In the toilet.

Qin Feng slowly opened his eyes, and a sharp golden light flashed past.

Feeling the powerful power emerging from the red-scaled locust's body in his dantian, Qin Feng's pupils narrowed slightly.

A very powerful feeling.

Unfortunately, this power is borrowed from others.

And it’s still a three-minute real man mode.

Indulgence makes people fall. Only by keeping your true heart can you go further.

"Is it the seventh-level early stage of breaking the void?"

He stretched out, and there were crackling sounds of bones and flesh.

Glancing at the avatar behind him, Qin Feng smiled, pinched the treasure-hunting squirrel with wrinkled cheeks, and walked out of the toilet.

"Gu Gu?"

Thunder Dove tilted its head and stared at Qin Feng, its lavender eyes full of confusion.

"No change."

"Gu Gu!" Thunder Pigeon happily took small steps and gently rubbed Qin Feng's waist with its head.

You two find a place to hide, or find Master Jiang Liu. I'm going to go out and pick up the leaks.

"The soul and wealth of a high-level powerful man can make me a lot of money no matter how much I think about it." Qin Feng's eyes flashed.

"Haw!"

"Goo!"

The plump treasure-hunting squirrel jumps on the head of the thunder pigeon.

Hearing this, Thunder Dove took small steps and quietly ran out to look for the river.

…

"Ogawa-san! You and I will help the nobles evacuate. That monster is beyond our ability to deal with."

"Hi!"

"Koizumi-san!"

Ichiro Ogawa, who was controlling the shadow behind him, nodded.

The sixth-order patterned long knife in his hand smashed the flying rocks the size of a washbasin, and the strong figure quickly flew towards a group of plump and round-brained nobles.

The sixth level, an existence that usually makes people look up to, can only do its best to alleviate the aftermath of the sputtering battle!

Everyone below the eighth level is an ant, which shows that this sentence is not false at all.

"Make me feel good!"

"hey-hey!"

"don't want…"

"What are you afraid of? If you survive a catastrophe, you will be lucky. Let's celebrate."

Arriving in front of a group of fat-headed and round-brained nobles, Ichiro Ogawa's pupils shrank.

Several middle-aged nobles were pressing a young and pretty girl to the ground. Their fat hands were tearing her messy clothes to pieces, with sickly smiles on their faces.

"Several adults, please go and take shelter. The battle may spread here anytime and anywhere."

Ogawa Ichiro hurriedly stepped forward and patted several middle-aged nobles.

"Hiding?"

"It turns out to be Ogawa-kun, didn't you see that we are enjoying it?"

"Do you want to come with us? This girl is still very young, she is a baby!"

A slap was slapped on the face of the struggling girl. A middle-aged nobleman who was close to him turned his head and looked at Ichiro Ogawa with a smile.

"She is still young, adults, please let her go." Seeing the girl looking at him for help, Ogawa Ichiro couldn't bear it.

In Rizhao City, the power of the nobles is the greatest. Even a sixth-level powerhouse like myself sometimes has to listen to the words of some respected and established nobles.

He has heard this kind of respect for teachers and rules since he was a child.

"Small?"

"What are you talking about?"

"This girl, you come first!"

The middle-aged nobleman grabbed the cuffs of the girl's kimono and tore it apart, instantly revealing her fair and tender skin.

"I…"

Ogawa Ichiro's eyes immediately straightened, staring blankly at the girl's snow-white neck and half-exposed soft, boneless shoulders.

"Come on!"

"I'm sorry, forgive me."

Gritting his teeth, ignoring the girl's eyes that turned from hope to numbness, Ogawa Ichiro quickly stepped forward and reached out to touch her white and tender skin.

Smiles appeared on the faces of several middle-aged nobles. A gust of wind blew across the corner, and the nobles who were close subconsciously touched their necks.

Always feeling.

It seemed like something passed over me just now.

Strange, why did I fall? I’m still standing?

Looking at his familiar body, the middle-aged noble's face was full of doubts...

With a click, a head rolled into his field of vision. The familiar face instantly made him recognize that it was that of the sixth-level powerhouse Ogawa Ichiro.

The other person's face showed a hint of guilt and excitement, like an angel or a devil.

With an expressionless face, he crushed his head on the ground. Qin Feng casually threw the clothes from the ring and threw them on the shocked kimono girl on the ground.

The next second, the figure disappeared.

One thought of gods and demons, the so-called good and evil, are actually all in one thought.

Coming to the central battlefield, the gilded shield king insect was fighting hard with the hundred-meter-horned evil ghost transformed by glazed light.

There are scattered sixth and seventh level strong men all around, harassing the limbs of the Gilded Shield King Insect remotely from time to time.

A smile appeared on Qin Feng's lips, and his eyes fell on the aura mask.

The struggle between the Yamata no Orochi and Indra in the sky has entered a fierce stage.

The monstrous black energy slowly overflowed from Qin Feng's body and then gathered in the air.

In the blink of an eye, a human-shaped group of dense fog nearly a hundred meters high appeared behind him.

Qin Feng snapped his fingers, and his body disappeared into the black shadow nearly a hundred meters high.

The still figure in the mist slowly opened his eyes, which were a pair of pale golden pupils. Under the thick fog, no one could see his face clearly, just like a cloak.

A mist scythe condensed quickly.

"Come and help!"

"You go and mend the west side!"

A middle-aged man from a big family who was injured by the rebound of the Gilded Shield King Insect controlled the seventh-order flying bird phantom to retreat violently. He glanced at Qin Feng's phantom, and nodded.

The sickle mist figure transformed by Qin Feng nodded.

Seeing this, the middle-aged clan elder silently took out the healing elixir from the Najie to treat him.

For a moment, his movements froze.

For some reason, a sense of crisis flashed through the clan elder's heart.

There are so many powerful people in the seventh level of Rizhao City that you can count them on your fingers. Is there any phantom incarnation of this person?

enemy!

When this idea came to his mind, Qin Feng moved, and the giant long-handled sickle in his hand drew strange marks and silently slashed towards the flying bird shadow!

In the flying bird's shadow, the seventh-level early-stage strongman who suffered internal injuries hurriedly blasted out a tens of meters of cyan sword energy to meet the sickle!

Under his gaze, as soon as the two sides came into contact, the sword energy was wiped out and dissipated, but the giant ink-colored sickle remained unscathed!

The sword energy only slows down its speed a little!

The golden pupils of the foggy figure shrouded in the cloak slightly narrowed, and the ink sickle silhouette easily cut through the flying bird silhouette!!

"Crack!"

The inky afterimage dyed half of the sky.

The shadow exploded, and a middle-aged man's head rose into the air, with horror still on his face.

The gray light broke free from his head and disappeared into the shadow of Qin Feng's sickle cloak.

For a moment, traces of strange black energy spread out.

Ten meters…

100 meters…

km…

At a thousand meters, you can't see your fingers, there is only darkness as black as ink!
Chapter completed!