Chapter 786: Feng Qingming, die!

"Actually recovered!"
Many people at the scene just felt desperate. This monster has been able to recover his strength to the present. It is a pervert.
It's just a monster!
In the eyes of everyone, he is a monster, of course, Lu Xuan is not much better, it is another monster!
"However, the cost is certainly high. He can be pushed to this point. The saint is truly a saint. Feng Qingming lived for thousands of years, but the saint has only lived for a few years, and he has been able to hit this. It's so amazing! "
Above the sky, Lu Xuan's clothes were also blown by hunting and hunting, looking at the front almost restored Feng Qingming.
Lu Xuan also has to admit that this is probably the strongest player he has encountered since his rebirth.
For ordinary people, I'm afraid he will be killed already!
Although I have lived until now, after all, I still have something to be proud of.
Unfortunately, he met Lu Xuan.
"Did you feel it? This is my true strength. You pushed me to this step, so you are proud of it. No holy family can do this to you before!" Feng Qingming said with a smile. "Killing you again, I will be able to completely transform into the blood of the saints, and then I will be able to impact the higher realm!"
"Impact on a higher realm?" Lu Xuan looked at Feng Qingming, who was almost insane before him, but just sneered, and said, "You think you can't touch the higher realm now because you are not completely holy. Bloodline? Stupid! "
Lu Xuan knew Feng Qingming's question, but he had no obligation to answer questions for him.
"Dying under such power, you are not dead!"
Feng Qingming said.
"It wasn't intended to be used, but now that you have reached this point, you should let you recognize your status!"
Lu Xuan's eyes were as bright as stars. Among the sword jade on his body, countless Zhongpin spirits were burning wildly in Tianhai's secret territory, directly entering him into another realm.
Pseudofeathering soars!
Lu Xuan's breath is constantly improving, and it is much stronger than before. Against this background, Lu Xuan seems to be a living god.
"What? How is it possible? How is it possible ..." Feng Qingming, who had thought he had a complete advantage, was completely dumbfounded, which was completely beyond his expectations.
I even felt a little bit when I was facing the ancestor.
"Can't let him continue to improve!"
Feng Qingming didn't know how Lu Xuan did it, but he also knew that he couldn't let him continue to improve.
"boom!"
Feng Qingming's body exploded, and his body turned into a sky, like a big star hitting him. By his own body, it was enough to sweep.
Lu Xuan was expressionless, but just tapped a finger, and suddenly the power of terror erupted. Feng Qingming rushed over and failed to stop Lu Xuan's footsteps.
Terrible!
"Oh!"
Another terrible energy burst, Feng Qingming's figure was bombarded by a powerful force, and the whole figure flew out instantly, as if the shells had flew out.
"puff!"
Feng Qingming's body hit the ground directly, and Shengsheng was hit out of a large pit. With Feng Qingming as the core, a dense spider web was formed.
"Ahhhhh!"
Feng Qingming made a loud roar, and the energy in the whole body burst out, as if turning him into a beast, even more powerful than just now.
This is what he really looks like. Over the years, he has been practicing the secret methods passed down by the blood demon from the outside world. He has long been not a human from the inside, but only maintains the appearance of the human.
It is not even clear to himself, why has he been hunting saints all these years?
Is it to continuously extend his life and replace his ordinary blood completely, or is it to use the blood of the holy tribe to suppress the gore blood in the body.
He soared into the sky, the fierce breath formed a severe storm, and even formed a huge cloud of blood.
But he was just about to get up, but saw a golden dragon claw fiercely captured the figure.
"Oh!"
Feng Qingming was shot fiercely on the spot and slammed into the big pit. His body was almost beaten and disintegrated, and blood spewed out.
"This ..." The assembled heroes couldn't help but take a breath of air when they saw this scene. Just now Lu Xuan and Feng Qingming hit the sky from the ground to the ground and from the ground to the sky, they never let them so horrified.
Now seeing Feng Qingming's stronger strength burst out, he was slapped onto the ground by Lu Xuan, which made them like hell.
Lu Xuan has now entered a state of complete pseudo-feathering and flying, as if flying away at any time and place.
In this case, Lu Xuan had no feelings at all, but this paw went down ~ EbookFREE.me ~ at least it consumed his one million Zhongpin Lingshi.
Just one trick!
Such consumption can be imagined!
It's just that he himself is gaining power that he shouldn't get, and the price to pay is of course great.
With just one hit, you have unimaginable power!
He originally thought that his own strength should be enough to kill Feng Qingming, but to this day, Lu Xuan is not too embarrassed to perform feathering and flying.
With a long sword in his hand, Lu Xuan smashed directly towards Feng Qingming.
"brush!"
A sword light swept out, and suddenly turned into a thousand-foot-long horrible swordman, tearing open the space, and Feng Qingming, who had just risen from the pit, was swept away by a sword on the spot.
"Oh!"
A arm flew out on the spot, Feng Qingming screamed, and one arm was chopped out.
Feng Qingming jumped up, carrying the corpse, turned into a light, and fled away.
Lu Xuan stepped in the void, the top of the mountain, the clock of the chaotic town emerged, and the dripping rotation directly shuttled the void, and in an instant he caught up with Feng Qingming who had flew a few miles away.
"Oh!"
Another Jianmang swept down, Feng Qingming was torn apart on the spot, and the flesh turned into two halves on the spot.
Geng Jin's sword was sharp and unparalleled. Feng Qingming's internal armor was completely split apart. The entire human body was also torn on the spot. The upper and lower bodies were also split apart. Blood sprayed like a pillar and fell to the ground.
Feng Qingming seems to have recovered some Qingming again, just muttering to himself: "I am not willing, I am not willing, how can I lose in your hands!"
As soon as his voice fell, a sword gas fell down, pierced through his head, and exploded instantly.
Feng Qingming, die!
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