Chapter 1553: Desolate Pavilion (2)

Ten minutes later, Feng Chen's eyes flashed a sharp killing power, and then the figure flickered and disappeared into the room.
Next to the closed courtyard, the nine adults who had been closing their eyes and feeling a sense of spiritual fluctuations felt a bitter laugh and disappeared into the room.
Tonight, Qingtingxuan is destined to sleepless all night. The same is true for others in Fengyue City.
It didn't take long for Feng Chen to come over Qingtingxuan, with a strong murderous body all over him. He wouldn't care if the other party had a master of the Emperor Emperor, even if Qingtingxuan had a master of the Emperor Emperor. Can't you save the meeting?
Even the Nine family's affairs were interrupted by desperate efforts. A Qingtingxuan was a fart.
Looking down at Qingtingxuan below, Feng Chen's eyes narrowed, and he said to himself, "Xiaochuan, this brother has reported to you today, and you and Xiaoya will rest in peace!"
After the words fell, Feng Chen lifted his hand, and the inherited sword was clasped in his hands quietly.
"Thunder through the sky!"
At this moment, Feng Chen's face touched a faint smile of evil charm, and his eyes were full of killing.
"Hmm ..." The sword of inheritance in the hand shook three times in the void, and the sword of the sword made a sound of sharp and empty swords.
Feng Chen Yi's horn is automatic without wind, dancing with the wind, and suddenly, his sword is straight and empty, and the surface of the inheritance of the sword exudes dazzling cold light, and in the blink of an eye, it turns into countless dazzling light beams.
The dark night was like daylight under the dazzling golden light.
Feng Chen groaned in his mouth, and a thought arose, and the true elements in his body surged out with thunder.
Feng Chen held his right hand on the hilt of the inherited sword, and the whole body was soaring with raging flames, and his coat was hunting and hunting.
With all one's strength, a dazzling savage flew up, like a star stream, pouring down.
Jianmang screamed, just like the thunder of a rainy day.
Feng Chen's full-strength sword is extremely fast, with bursts of empty sounds. The power of this full-strike can be imagined.
"Boom ... Kaka!" Countless beams of light came together, chopping down all the buildings below.
Under Feng Chen's full strength to split a sword, without any hesitation, in order to destroy the situation, most of the buildings built by Qingtingxuan collapsed and burst apart.
At the same time, the entire Qingtingxuan shuddered suddenly.
Strong movements, almost instantly, some of the house care and nursing homes of Qingtingxuan and some masters flew out, looking up into the air.
"Qiao Yifeng, come out to die!"
Feng Chen looked at the masters of the nursing home below. There was no expression on his face, and some of them were just killing.
"Presumptuous, who's coming?" A monk of Jinxian period pointed at Feng Chen with a long sword and yelled.
"Well ..." Feng Chen frowned, reaching out to the person a little, and a sword burst out of the sword. In the blink of an eye, this sword burst through the man's chest.
"I repeat, Joe Yifeng came out to die, or ... everyone died!"
Feng Chen's voice was mixed with most of the power of Xianyuan, and had a strong penetrating power. Some of the buildings closest to him were directly overturned by his sentence.
Feng Chen's strong voice penetrated the entire sphere of influence of Qingtingxuan, and even everyone else in Fengyue City could hear it clearly. These forces seemed frightened when they heard Feng Chen's anger. Trembling, terrified in my heart.
"Who is this person? Even Qingtingxuan dares to provoke it, for fear of not wanting to live!" Some monks in Fengyue City woke up from the retreat.
"Brother Gong, this is a bad deal. I think Bacheng is the big man that the treasurer of Qing Tingxuan has caused, and people come to him to settle accounts!"
Feng Chen swept around with divine thoughts and did not find any masters in Qingtingxuan. The only powerful one was a monk in the middle of Xianjun.
"That being the case, then everyone ... dead!" If the monks below didn't know what to do, Feng Chen didn't plan to keep his hands, let alone to show mercy to them, and to meet them was death.
The last sound of Feng Chen was the explosion of the power that contained the Nine Turns of the Star.
As soon as the dead words exited, it was as horrible as a sound wave explosion. The horror breath spread around the dust and quickly spread out in a fan shape.
The monks under "噗 ......", under the word "dead" in the dust, the monks of Jinxian period sprayed blood from their mouths, and their expressions were slumped.
As a monk who was above the middle of Jinxian, Zhenyuan in his body quickly percussed, taking a few steps back to stabilize his figure.
"Stop it for me! Where are you going?" Qiao Yifeng and his father Qiao Jun were sitting in the back room in a courtyard below. Seeing that Qiao Yifeng couldn't suppress the anger in his body, and wanted to go out, Qiao Jun gave a cold drink.
Hearing Qiao Jun's words, Qiao stopped immediately and turned back immediately, anxiously: "Father, the hairy boy who doesn't know where he came from, named Dao that he wanted to kill me, wanted me to die, so crazy Arrogance, if I do n’t kill him, what face do I have in Fengyue City?

After Qiao Jun heard the words, his face was calm and his face was a bit lost, and he said, "Fool! What do you know? The other party dare to name the surname wants to kill you, dare to do so, naturally he has the confidence, a sword can split Will the formation protection of Kaiting Pavilion be ordinary people? "
"Father!" Qiao Yifeng reluctantly said, "We Qingtingxuan can not stand in Fengyue City, that is not vegetarian! I will ..."
"Miscellaneous things! You stay here for Lao Tzu, and you are not allowed to go anywhere! There are more people outside the yard than you are taller, and it is not your turn!
Qiao Yifeng's face was somber. The power in the sword that Feng Chen had just made Qin Jun chilling. The power was too great.
"Min Feng, quickly went to Qingyue Mountain to invite Ye Dawang, and said that there are 100,000 urgent matters to discuss! Go!" Qiao Yifeng sang toward the door.
"Yes, Joe the treasurer!" The men outside the house responded quickly.
After Qiao Yifeng ordered several orders, he walked out of the room. He wanted to see who dared to cause trouble, and who dared to name his surname to kill his son.
"Under Qiao Jun, the shopkeeper of Xia Tingxuan, I do n’t know why you came to my Qingtingxuan's residence with great fanfare, and no matter what my children have with you, just destroy your mansion in Qingtingxuan. I have every reason to kill you! "
Qing Tingxuan's treasurer, Qiao Jun, did not show up, his questioning tone echoed in everyone's ears, and then a flash of light and shadow appeared in front of Feng Chen.
"Qiao Jun! Qiao Yifeng's father!" Feng Chen looked at Qiao Jundao with cold eyes.
"Is you ... Are you dust wind?" Qiao Jun looked at Feng Chen, his pupils contracted for a while, exclaimed.