Chapter 625: The nightmare of Hua Junzi

Chapter 625: The Nightmare of Hua Junzi
"You found that there is no, the flower king has seemed to be pressed by Xu Feng, and gradually began to fall into the wind."
"I also found this problem. You can see the face of Huajun's son is very difficult to see. He probably didn't think that Xu Feng was so powerful."
"Xu Feng is not a nine-star genius. He is now showing his talents. I am afraid that in three or five years, he will be able to break through to the high-ranking emperor. When Tianhua is afraid that no one is his opponent."
"Only, I think that the better the talent he shows now, the worse he will die. After all, Wannianzong, floating and sinking, and foggy mountains, may be out of the nest."
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There are talks about the strength of Xu Feng everywhere, and many people have never thought that Xu Feng really began to rise in just two years.
The true strength of Huajun’s son is comparable to that of the six-pronged emperor, and Xu Feng is able to compete with him evenly, which proves that Xu Feng’s strength is not weaker than the six-pronged emperor.
Chen Man’s face is ugly, and Xu Feng’s strength and talent make him feel shocked.
We must know that the growth rate of Xu Feng is simply shocking.
The most important thing is that Xu Feng is only a refinement of the nine-pronged spirits. He has been able to cross so many levels of battle, and there has never been a history of the entire Tianhua domain.
"No, this son can never be alive at the Dragon List, you must kill him, we can be at ease." Chen Man's eyes with ice cold killing.
Like Chen Man’s thoughts, Ji Chang, the ancestors of the fog, and the Mei Huang, all of them felt that Xu Feng must die.
Otherwise, they have hatred with Xu Feng, that is, they will not die.
Hey!
"White Rainbow Day!"
With Xu Feng's body, the hot light shone, the horrible breath rose from his body, and the gust of wind began to roar.
The waves of the road flashed, and Xu Feng’s fist became like the sun’s hot, dazzling, huge fist like a red sun.
Xu Feng’s fist turned into a rainbow, a white rainbow.
Hua Jun’s son was full of sorrow, and his whole person was directly shaken by Xu Feng’s fist.
Wow!
At the same time as a blood spurted out, his feet were a little trembling, and the dragon's platform was shaken up. Xu Feng's fist was terrifying.
Hey!
The scene is even more bleak, because many people know Xu Feng's display of this boxing method, which turned out to be the fourth type of "Xiong Bai San" in the "Xingba 13".
"What is the relationship between Xu Feng and the tyrants of the tyrants? His tyrants are thirteen, and cultivation has reached the realm of perfection. It is difficult for him to really inherit the inheritance of the tyrants."
"I can't think of Tianhua domain. There are still people who are so powerful. Xu Feng's chance is really not simple. He has just displayed the thirteen-style tyrants. I feel even more terrible than the tyrants."
"If this child can survive, it will not necessarily become an eternal legend in our Tianhua domain."
The fan inside the flower king's hand is a little trembling.
He originally thought that with his strength, there was not much problem in killing Xu Feng.
Unexpectedly, all of this is the result of his own self-righteousness.
Xu Feng's strength is not weaker than him. The master of the thirteenth style is cultivated to the realm of fire, which is a nightmare for anyone who fights with Xu Feng.
Once the tyrant of the Emperor, the peak of the Tianhua domain, he created the tyrants of the thirteen styles, almost gathered all the martial arts skills of the entire Tianhua domain.
Only a few of the avenues of the martial arts have not been integrated into it, but the horror of this tyrannical thirteen style has been experienced by many high-ranking emperors.
Xu Feng can only cultivate to the fourth style now, if he cultivates to the seventh style.
Throughout the Tianhua domain, I dare to say that he can perform seven styles of boxing in his work, and he can still be intact. It is estimated that he will not exceed five people.
As for the master of the thirteenth style, the difficulty is completely solved.
"Xu Feng, I can't think of your luck so well, you can get the inheritance of the tyrants, and the realm of your tyrants is now in the realm of fire."
"However, you feel that you are showing your identity now, can you still leave the Tianhua domain alive?"
"The tyrants of the tyrants were once arrogant and arrogant, causing the entire sect to be smouldering, and the disciples under the door, dead and wounded, leaving only some old stubbornness, being chased every day."
"You turned out to be the patriarch of the tyrants. I don't know if the tyrants have let you avenge him. It seems that the tyrants are buried deep."
The words of Huajun’s son are really poisonous. When he spoke, the high-level members of the scene, the cheeks were shaking.
Everyone knows that if Xu Feng is really a patriarch of the tyrants, he will be arrogant and arrogant.
Xu Feng will certainly inherit the will of the tyrants, and it is possible to rebuild the tyrants. At that time, the lingering squad of Tianhua domain.
It will hide from hiding and gather in an instant, and it is also a very terrifying strength.
The most important thing is that Xu Feng’s growth rate and talent are too horrible.
"This flower gentleman really shameless, knowing that he is gradually falling into the wind, he began to use words to provoke the people around him to kill Xu Feng."
"It seems that Chen Man, Ji Chang, the old ancestors of the fog, are all tempted to kill Xu Feng."
"Huajun Gongzi is really a last resort. He wants to disturb Xu Feng's mind like this. It is really disgraceful by such means."
On the one hand, Hua Junzi is provocative, on the other hand, he wants Xu Feng to be influenced by his words, and he is worried about the revenge of those strong people around him.
Unfortunately, Hua Junzi is destined to be disappointed.
Since Xu Feng dared to display "White Rainbow", he would not be afraid.
Moreover, even if these people know that he is the patriarch of the tyrant, what about it?
However, Xu Feng was so arrogant that he was made by the prince of the flower, and he was somewhat uncomfortable. Among his eyes, the cold killing began to flash.
"Do you think that with your idiot speech, people will believe that I am the patriarch of the tyrant?" Xu Feng's mouth with a touch of mockery.
"I am just the first four styles that will dominate the thirteenth style. There is no such thing as a strange place. If this is the successor of the tyrants, I am afraid that there are many sects of the tyrants of the mountains outside the fog."
Xu Feng is very clear that when the Wuwai Mountain Villa had the first five styles of the Xingba 13 style, he did not believe that no one was practicing in the Wuwai Mountain Villa.
"You... bloody!"
Hua Junzi did not expect Xu Feng to fight.
"Blood mouth squirting?" Xu Feng's mouth slightly sneer, he looked at the place outside the fog, and one of his youth faces has become ugly.
Not for the other, because when he fought for the Dragons in the last few days, he showed his mastery of the thirteenth style. It was a pity that he only cultivated to the third style, but it was only a fur.
"If I remember correctly, this is a disciple of your villa outside the fog. He also cultivates a thirteen-style squad. Do you have any chances that he might be the patriarch of the tyrant?"
"No... No, I think he may be the embers of the male tyrants. When you are undercover in the foggy mountain village..." Xu Feng’s words said that the face of the ancestors outside the fog was blue.
"Xu Feng, you are looking for death!"
Hua Jun’s face was full of anger, and the momentum of the four-pronged spirits broke out.
The look on Xu Feng’s face was completely cold, and the corner of his mouth rose slightly. The cold voice said:
Next, I will let you know that the tyrants are thirteen.

Said, Xu Feng, the golden light broke out, the momentum of the mid-seven spirits broke out in the middle of the spirit, the golden light flashed, and the eyes were all shining.
When the two killing avenues broke out at the same time, when the horrific killing avenue broke out, he was covered with blood and red light.
"Xu Feng's killing avenue is too horrible. How do I feel that I am in the midst of a killing." Someone felt the killing of the ice and shouted.
"Xu Feng's two killing avenues, I think it is more horrible than many people's four killing avenues. I really can't figure it out. If I have half of his talent, how good it would be."
Xu Feng was wearing a violent anger, and his eyes were proud.
"Despicable villain, I will let you know that the real boxing method is powerful."
Xu Feng was very angry that Hua Junzi wanted to use his identity to make a fuss.
In particular, the mention of the male tyrants involves his inner pain.
His killings were completely motivated.
"Tenglong fell to the sea!"
A fist punched out to the flower Junzi, the fists were dense, like thousands of fists are changing, each fist is like a sea.
The earth-shattering momentum, the spiritual power of shaking people's hearts, Xu Feng's body, the momentum of the world, even more screams.
Appreciation of the three-ringed emperor's face, said to himself: "I don't think Xu Feng has brewed the domineering power of the superior, and his future is infinite."
"Bihai is alive."
Then, a punch was chased out to the flower prince, and the clothes on the prince's body were shattered by the fists. The skin of the body was cracked and the blood penetrated.
"Nine days without inflammation!"
The fist is like a flame, wrapping the entire dragon's battle platform.
Hua Jun Gongzi made a miserable scream, Xu Feng’s mastery of the thirteenth style, for him, is a nightmare.
Oh...
The mad bombardment of the fist is on the body of the flower prince, and the meridians of the princes are broken. The whole person’s temperament disappears and is replaced by endless pain.
"White Rainbow, give me death!"
Xu Feng's body, double angry sea, spiritual power is like a tide, rolling over his fist.
Xu Feng stepped out and the whole space was twisted.
The old ancestors of the fog outside the face, roaring: "Xu Feng, you dare?"
He did not expect Xu Feng to punch, the heart of the flower Junzi.
If Hua Junzi is hit, it is sure to die.
Huajun Gongzi is the hope of the Wuwai Mountain Villa. Of course, the ancestors outside the fog will not see Xu Feng killing the flower Junzi.
(End of this chapter)