Chapter 75: [Writing round eyes, open]

"Young Master, go back, he will blew himself up!"
Old Fu anxiously stopped his advancement and shouted loudly in the direction where Fu Yifei was.
"what?"
Fu Yifei just wanted to chase Jian Yunfeng out, but was stopped by the sudden shout.
After that, he did not hesitate, his figure flashed, and he hurried backwards.
"Haha, you are not qualified enough to steal the heavenly martial skills from my sword spirit pavilion!"
With a loud laugh, the energy radiated from that strong man finally reached its limit.
At this time, his body was like a big sun, with a shining light that made people afraid to look directly.
Immediately after...
"Boom!"
The sound of a terrible explosion skyrocketed.
A burst of breathtaking energy spreads from it.
The surrounding trees and peaks were almost destroyed in an instant.
"Damn it, the energy is too strong, you must hide!"
Duan Feng looked at the monk who had been involved, and died in the blink of an eye. Without any hesitation, he swiftly flashed away.
The strongman of the Sword Sovereign level blew himself up, that was the terrifying existence of the weeping ghost.
Under this kind of self-destruction, the monks who had no time to escape, whether they were from Ao Shitang or Jianling Pavilion, were all killed.
Although Fu Yifei dodged in time, he still had one arm broken, and the blood was constantly flowing down.
"Asshole! Take away that stinky boy, if this hatred is not reported, Fu Yifei swears not to be a man!"
Fu Yifei cursed angrily.
Since the strong man who blew himself up was dead, his anger naturally returned to Jian Yunfeng.
"Young Master, leave it to me!"
Old Fu's face was solemn and he gave a low voice.
"Old Fu, catch me alive, I want him to die!"
Fu Yifei said viciously.
"Well, you immediately protect the young master back to the church!"
Old Fu nodded, and immediately confessed to the remaining members, and then he flashed out quickly.
With his speed, it was easy to catch up with Jian Yunfeng.
"Hehe, it's all effortless to break through the iron shoes and find nowhere to find it."
Duan Feng watched Fu Laoyuan go, chuckled lightly, and then flashed out.
"let's go!"
Because Fu Yifei had broken an arm, and because of the great movement just made, he knew it was not safe here.
However, just as they were waiting for someone to leave, a figure stood in front of them.
"Haha, Young Master Fu, so anxious, but want to be added back to the hall?"
The person who appears is naturally Duan Feng who has been waiting for opportunities.
"It's you?"
Fu Yifei panicked at first, but when he could see Duan Feng's face clearly, he showed a grinning smile.
"There is a way to heaven and you don't go, and there is no way to hell. You want to come, so don't blame me!"
Fu Yifei smiled and didn't think much.
Immediately, he said to the five people around him: "Kill him~EbookFREE.me~ a quick fight."
"Yes!"
Those five were all cultivators who had reached the level of the Sword Sect. Even if they stepped out, their aura locked Duan Feng firmly.
"A quick decision? That's what I want to say."
Duan Feng chuckled lightly, and immediately instilled a burst of spiritual power onto the pupils.
"[Writing round eyes, open!]"
The pupils shrank and instantly turned into a ‘three-hook jade’ shape.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
The five monks, the next moment, surrounded Duan Feng and slaughtered them.
"All the techniques and methods are scumbags in front of me [Zhaolunyan]!"
Duan Feng's heart is like still water, and his body remains unchanged.
(End of this chapter)