Chapter 453: Not crazy, not live

"Nonsense!" Zhao Wuqing heard the sound, opened his eyes full of anger, stared at Xie Feng fiercely, and did not put his phantom Jianmen Tianjiao's face in his eyes.
"Excessive!" Xie Feng's disciples behind him stood up, pointed at Zhao Wuqing's nose, and cursed, "What kind of thing are you, dare to spit in front of our master!"
People all around saw the disciples of the Magic Sword Gate screaming at the two foreigners and evaded one after another. Some people looked at Yan Ling and Zhao Wuqing sympathetically.
"Foreigners, dare to fight against Magic Sword Gate, unfortunately." Someone sighed and whispered.
Some people recognized Yan Ling and wondered, "Isn't this a madman and an emperor? How did they mess with Xie Gongzi?"
"It's very simple. They spend more time in Tianjian Valley than Xie Gongzi," the sideman explained quietly.
Everyone immediately showed a stunned expression, and Xie Feng became even more gloomy when he heard the gossip behind him.
"What a madman, an emperor. I think it's just a lunatic, a fool, but it's a pity that a drowsy idiot died." Xie Dacheng retorted unceremoniously.
Counting it out, he and Xie Feng are still cousins. Thanks to Xie Feng, he was able to enter the fantasy sword gate, so in the eyes of Xie Dacheng, Xie Feng is a sky that can never be touched.
"What did you say?" Zhao Wuqing suddenly scarlet eyes, glaring at Xie Dacheng, roared word by word: "You can insult me, but you cannot insult my master!"
His whole body was arrogant and mixed with a little bit of residual ghost air, and he looked extremely fierce, making Xie Dacheng startled.
"You ... you dare to yell at our Magic Sword Gate, I'm afraid you don't want to die!" Xie Dacheng suddenly thought that there was a cousin behind him and so many Magic Sword Gate disciples, what was there to fear!
Immediately he straightened his back and talked a lot.
Zhao Wuqing's eyes widened and his spirits surging, he was ready to confront his opponents at any time, but was stopped by Yan Ling.
"We don't care about them," Yan Ling said softly.
Zhao Wuqing then suppressed the desire to shoot, panting.
"Joke, just because you also care about our magic sword gate," Xie Feng sneered, holding her hands on her chest, and said lightly, "Dacheng, see what kind of spirit they have to say such things, and they are not afraid of the wind flashing their tongue . "
He deliberately made a difference, how could he let the two of Yan Ling so easily.
"Yes, cousin." Xie Dacheng snorted hummingly. He was also in the middle of the power of the spirit. He punched out, and the sword entangled with Jianguang.
People around them evaded, looking sympathetically at Yan Ling and Zhao Wuqing, and those who provoked the Magic Sword Gate could only ask for blessing.
"This lunatic is really a lunatic." Some people saw that Zhao Wuqing and the two saw the Magic Sword Gate's shot. Instead of running, they stayed. Zhao Wuqing even shot against Xie Dacheng.
Zhao Wuqing waved his arms into a gun, and the sharp momentum took off. There was a little bit of ghost spirit in the spiritual power, and there was a faint cry of ghosts crying.
boom……
Zhao Wuqing's shot was extremely spicy, and Xie Dacheng made a move. A thick mist burst from his body, and his shape suddenly became unreal. Xie Dacheng missed a punch, but felt the cold behind him.
Uh ...
Zhao Wuqing waved his arms into a gun and inserted his hands into Xie Dacheng's back.
"Ah!" Xie Dacheng screamed, Zhao Wuqing throwing his fists back. There was another roar, and the whole man flew out like a disconnected kite.
Planted in the crowd, embarrassed.
Zhao Wuqing's physical strength has been tempered by the King of Ghost Rong, both in strength and explosive power far surpassing the mid-level monk in an ordinary state of spirit, not to mention Xie Dacheng, who has reached the point where he is now with the help of others.
"The madman is indeed a madman, and his strength is really amazing." Someone muttered quietly.
Some monks in the later stage of the spirit state couldn't help changing their faces, and Zhao Wuqing's physical explosiveness made them feel extremely shocked.
Xie Dacheng was blasted out with a look of shame. He quickly got up, glaring at Zhao Wuqing and snarling, "Damn lunatic, you thought I would be afraid of you! Give me death."
He was surging in spirit, and a yellow cracked copper hammer appeared in front of him. The hammer body evoked a heavy momentum, a hammer blasted out, and the misty light stirred.
Between the hammer light surging, the strong wind roared, and the wind and gravel rolled up, forcing the people around him to retreat.
boom……
The sledgehammer blasted at Zhao Wuqing.
Zhao Wuqing's eyes flashed a ghostly bloodthirsty light, which may be the dying ghost king hidden in the body's subconscious. He caught a volley and a silver light came into his hands.
Reappearance of the pistol.
The silver-colored gun body floats with smooth lines, and after the hand of the ghost of the Rong Ghost King is soaked with ghost spirit, the power increases greatly.
The Third Realm of Guns!
A shot blasted out, and the sharp gunman shrouded Xie Dacheng in an instant. The robes on his body burst instantly, and bloodstains appeared.
what!
Xie Dacheng screamed in horror. Hammer was forced to retreat by Zhao Wuqing before he reached Zhao Wuqing.
咣 Dang.
The hammer fell to the ground.
Xie Dacheng was also paralyzed sitting on the ground, his eyes were dumb, and he was trembling with horror, and screamed, "Cousin save me, save me!"
Xie Feng's face was extremely ugly. I didn't expect Zhao Wuqing to force Xie Dacheng to such an extent that he didn't save his face at all.
"It's a strong madman. When you meet him, you need to stay away." Someone whispered.
"The people at Magic Sword Gate are too inferior, have they been scared like this before they hit?" Xiao Baichou laughed with a salty smile, anyway, just looking at the excitement.
Xie Feng's face was so dreary and terrible, Leng Hu said, "Stop!"
However, how could Zhao Wuqing listen to him?
"Stop!" Xie Feng's voice suddenly increased by three points, and the air of qualitative sounds burst out from him, forcing Zhao Wuqing to retreat.
Even though Zhao Wuqing received many benefits from Ku Rong Ghost King, Xie Feng is a monk of false dandan, and she has the strength of Tianjiao.
"Do you dare to hurt my magic sword gate people." Xie Feng stood in front of Xie Dacheng and looked sharply at Zhao Wuqing.
Everyone was silent all around, all taken in Xie Feng's momentum.
Seeing the lively Xiao Baichou also held his hands and looked at Xie Feng with interest. This guy must report, and he will certainly not let them go.
Zhao Wuqing opened his eyes in anger, stared at Xie Feng without any fear, and shouted, "You insult my master. He is not dead today, it is all good fortune!"
"Good breath." Xie Feng said coldly, "No one in Tianjian Valley has dared to kill my people in front of Xie Feng! Therefore, you must die today!"
Zhao Wuqing's face suddenly changed, only to feel a powerful air lock locked him. He couldn't move anymore.
Good strength!
Seeing this, Yan Ling aside, did not expect that Xie Feng was not far from the rhyme of comprehending the rules, and was able to use his momentum to affect Zhao Wuqing's mind. A gossip compass emerged in front of him, and a milky light fell on Zhao Wuqing.
Zhao Wuqing was able to move immediately, a joy on his face, and his expression immediately tightened.
With a sigh, Xie Feng's attack had already begun on Shi Shi, and a sword light dropped on his chest, leaving a large blood hole in the bowl, and he was very seriously injured.
Zhao Wuqing gritted his teeth desperately, his chest muscles squirming, trying to heal the wound.
"Huh, but that's it." Xie Feng snorted and gave Zhao Wuqing a contemptuous glance. "Tell you, first, the idiot you're waiting for is dead! Second, you hurt our Phantom Gate People must kneel and apologize! "
His face was gloomy like water, and a powerful momentum came out, rolling towards Zhao Wuqing, forcing him to kneel!
At this time, Xie Dacheng stood up quickly and yelled, "Yes, you lunatic dare to hit Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu doesn't break your leg today!"
With Xie Feng supporting him, Xie Dacheng shouted even louder. He rushed straight up, kicked Zhao Wuqing, and kicked directly into the hole in his chest.
puff……
Zhao Wuqing sprayed him with blood and yelled, "Dream!"
Xie Dacheng wiped the blood on his face and barked angrily: "Then you die."
He glanced at Xie Feng, and after getting Xie Feng's acquiescence, he punched Zhao Wuqing's head with a punch. This fist fell, and it definitely could explode his brain.
"If you want to kill me, I will kill you first!" The distance between the two was very close. The fierceness of Zhao Rong's dead Rong Ghost King was stimulated, and he actually broke free of Xie Feng's airlock.
The stun gun whistled and passed directly through Xie Dacheng's chest.
Xie Dacheng had a look of horror. He didn't expect a cousin to help. How could this lunatic still have the strength to fight back?
With a bang, Xie Dacheng fell to the ground.
"Damn!" Xie Feng roared and waved with one hand, and thousands of swords flew across the body, directly stabbing Zhao Wuqing all over.
Fortunately, Yan Ling shot in time, and the gossip compass excited the dazzling light, blocking Zhao Wuqing. Countless swords of energy continued to fall like rain.
Everyone around them took a deep breath, and did not expect that in such a passive situation, Zhao Wuqing actually killed Xie Dacheng. But this has already angered Xie Feng. Today, these two people will surely die.
"Well, it's boring." Xiao Bai worriedly stretched out his back and turned to leave.
There were disciples of fifty or sixty fantasy sword gates present, masters such as clouds, and Xie Feng was a monk of false Dan realm, the third realm of swordsman. However, Yan Ling was in the late stage of the spirit state, and also brought a Zhao Wuqing who had lost his combat power.
The end of the two is obvious.
Xie Feng's momentum was extremely violent, and Jian Qi continued to radiate like rain, forcing Yan Ling to step back.
Rumble ...
At this time, the screaming sword tide roared in the Tianjian Valley, and it was obvious that the momentum of the sword tide had already reached the extreme at this time.
At this moment, a figure shot out from the sword tide, coming very quickly, and in a blink of an eye, came to the crowd.
"It's good and dangerous." Ning patted his chest with no worries, but suddenly felt that the atmosphere around him was a little different.
Everyone looked at him with an incredible expression.
"Sandman is back." Someone shouted.
Feng Ruxiao and others looked up at him.
Ning Wufeng touched his nose, smiled awkwardly, looked around, and suddenly his face sank!