the monk who is the peak of the nine-story.
Hey!
The long sword continued to pierce, and the swords whistled.
The monk who was at the top of the nine-story peak was not an opponent at all, but under a few breaths, several swords fell on the ground, and there was no strength to stand up.
The rest of the monks were shocked on the spot. That is the most powerful little teacher under Feng Ping’s brother. They must break through the realm of the Holy King at any time. How could they be defeated so easily?
"A group of ants, I will give you a look at the color today."
The moment when the other party stayed, let Wen Yiming have a chance to breathe. He didn't stop at all, and the breath spurred the flying sword in the crowd. The sound of cutting through the skin came out, followed by the screams of the monks...
After a while, the corpses are filled with blood, and the blood flows into the river!
The noisy Lingxian Peak is quiet, and the breeze blows, bringing a strange atmosphere.
On the opposite side, only Feng Ping was riding on the high horse. He seemed to be glaring, but the hand holding the horse was a little tremble. And Joe is waiting for someone to stand up like a stone sculpture. They are planning to help Wen Yiming, but they haven't had time to start. The fight is over.
"Who are you in the end? It seems that it is also a disciple of the martial art?" Feng Ping's arrogance on his face was weaker by three points. From the perspective of Wen Yiming's skill, he is not divided.
"I am the disciple of Lingxian, you dare to bring people to occupy the Lingxian City, it is simply not knowing how to live and die." Wen Yiming's tone is tough.
Feng Ping is in a tight heart. If the other party is a disciple of other martial art, it is better to say that if it is Lingxianmen, this battle is inevitable. It’s just that Feng Ping is somewhat puzzled. Isn’t the Lingxian Gate a group of singular ants? When did you come up with such a strong esteem?
"Hey! I know that your realm is not bad, but if you want to deal with our Tianzun faction by yourself, it is simply an idiotic dream. Our Feng Tianzun head has already stepped into the peak of the Holy King, and it is possible to break through the Buddha's light at any time... ..."
Feng Ping moved out of the door and wanted to oppress Wen Yiming.
Qiao Zheng and others exclaimed, but the strong respect that is about to enter the Buddha's light environment is the height they can't reach.
However, I heard a scream of the mouth and said with a sneer: "There is only the peak of the holy king of the nine districts, even if it is stepped into the Buddha's light environment? It is not worth mentioning in front of Qin Shaoxia."
Feng Ping lived, and he was not sure who Qin Shaoxia was in the mouth of Wen Yiming. He glanced at the crowd and left a strange face of Qin Feng. Qin Feng is a young man who is only in his twenties, how could he be a strong esteem in the Buddha's light.
"Don't think about fooling me in a few words. You are scared when you are old." Feng Pingqiang calmed down.
Wen Yiming was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, and jumped into the top of each other's head.
Hey!
The long sword fell and the powder flashed. The swordsman condenses like a pink long dragon whistling, and half of the hills are shaken by the impact. Feng Ping’s foot was on the horse’s back and he fled to the air. He wanted to leave here first. When he came to Feng Tianzun’s head, these people were still mad.
He was dumbfounded when he came to the top of the mountain. He was not sealed until recently.
"Haha! I know that I can't live without it."
Wen Yiming laughed loudly, and the flying sword was sacrificed. The body of the sword flashed like a pink stream, and a huge bang was suddenly blown up on the rock.
Bang!
The sealed intersection was blown up by a hole, but Feng Ping was hit by the violent air current of the explosion, and it was too late to escape.
Hey!
The flying sword flew out of the ground and plunged into the sky.
Feng Ping was scared and shouted: "Don't kill me. Tianzun's head will not spare..."
His words were not finished, and the loud noise exploded in the sky. A fog is scattered, and there is Feng Ping's figure.
Everyone was shocked and could not return to God for a long time.
Wen Yiming put away Feijian, and he went back to Qin Feng with nothing to deal with the monk of the Holy King. He did not pay attention to it.
"Qin Shaoxia, you, this friend is very good!"
Someone was awakened, and when they heard Wen Yiming, they showed a look of awe.
Wen Yiming was happy, and smiled bitterly: "Don't be afraid, now that Qin Shaoxia is back, Lingxian City will certainly be able to keep it. My realm is not high, and even a move in Qin Shaoxia's hands can't stop it."
The people were surprised again. They and Qin Feng have been different for more than half a year, Qin Feng's realm has risen a lot?
"Qin Shaoxia, what is your realm now?" Joe couldn't help but ask.
Qin Feng scratched his head: "In fact, it is not high. Just broke through the Buddha's light. In the strong respect of the gods, the mainland is a small street."
Joe is suddenly not talking, he wants to lick Qin Feng's foot, not with you so forced.
After some conversation, everyone had a simple understanding of Qin Feng's situation. Every time I think that he has stepped into the Buddha's light, everyone is still somewhat unacceptable.
"To Joe Uncle, do you know where Zhan Maguo is?" Qin Feng understood the situation of Lingxian City and planned to go directly to Tianzun and the King of Zhanma.
If it was before, Joe would definitely disagree with Qin Feng looking for the past, but after learning that he was a strong Buddha, Joe was also relieved.
"Zhan Maguo is a few hundred miles away from here. I will take you in the past." Joe said.
Wen Yiming immediately stood up: "I will go too."
Other monks could not sit still, and they all said that they would go with Qin Feng to attack Tian Zunpai and Zhan Maguo.
"Everyone will stay here to guard the Lingxian Mountain, so as not to attack the enemy again. Joe Shu, Wen brother, you two walk with me." Qin Feng made a decision.
Everyone used Qin Feng’s words as the sacred decree, and finally left the guardian Lingxian Gate. Qin Feng three people went down the mountain and rushed to Zhan Maguo.
"Don't ride a horse, fly over!"
Qin Feng turned his hand and flew out a pink long sword. This was one of the three flying swords that was obtained after the killing of Hengshan Wuzun.
"Joe Uncle, this is for you." Qin Feng saw that Joe Zheng has now broken through the three layers of Xian Xian, and the Yu Jian flight is not a problem at all.
Joe was shocked. Feijian was such a treasure for him. He was expected to send it out at the same place as Qin Feng.
The three men stepped on the flying sword. Qin Feng also changed Feijian. The former Star Flying Sword was placed in the storage ring. At this time, a gold-quality flying sword was sacrificed. It was recently obtained from Xiahouxing.
Jama is not far away, and the three people fly very fast, but after a few hours, they stand at the gate of the city of Zhanma.
"Where are you three? This is the site of Zhanmaguo, and non-nationals are leaving quickly." There are heavy guards at the door, which seems to prevent people in Lingxian from attacking.
Without Qin Feng’s opening, Wen Yiming said:
We are the people of Lingxian City, let them go.