Chapter 450: I roll myself...

Chapter 450, I roll myself...
hiss!
At this moment, the entire town of the soul ladder, whether it is the above people, or the onlookers of the military, are stunned, they are all jaw-dropping.
Dare to be in the town of the soul ladder, killing so many Meizhuang genius in the city of the refiner, they really can not imagine, when the strong man of Meizhuang arrived, Xu Feng will die.
"I didn't read it wrong, this kid is crazy!" Luo Jing only felt that the inner world crashed and killed so many Meizhuang geniuses.
He has now pegged to Xu Feng with some pity. If it was just now, Mei Zhuang might have let Xu Feng go, but now, I am afraid that Xu Feng will die.
"Just a group of waste like you, but also want to kill me nine people, don't you think it is ridiculous?" Xu Feng eyes as a sword, wearing the final line of defense inside the Meihu.
Rousseau stood not far away, watching Xu Feng take a few breaths, and killed seven geniuses in Meizhuang. These people are all genius disciples of Meizhuang.
We must know that although they are not as good as the genius of Meihu, their status in Meizhuang is not low.
Today, Xu Feng is so easy to kill, and not one or two, but seven.
Even him, his heart could not help but be a little shocked. Looking at Xu Feng’s eyes with pity, he can foresee that, long before, Xu Feng will become a dead person, and he will die very painfully.
"Hahaha... You still don't know yourself when you die. You dare to kill me so many geniuses in Meizhuang. No one can save you from heaven." Meihu was fear first, then he laughed.
Mei Hu is very clear, there will be Meizhuang's elders around the town's soul ladder.
Seeing that Meizhuang was so genius killed, Meizhuang’s elders will definitely come forward.
"I won't die, I don't know, but... I know you want to be a dead man!" Xu Feng stared at Meihu.
The golden light flowed again, and Xu Feng’s majestic killing spread. When Mei Hu’s words were so sinister, he declared that Meihu was a dead person.
Of course, I am not prepared to let go of Meihu.
"I didn't read it wrong. Seven killings of the artistic conception, his eight-character Lingzong cultivation, and condensing seven killings, it is no wonder that he can rush to the 30th floor of the town's soul ladder without using the power of the soul."
"It's not easy, I don't know what identity this person is. Don't he know that it is really unwise to provoke Meizhuang in the city of the refiner."
"I don't think it is necessary. Although Meizhuang is strong, there are also some forces that are not afraid of Meizhuang. Perhaps this boy is from those forces."
"I don't rule out the possibility that you said. Now the geniuses of the refining divisions in Tianhua are gathered in the city of the refiner, but there are also some martial arts geniuses to join in the fun."
Some people have begun to speculate on the identity of Xu Feng, and some people are also worried about the safety of Xu Feng.
"Just rely on the cultivation of your eight-pronged spirits, want to kill me, but also to see if you have the ability." Meihu is also a genius character anyway.
He was only stunned for a moment, feeling the majestic atmosphere of Xu Feng, his body also flowed, but he was half-step, not necessarily afraid of each other.
"On the garbage waste like you, within three strokes, you will not let you become a dead person, I will go down." Xu Feng even looked too lazy to look at Mei Hu.
In his eyes, Mei Hu is really not enough to see.
"I didn't get it wrong, this kid is too arrogant?" Rousseau stared at Xu Feng, his face was uncertain, and he was thinking about whether he would help Meihu.
Mei Hu is the genius of the city of the refiner. Apart from the top ten geniuses, and the top geniuses behind the top ten arrogance, he is also a genius.
Half-step Ling Huang Xiu, the grade of the five grades of the refining division, let him go wherever is a sound of praise, but now Xu Feng is so neglected, his cheeks have become embarrassed.
"I would like to see, how do you kill me after three strokes?" The physical strength of the Meihu body rolled over, and the hot martial arts mood began to condense.
Most of the martial arts martial arts, the martial art conception is the fire conception, or related to fire, Meihu is no exception.
He was covered in a burning flame, and the hot temperature filled him. His majestic spiritual power surged, and he stood there waiting for Xu Feng to shoot.
"The flame is not what you play like this. Then I will teach you how to play with the flames." I saw the moment when Xu Feng reached out a hand.
Inside his body, the raging power of the raging force directly impacts it. It is only a time of breathing, and the endless spiritual power is all turned into a flame.
The condensed flame, surrounded by more than ten meters of flames, is all striking toward the place where the Meihu is.
Hey!
Xu Feng did not have any hesitation. When he stepped out, the golden fist contained an inexhaustible flame, and the six spirits broke out.
He knows that Meizhuang is afraid that there are strong people around him. Since he decided to kill Meihu, he should start as soon as possible so as not to have a long night dream.
"Tenglong fell to the sea!"
The fist is like a screaming wind, the spiritual power condenses into the ocean, the flame changes into a golden dragon, and a huge fist is suppressed.
Wow!
Mei Hu’s hands are constantly waving, and he wants to resist the fists that Xu Feng bombarded.
However, when his palms were waved out, he realized how stupid and ridiculous he was to think about the fight with the teenagers in front of him.
Unfortunately, there is no regret in the world!
Hey!
His hands were broken from the shoulders, and the blood ran out. He made a screaming scream and his face was filled with grievances.
Just a punch attack, Xu Feng directly abolished his hands, his soul power of forty-three steps gathered, mysterious energy rushed toward Xu Feng's mind.
"Well come, I am not shocked by the power of the soul?" Xu Feng stood there, not moving, but in the body, the heart of the soul has begun to float.
laugh!
Seeing his soul power, like a sword wearing Xu Feng's eyebrows, Mei Hu made a mad laugh. "Ha ha ha ... swearing the sorcerer is the biggest mistake in your life, my soul power is not you can Comparable."
Rousseau did not expect this scene to happen, could not help but sigh, seeing the teenager in front of him is only a military, not a refiner.
"Oh, it is a pity that a genius will die like this, and die under the power of the soul." Many people stared at Xu Feng and made a sigh.
However, in the past, many people felt that Xu Feng should have fallen to the ground, or that the face was pale.
Unfortunately, Xu Feng stood in the same place, his face as usual, and even his body, a mysterious and powerful atmosphere, looming.
"Impossible... Impossible... How can you be okay?" Meihu thought he had succeeded, but Xu Feng was safe and sound, and his cheeks became awkward.
"I have said that it is ridiculous to use your waste like this to kill me." Xu Feng was just using the heart of the soul to absorb the power of the soul.
After his soul power broke through the fifty-three steps, there has been no breakthrough for a long time, and this time there is a sign of a breakthrough.
Let's die!
At the moment when Xu Feng stepped out, there was no mercy and hesitation. The golden fists were so bombarded and slammed toward Meihu’s head.
Mei Hu made a scream and screamed: "You can't kill me... you kill me... Meizhuang won't let me go... I don't want to die..."
Unfortunately, since Xu Feng decided to kill, he would die.
Moreover, Mei Huo was taken by himself. He should not say so many vicious words. Xu Feng had already regarded Ning Lele as a sister, and he was insulted.
Hey!
Mei Hu was so punched, the blood of the cockroach was blurred, and slowly fell on the thirty-story town soul ladder.
Xu Feng walked to the front of the Meihu, touched a small parcel on the other side of the chest, and took out the gold coin card. This guy had money, and there were more than one million gold coins.
The most important thing is that Xu Feng looks at two bottles. One of the bottles is Wannian Lingru. There are actually twelve drops, and there are more than two hundred drops of the Millennium Milk.
"It seems that the harvest is not bad." Xu Feng pretends to bring all of the things into his arms, but it is in his storage ring.
Many people feel that the world is messy. Xu Feng not only dares to kill Meizhuang genius Meihu, but also so brightly and honestly takes people's wealth as their own.
Several people behind Rousseau have become ugly.
Just now, they were also people who participated in the language humiliation of Xu Feng.
Rousseau looked at Xu Feng so boldly, really killed the Meihu, he was a little shocked inside, but also gave birth to a feeling of fear.
"Bold madman, even dare to kill so many genius disciples of Meizhuang, today's old man does not let him live like death, I still have any face in Meizhuang mixed?" Meiting looked at Xu Feng not only killed Meizhuang seven Genius, even the top genius such as Mei Hu, directly killed.
We must know that the top talents such as Mei Hu have cultivated a lot of resources in Meizhuang, and death is a huge loss for Meizhuang.
"Mei Ting, I advise you not to go, the town soul ladder is no more than other places, the stronger your soul power, the greater the pressure." The old man of Yao Wang Valley reminded me of Mei Ting.
Mei Ting did not appreciate it. He sneered: "It is difficult for you to think that the old man can't solve such a hairy boy, then I will simply die."
The old man of Yaowang did not expect Meiting to be so ignorant. The moment was just a faint smile. "Since you want to find your own way, don't blame me for not reminding you, the boy is terrible."
"Surprising, he is probably not twenty years old. You told me that he is terrible, isn't it ridiculous?" Mei Ting sneered.
......
Xu Feng looked up. His eyes fell on a few people behind Rousseau. He smiled and said: "Some of you are disciples of the sorcerer's guild. I will not kill you. Now you are rolling yourself, or can I help you?"
"I roll myself!"
"I roll myself!"
A few people behind Rousseau, such as Meng Dazhen, actually turned down one by one toward the soul ladder, leaving Rousseau alone.
(End of this chapter)