This Earth is a bit fierce Chapter 783: One Dongfeng Forty-one in the knee

"Not good!" These people are also very alert, but this big hand is extremely fast, almost instantly, they have been caught in their hands.

In an instant, he was arrested by life and death, turned into a haze of blood, and was sucked away.

Only Wang Changchun was farther away, and escaped the arrest of this scarlet beast, but this big hand that suddenly emerged almost didn't scare him to death.

He Yu Guang glanced at the this humble one side, where a figure stood fixedly.

It's not who Feng Qingming was searching for that day.

Almost scared the soul, at this time he knew how naive his original thought was, assuming that as long as he did not shoot, just providing Feng Qingming’s whereabouts, there should be no danger.

He is too confident and his strength.

I think that Feng Qingming is no different. Who knows, now that Feng Qingming has shot, he knows the difference between himself and the other party.

It is basically the general gap between Heaven and Earth and it is not at the same level.

Feng Qingming just looked at Wang Changchun indifferently, and another **** hand grabbed out. Suddenly hiding the sky and covering the earth, like a celestial net, put him in the net, there was no room for him to run.

"It's over, my life is over!"

At this time, Wang Changchun finally came up with such a thought.

He even felt that the space around him was fixed and could not move at all.

Suddenly, at this moment, a sword qi ripped open the void, and in an instant, swept to that gasified big hand, chopping off the gasified big hand.

"Huh, Huh, Huh!"

Wang Changchun kept panting, and it felt great to escape from death.

He never felt that it was such a good thing to be alive, which was unprecedented.

He looked calmly, but he saw that it was a seventeen or eighteen year old, with a handsome face and a moon-white robe, as if it were Exiled Immortal Descend The World.

He suddenly remembered, who is this person? Isn’t it that the riotous Yang Yang, who recently claimed to have directly killed the holy clan Lu Xuan, who wears the main altar of blood **** religion?

No wonder you can save yourself from Feng Qingming.

"I finally found you, Feng Qingming!"

Lu Xuan stands on his back, looking at Feng Qingming below.

Feng Qingming looked at the Lu Xuan above, with a bit of disgust and killing in his eyes. Such a condescending look was originally the only way he could treat others like this.

As the secret **** in the world, the supremacy of the secret has always been the kind of expression that he shows nobleness and indifference to others.

Someone is showing this expression to him now!

"Are you the adult saint?" Feng Qingming's feet seemed to have buoyancy, and he rose straight into the air. "I don't like your eyes, I will dig him down in a moment!"

"Why, are you jealous that I am more handsome than you? On handsome you are not as handsome as me, but I can make you die very handsome later!" Lu Xuan said with a faint smile.

On hearing the words Lu Xuan, Feng Qingming only felt a pain in his knee. That was Dongfeng 41.

Now the two sides seem to be a little bit bigger, because Lu Xuan looks like a white dress like Exiled Immortal Descend The World, and he looks slightly miserable and ragged.

Obviously, during this time, Tibet was hiding from the east. Even if it escaped the chase of Hunyuan Road, there was no time to sort out appearances. Now it is caught by Lu Xuan and it is a shame.

"Cutting your teeth!"

Feng Qingming coldly said, I just feel a little bit jealous when I look at it, where it is so indifferent at the beginning and when everything is treated as a ant.

"Wait until I break your bones and pull out your bone marrow, can you still laugh at don’t know!"

Feng Qingming looked a little bit greedy at Lu Xuan, and apparently already treated Lu Xuan as meat on a cutting board.

An adult saint, who drains his vitality, should be able to extend his life for many years.

"At that time, you will regret that you did not kneel to a living god!"

Feng Qingming said coldly.

"God of the world? It's just a stinky mouse hiding in the sewer that doesn't dare to expose his face!"

Lu Xuan chuckled.

At the beginning, Feng Qingming was not strong enough. When those generations of saints were in power, Feng Qingming did not dare to take the shot. Have he secretly shot, Lu Xuan don’t know, but he must have failed.

"In 10,000 years, even a pig should be ascend. You actually only practiced at Sanhuajuding, and you still have a face to claim to be a **** of the world?" Lu Xuan's face showed a bit of ridicule.

Feng Qingming's face showed a bit of shame and anger, which was indeed piercing his pain, but his path was broken, and he didn't learn the three flowers from the Holy Father. One method has been delayed until now.

"Hahahahaha!"

Feng Qingming suddenly burst into laughter, wild and ruthless, and burst out of him who did not care about everything.

In the end, he secretly spied on the world for tens of thousands of years.

On the top of Feng Qingming's head ~ IndoMTL.com ~ three flowers one by one emerged.

Flowers of essence, flowers of qi and blood, flowers of Primordial Spirit, three flowers gathered on top, gathered on top of his head.

This is his seventh in the world, even Xuan Yangzi has condensed the Primordial Spirit flower, but it is just a flower, but on top of Feng Qingming's head, it is a real three flowers gathering top.

Lu Xuan narrowed his eyes. This was the first time he saw Sanhuajuding strongman after rebirth.

I'm afraid this is the strongest person in the entire Shengyang continent.

A terrifying breath swept wildly like a tornado, with a loud sound barrier noise.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

A loud noise like a thunder exploded on the ground, suddenly exploding.

The sky dome moves accordingly!

Even stirring the world, the world vision can be seen hundreds of miles away.

"What is that?"

Many people looked up and saw the vision of the day above the sky dome, their expressions changed suddenly.

"That's... Sanhua's gathering is Feng Qingming!"

At this time, in the distance, Xuan Yangzi suddenly felt the breath of Sanhua Juding, and this breath also made him feel very familiar, but who was not Feng Qingming.

Beside him, there are also a group of masters of Hundred Yuan Dao, and their faces change greatly. They feel a violent, unstoppable terror force that is sweeping through the air.

Is that really the power of three flowers gathering, one person can suppress the power of an era!

I didn’t get to the top of Sanhua, and I didn’t even have the qualification to fight the opponent.

But even if the three flowers gather together, the gap is too big.

The nightmarish scene that they were repelled by Feng Qingming with their own strength once again emerged.

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