A dark red spear appeared in Chu Feng's hand, which was stolen from the man who was Yuwen Feng, the Saint of Baihua. He grabbed several secret treasures at that time and gained a lot.

Bang!

He used the dark red spear as a big stick, and started to move, hitting Zhu Chengkun's face directly, making the severity of blood and blood, and his face was spasm.

Even if an evolver in the Xiaoyao Realm was suddenly thrust on his face with a metal stick, he couldn't stand it and the severe pain was unbearable.

Bang!

The next moment, he was hit again, making him stagger, his skull break, and he almost fell to the ground.

"The creatures in the Xiaoyao Realm are really resistant to beating!" Chu Feng sighed. He was not affected at all in the field displayed by the Dragon Locking Pile, and he moved freely and looked at it with his eyes in a real way.

"You dare!" Zhu Chengkun was so angry that he was hit by two sticks, slapped on his face and skull. This was really a shame.

"Bang!"

The next moment, the cold spear stabbed and almost entered his mouth, causing his hair to stand on. It was too strange in this field, and his divine sense disappeared and the danger was approaching.

"Ah..." he screamed, quickly backing.

Bang!

Chu Feng rotated his spear again and tugged it on the back of his mind. He used amazing strength. This time, a slight clicking sound made cracks appear on the skull of the hind head.

Outside, a group of people were dumbfounded, and their bodies were slightly chilled.

"ah……"

Zhu Chengkun shouted, "Zhu Chengkun regretted it." He was beaten to the ground and almost fell into a coma. This made him startled and angry, feeling extremely shameful, but at the same time he also felt a sense of powerlessness, and he was defeated completely.
Chapter completed!