Chapter 568: I killed it.

"you dare?!"
Seeing this, Ziyunqing shouted out anxiously again. Product Book Network ()
"Hehe, Duan Feng has been acting all my life, there is really nothing I dare not do."
Duan Feng chuckled lightly, without any hesitation in the light sword of the deserted ancient dust in his hand.
"Do not!!"
Zi Yunqing and others shouted desperately.
As for Ziyun Changfeng himself, he was seriously injured, and his whole body was even more immobile, let alone avoiding it.
Duan Feng seemed unheard of the shouts and threats of Zi Yunqing and others, and his hand movements were not slow but fast.
"Puff!"
A sword fell, blood spattered out, and Ziyun Changfeng split his head instantly.
Died and drove away.
"Ding~ding~"
"Congratulations to the host, for successfully slaying a cultivator of Heavenly Supreme."
"Congratulations to the host, for gaining 4.7 million aura points."
"Congratulations to the host, for getting 4.7 million points worth of spirit coins."
"Congratulations to the host, the alchemist's proficiency has increased by 488 points."
"..."
Hearing the crisp sound of the system, Duan Feng just nodded casually.
How could he let him escape with such fat meat?
"you you……"
Zi Yunqing and the others were completely chilled in place.
They couldn't think of how Duan Feng really dared to kill.
"Who else is not convinced? Heads-up or group attack, just come, I will not refuse Duan Feng!
Duan Feng ignored Zi Yunqing and the others' iron complexion, his figure flashed, appeared in the void, and said lightly.
Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, don't know how to answer this.
Just now, even Ziyun Changfeng, the young master of the Ziyun Sect, was killed. They went, what's the difference between that and death?
"Since no one dares to fight, then I can withdraw."
Duan Feng looked around and said lightly.
"stop!"
Ziyun's green face was hideous, clenched his fists tightly, and shouted angrily.
"Huh? You want to fight?"
Duan Feng slowly turned his head, his eyes fell on Zi Yunqing's body, and asked faintly.
When Duan Feng looked so directly, Zi Yunqing's body trembled.
His strength is just the supreme position.
Such strength is not enough for the opponent to have a finger.
However, he still suppressed the panic in his heart and shouted coldly: "Kill my young master, you don't want to leave here!"
"Oh? It depends on you?"
Duan Feng shook his head and sneered.
"Hmph, my sect master has already rushed over, today, you must die!"
Zi Yunqing spoke very hard.
As the only son of True Monarch Ziyun, Ziyun Changfeng has some special marks on his body.
Now that he has been in a catastrophe, it will surely cause a sensation for True Monarch Ziyun.
Presumably, Zhenjun Ziyun had already rushed over.
Therefore, Zi Yunqing just bite the bullet and stood up.
His purpose is very clear, is to delay Duan Feng.
Drag until Ziyun Zhenjun appears.
If not, let Duan Feng leave smoothly, then their end will be a bit miserable.
"Master Duan Feng, Zhenjun Ziyun is coming, let's go."
When Jin Ming heard this, his figure flashed, appeared beside Duan Feng, and urged.
"Is the Sect Master of Ziyun Sect?"
Duan Feng shrugged, but shook his head, and said, "Why should I leave?"
"This……"
Obviously Jin Ming didn't expect Duan Feng to think so, he was stunned, and then anxiously shouted:
"The strength of True Monarch Ziyun is one of the best in the Northern Territory. If he comes here, then we want to leave again, but it's too late."
"In that case, I can't leave even more."
Duan Feng was still calm, and said slowly.
Since he has now reached the strength of Heavenly Sovereign, why need to escape?
Who is he afraid of Duan Feng?
"This guy is really báichī."
Hearing Duan Feng's arrogant words, Ziyun Qingxin secretly laughed.
Just now he was still thinking about how to motivate Duan Feng to stay.
But now, it's all he thinks too much.
As for the strong monks around, Monk Zhang Er was also confused.
Could it be that Duan Feng really thought he could defeat Zhenjun Ziyun.
"Master Duan Feng, that is True Monarch Ziyun, from our palace lord, only strong and not weak exists."
Jin Ming was completely anxious, and once again hurriedly defended.
"I'm determined, no need to say more."
Duan Feng waved his hand and motioned Jin Ming not to say more.
"but……"
Jin Ming's entire face was suffocated, and the words reached his lips and swallowed again.
"If you want to leave, then leave first."
Duan Feng seemed to think of something, and said casually.
"Master Duan Feng, since you don't leave, then we will never be stubborn!"
Although Jin Ming was very anxious, he saw that Duan Feng was determined, and he was determined to stay.
"It's okay."
Duan Feng shrugged and said no more.
The monks around, heard that True Monarch Ziyun was coming over, and knew that the good show was behind, how could they leave?
"Brother Duan Feng, give you this sacred knife, just in case."
Chu Qingcheng appeared next to Duan Feng, with a hint of worry on his face.
Although she believed Duan Feng very much, after all, the opponent was too strong to be easily knocked down.
"Alright, let me give it a try. What's so special about this sacred-level short knife."
Just in case, Duan Feng nodded and took it in his hand.
This sacred short knife has extremely complicated and obscure lines on the blade.
And ~EbookFREE.me~ has a black dragon ball inlaid on the face in the deepest recess.
"This short knife is a bit weird."
Duan Feng frowned and muttered to himself.
But he doesn't know what the weird method is, just relying solely on intuition that something is wrong.
After watching carefully, Duan Feng suddenly raised his brows, slowly raised his head, and said lightly, "Is it finally here?"
"Boom!"
The moment Duan Feng raised his head, a figure appeared in the void instantly, like a hurricane.
This person is dressed in a gray robe, without wind, giving a domineering look of the world.
"Who killed my son!"
The person who came was Zhenjun Ziyun, and he saw the long wind of Ziyun with the head separated at a glance, and the faint voice rang.
Although his voice was very weak, he couldn't even feel the slightest joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, but many people were still shocked when they heard this.
For a high-ranking person like Zhenjun Ziyun, the calmer, the more serious the incident.
No one dared to speak, the whole piece of void, a dead silence.
Even Ziyunqing and other cultivators of the Ziyun Sect did not dare to talk easily.
It was obviously quite irrational to touch Zhenjun Ziyun's mold at this time.
"I killed it."
When the atmosphere solidified, a calm voice rang.
The speaker was Duan Feng.