At night, Tieyi Gang, Liuyuntang.

"Brother, you are here!"

As soon as Zheng Feng followed Tao Xiang into Liuyuntang, Yan Tieyi greeted him.

Yan Tieyi was naturally disguised by Ye Qing.

"Tie Yi, you came to me so late, is there anything urgent?" Zheng Feng asked.

Zheng Feng is a man in his fifties. He is tall and has a graceful temperament, with a hint of majesty and calmness that has been in a high position for a long time.

But at this moment, there was a trace of deep fatigue and lingering sadness between his brows.

Obviously, the death of Zheng Tianyuan, Zheng Tianqi and others had a big impact on Zheng Feng.

After all, whenever a white-haired person gives a black-haired person a gift, it is a sad thing!

"Brother, please sit down!" Ye Qing asked Zheng Feng to sit down and poured a glass of wine himself. While pouring the wine, he deliberately showed his left hand with the green magic hand.

Zheng Feng had no doubt that he was there. The Green Devil's Hand was Yan Tieyi's most cherished weapon and it never left his side. Therefore, he did not doubt Yan Tieyi's identity. He picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.

"To be honest, I invited you here today because I have some good news to tell you?" Ye Qing sat down opposite Zheng Feng and said with a smile.

"What good news is worth coming all the way here?"

Zheng Feng rubbed his brows and said tiredly: "You also know that Tianyuan and Tianqi have had troubles one after another, and I don't even know who the murderer is. I feel a mess in my heart. Tie Yi, don't lie to me!"

Ye Qing raised the corner of his mouth and smiled mysteriously: "Brother, I invited you here just for this reason!"

"Oh, do you know who the murderer is?" Zheng Feng was overjoyed and grabbed Ye Qing's arm and said, "Tell me quickly, what did you find out? Who is the murderer of Tian Yuan?"

"Don't be anxious, take your time!" Ye Qing grinned, turned up his left hand, pressed Zheng Feng's left arm with a gentle movement, and said, "I have two pieces of good news for you."

"First, I know who the murderer of your son is. Well, how should I put it? He's far away but right in front of you!"

"Secondly, you father and son will be reunited soon."

"Are you happy or not? Are you surprised?"

At first, Zheng Feng thought Yan Tieyi was making fun of him and was a little angry. However, when he heard the second half of the sentence, Zheng Feng instantly realized that something was wrong.

"Aren't you Tieyi?"

Subconsciously, Zheng Feng was about to stand up and retreat, but his left hand was tightly grasped by the opponent. The next moment, a heartbreaking pain shot up from his left arm.

When he lowered his head, he happened to see a faint flame spreading upward little by little along his left hand.

"Ah..." Zheng Feng screamed, his right hand suddenly turned as white as jade, a burst of purple thunder emerged, and he slapped Ye Qing's chest with his palm.

When a palm fell, the thunder roared and was fierce, but at the moment it fell, the raging thunder began to slowly converge, condensed into droplets of deep purple water, and the water droplets gathered in the palm of the hand. There were no waves in the ancient well, like a pool of lake water.

"Thunder Infinite Hand"

Within a short distance, Ye Qing felt a fierce and fierce aura, sweeping down, vast and unparalleled in strength.

Ye Qing narrowed his eyes slightly and did not dodge or dodge. He grabbed Zheng Feng's arm with his left hand and made a fist with his right hand. His chest and abdomen expanded and contracted, making a sound of toad chirping but making no sound when punching out.

"Snapped"

The fists and palms collided, both of them trembled at the same time, and silently, the entire Liuyuntang collapsed.

The ground with the two people at the center was trembling and undulating, as if an earth dragon was turning over, with ferocious cracks opening up.

As for Zheng Feng and Ye Qing, one of them had his right arm twisted into a twist, exposing stubble, and his left arm was as black as charcoal.

One person's face turned purple and red, and countless fine thunder seeped out from his pores, making crackling sounds.

"The thunderous and infinite hand can carry out punishment on behalf of heaven. It is unparalleled in its strength and strength. It truly lives up to its reputation!"

Feeling the thunderous energy raging in his body, Ye Qingfu opened his mouth, thunder escaped, and a wisp of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

The Zheng family's Thunder-Breaking Infinite Hand uses real thunder to temper the body and condense the true energy of thunder. The palm is as powerful as the Infinite, and the thunder violently destroys all living beings. It pays most attention to fierceness and violence. It is said that no one dares to steal its edge, and it can be carried hard.

It's really uncomfortable under the circumstances.

"Diao Chan Jin? Who are you?" Zheng Feng roared angrily, and as he opened his mouth, a purple thunder sword, like a stream of light, went straight towards Ye Qing's eyebrows as fast as the wind.

Ye Qing's left hand came first and grabbed the thunder sword that was stabbing him between the eyebrows.

However, as soon as he made contact, Ye Qing's body trembled and his face changed drastically. His whole body felt as if he had been hit hard by a boulder. A huge force, carrying the incomparable essence of thunder power, poured into his body.

His left hand suddenly moved back an inch, a streak of blood appeared between his eyebrows, and his whole body flew backwards uncontrollably.

"Boom boom"

The roaring sound was endless, and Ye Qing's body was like an arrow leaving the string, moving at an astonishing speed. Wherever it passed, rockeries, walls, and houses collapsed one after another, until finally, he sank deeply into the earth, and he did not know whether he was alive or dead.

"Haha, no matter who you are, you will definitely die!" Seeing this, Zheng Feng looked up to the sky and laughed. Although he was extremely weak, he could not hide the excitement and joy on his face.

That thunder sword, called Flying Thunder, is a blood-level magic weapon. Although it is not as strange as the Green Demon Hand, in terms of speed and instantaneous explosive power, no one can match it.

Moreover, Feilei, as an offensive weapon, has been cultivated in his body. It uses true energy to temper its form and essence, and it uses essence and blood to conceive spirituality. After decades of cultivation, it has already contained a trace of spirituality and power.

Infinite, open your mouth and breathe out, within a hundred steps, you can kill without a trace.

It can be said that Feilei is Zheng Feng's true foundation.

It was by relying on flying thunder that Zheng Feng was able to gain a foothold in Anyang County; it was relying on flying thunder that he saved the country from crisis several times and established the Zheng family's current foundation.

Under the thunder, there is death but no life.

"Ahem, puff..."

However, before his laughter ended, Zheng Feng coughed violently, and along with the cough, mouthfuls of blue-black blood spurted out.

The blood stains were naturally mixed with many pieces of internal organs.

"Toxic?!" Zheng Feng's face changed drastically. He felt his head was dizzy and his organs were cramping.

"Green Demon Hand, damn it!" Zheng Feng bit his tongue hard to keep his consciousness clear. The poison in his body was obviously the poisonous energy contained in the Green Demon's hand.

He naturally knows the power of the poisonous energy clearly. If he were to rely on the tyrannical true energy in normal times, he might still be able to hold on for a while, but now he can't.

The opponent's surprise attack just now, first destroyed his left arm with ghostly ghost fire, and then a punch containing the power of fishing toad directly shattered his internal organs, causing him severe injuries.

And the last use of flying thunder depleted the last trace of true energy in his body, so now it is impossible to suppress the poisonous energy in his body.

"No, we can't stay here, we have to leave quickly!" There was such a big movement, but the people he brought did not come. They were obviously entangled, so the entire Iron Clothes Gang was probably controlled by the other party. He

Now he is seriously injured. Once the other party's people come over, he will definitely die.

For the current plan, the only way is to leave first, wait until the poison in the body is resolved, and the strength is restored before dealing with these traitors.

"Feilei, come back..."

Zheng Feng made a seal, and the Qi flowed, pulling the flying thunder.

After decades of cultivation by his essence and blood, Feilei already has a trace of spirituality. As long as the Qi machine pulls it, it can fly back automatically.

"Uh? What's going on?" However, Zheng Feng tried it, but the flying thunder did not fly back.

"Come back..." Zheng Feng shouted again, but he was also indifferent. Instead, the energy contained in the flying thunder suddenly disappeared.

"What's going on?" Zheng Feng was horrified, and an ominous premonition filled his heart.

"This sword is very good, I want it!" Suddenly, a voice came from the ruins in the distance, and then, a man slowly walked out.

It was Ye Qing.

At this time, Ye Qing's clothes were ragged, covered with dust, his breath was fluctuating, and a hideous bloodstain between his eyebrows was particularly eye-catching.

In his left hand, he held a small sword as slender as a leek leaf. On the small sword, purple thunder flowed and buzzed like a spirit, but he was still unable to break free from Ye Qing's grasp.

"You... you're not dead? This is impossible!" Zheng Feng staggered, his face full of disbelief. He never expected that his strongest weapon could not take the other party's life.

"Sorry, it was almost!" Ye Qing raised his eyebrows and smiled. He was telling the truth. It was indeed almost. If he hadn't learned from Mr. Qiao Liu in advance that Zheng Feng had an invisible weapon that could kill people within a hundred steps.

Feijian, if you were prepared, he might be dead by now.

However, even so, the power of this flying sword was still beyond his expectation, and it almost, just a little bit, pierced his forehead.

While speaking, Ye Qing opened his mouth and took a deep breath. His chest and abdomen slowly swelled with thunderous bursts. When his abdomen swelled like a ten-month pregnant woman, he breathed out gently.

"buzz"

The exhalation was like thunder, and a long purple thunder dragon blurted out in one breath, circled and danced in the air, made loud sounds, and finally disappeared.

As the thunder dragon breathed out, Ye Qing's originally fluctuating breath gradually stabilized, and the blood red between his eyebrows also began to slowly heal.

"This...this is impossible?"

Seeing this, Zheng Feng, who was originally a little dull, became even more distraught.

Obviously, in this breath and exhale, the change of Qi movement, the opponent actually expelled all the thunder power from the body. As long as he takes a short rest, he will be safe.

On the other hand, his hands are crippled and his organs are broken. Even if he recovers from his injuries, he will probably not be as good as before, and his future in martial arts will be even more difficult.

However, how could the other party have such powerful Qi at such a young age?

How can it be?

"Run away!" In a second thought, Zheng Feng immediately gave up the idea of ​​taking back Feilei, forced himself to circulate the remaining Qi in his body, and rushed out of the Tieyi Gang.

However, as soon as Zheng Feng moved, he saw Ye Qing, who was still a few feet away, suddenly appear beside him, and then a wisp of blood flashed past, and Zheng Feng's legs were broken at the knee level.

"Ah..." Zheng Feng screamed, fell to the ground, and said hysterically: "Who are you? We have no enmity, why do you want to kill me? Why?"

"No injustice or enmity?" Ye Qing slowly squatted down and said with a half-smile, "Then have you ever heard of Junshan Village?"

"Junshan Village?" Hearing this, Zheng Feng was stunned and his eyes widened: "You are from Junshan Village, Tian Yuan..."

"Yes, your two sons, Zheng Tianyuan and Zheng Tianqi, were killed by me!"

Ye Qing smiled softly, but his eyes were indifferent: "As for why I want to kill them and why I want to kill you, you will know when you go down and ask them!"

"No..." Zheng Feng looked frightened and struggled hard.

But the next moment, the whole person suddenly shattered.
Chapter completed!