Vol 3 Chapter 42: Shock

"It's really arrogant, and it was delivered to me."
In the dark, a figure rushed from the forest to the foot of Mount Hua.
He didn't touch the ground with his legs, and emptied the sky, showing an extremely powerful means. If ordinary people saw it, they would be shocked to heaven.
Thought it was a martial arts master.
Faintly in the moonlight, the face of this figure was revealed. It was the face of a middle-aged man, with a sword behind his back, his eyes proud.
"An ignorant younger man shows the strength of a monk in front of ordinary people. He must be hunted down by practitioners in the sky and underground, and dare to climb up to Huashan now? Want to cultivate an immortal method? It's arrogant to the extreme! Zhou Boyun is enough to kill him thousands of times. "
The middle-aged man looked cold, empty in the air, and whispered a whisper, while a sense of murder condensed on his brows, the temperature around him seemed to drop by a few degrees.
Obviously, he is a monk from the Zhou family, and the cultivation is not low.
At the same time, Feng Hao had already come out of the hotel and stopped on the mountain climbing trail near the forest, intending to intercept the other side in this place.
"The ancestor of the Zhou family? It doesn't make sense, so weak?"
Feng Hao was very confused, and looked at the end of the ancient road. There was a figure coming out of the sky, and the eyebrows were killing and condensing, and the sounds of the birds and beasts around were silent.
"Um? There are ordinary people? He was still on the Huashan Ancient Road so late, he saw me, and it seemed that he had only been killed and dropped into a cliff. Tomorrow's news will report that someone stumbled and fell on the cliff ..."
Zhou Boyun saw Feng Hao and did not notice any spiritual fluctuations belonging to the monks.
"Little brother, it's so late, don't go back? Watch the sunrise?"
Zhou Boyun did not immediately kill the killer, and gradually approached Feng Hao, his eyes were cold. He held the sword in his hand and could kill at any time.
Feng Hao smiled very simply, staring at the spirit sword behind Zhou Boyun, and said, "Did not the uncle go back? I heard that there are immortals in Huashan. This is not reported in the news, and I plan to come here to find the immortality. "
"Look at the sword behind the uncle that is full of quaint flavor. Uncle is an immortalist? Great, uncle, do you see if I have Huigen and I am immortal with you?"
Feng Hao has a strong learning ability and adaptability is undoubted. Some time ago on the Internet, he learned a lot of role-playing skills.
Now, he is an ordinary person alive, because after watching the news, he now came to Huashan to pursue the opportunity of immortality.
"You see?" Zhou Boyun stared at Feng Hao.
"What did you see?"
Feng Hao wondered, then stepped forward and reached out, not seeing any spiritual power fluctuations, grabbed the spirit sword behind Zhou Boyun.
"Huh, ordinary people, dare to touch the fairy sword, this is your own death."
Zhou Boyun snorted inwardly. The sword behind him was passed down for more than 300 years. It was the spiritual sword bestowed on the ancestors of the Zhou family during the reign of Emperor Kangxi. Only practitioners can touch it.
Ordinary people die instantly.
That's fine, he doesn't have to do it himself.
Feng Hao didn't encounter any obstructions, he picked out the spirit sword behind Zhou Boyun, and waved it at will twice. Two magnificent sword flowers appeared in the void.
"This ..." Zhou Boyun was startled. This is the spiritual sword of the cultivator. It contains awesome aura. Any ordinary person, a practitioner who has just started, will be killed by the sharp intentions.
What is this kid about? Actually took the sword and died, but also pulled out two sword flowers?
Huh!
Feng Hao held the hilt of the sword in one hand, and pinched the tip of the sword in one hand, and made a slight rattle, and the spirit sword was broken into two pieces.
A pure spiritual force slammed and swept away instantly, the trees in the mountains fell off their skins, and the branches broke, as if they had experienced a hurricane.
Zhou Boyun was injured by the impact of this spiritual force, took three or four steps backwards, and vomited blood.
"Uncle, are you okay? But your sword really doesn't work. It looks gorgeous, but it breaks at the pinch. It should be an imitation of tens of dollars?"
Feng Hao looked at Zhou Boyun seriously, the harmless look of humans and animals.
"You are Fenghao!" Zhou Boyun seemed to think of something and shouted suddenly. The sound was like thunder, shaking the forest, and wading through the mountains.
The children who came behind Zhou Boyun all were shocked to hear Zhou Boyun's afterlife. The wind ... Feng Hao came up?
"dead!"
Zhou Boyun was roaring, his spirit was surging, and he was about to follow Feng Hao desperately. He felt insulted. Feng Hao was posing as a pig and eating a tiger.
Broken his spirit sword, and he will certainly not let him go now.
boom! boom!
He attacked madly, with entanglement of spiritual power in his hands, and each punch was as heavy as a tiger. He lost power and lost his sword. He could only kill the enemy close to him.
Fortunately, the Zhou family has a lot of tactics, and it can fight both far and close.
But unfortunately, he and Feng Hao's repair differed by ten thousand miles, and Feng Hao randomly dodged a few strokes. He shook his head and punched him with a punch. He flew him and hit a huge rock beside the ancient road. His whole body was broken and broken, and Qiqiao exuded blood.
"How could this be ... impossible, you are so young, unreasonable and so powerful, Jin Xin is the spiritual root of a one-hundred-year-old one, not as strong as you."
Zhou Boyun coughed up his blood and turned pale.
His body was inlaid in the boulder, and after his bones broke, he couldn't break free and had to wait for death.
In the distance, the children of the Zhou family who came rushing to see this scene, covered their hair, and saw with their own eyes that Zhou Boyun couldn't hold Feng Hao's punch and was shot into the crack of the stone.
"Is he Jin Dan or Yuan Ying old monster? This handsome guy is scared to death." A disciple of the Zhou family snorted with fear and snored.
"Guru, so powerful. One punch, one punch killed Elder Zhou." Another Zhou family child wiped the sweat on his forehead.
No one dared to step forward, all scared.
They received Zhou Kun's secret security and followed Elder Zhou Boyun down the mountain to personally seize Feng Hao, who broke the secular and spiritual agreement, and sent it into space.
Unexpectedly, this was not yet at Cheng's hotel, and Feng Hao was cut off halfway. The elder Zhou was half dead and was shot into the stone.
"A lot of people are here!" Feng Hao said to himself, he had seen the monk Zhou Jia in the darkness, clinging to his body, causing the bushes to sizzle.
However, these people were frightened and did not dare to approach. Feng Hao was too lazy to deal with them one by one. Put down the ruthless words: "Take this uncle back, and tell Zhou Kun and your old ancestors of the Zhou family, I am very good, and soon come to visit, ready to prepare the high-grade spiritual sword and Xiuxianmen, otherwise ... Zhou family and so on Go down! "
"I rub, this is so arrogant!"
The children of the Zhou family were furious, but they did not dare to say that Feng Hao was too strong. They did not dare to touch their sharp edges, fearing that they would become the next Zhou Boyun.
"Before you try to kill me, you have to be aware of being destroyed."
Feng Hao looked at Zhou Boyun. After dropping this sentence, he turned around and left the ancient road, humming the small song, without paying attention to everything that just happened.
Domineering, arrogant!