Bang!

Song Ling's figure fell to the ground, and another mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Ling'er!"

Song Ming on the high platform on the right was shocked when he saw this and prepared to rush into the arena. But someone was faster than him!

That is Feng Yan.

"Hmph, what's the use of leaving a piece of trash that I can't even take on in this world? Death for me!" After Feng Yan punched Song Ling, his figure did not stop and he immediately pursued him.

A magnificent Yuan power condensed between the palms, and the pure Yuan power formed a layer of golden mist. When Song Ling, who fell to the ground and was about to stand up, he slapped it out with a palm.

Moreover, this palm is extremely tricky, and the target is Song Ling's head.

"Yanfeng, stop!" A loud shout sounded, and Song Mingyuan's power was running wildly, like a tiger in his hand, rushing towards the ring madly. The speed was so fast that it left a afterimage in the air.

Feng Yan smiled coldly, and the speed of his palm did not slow down at all.

Feng Yan is good at speed and is closest to Song Ling, which caused Feng Yan's palm print to be printed on the cover of the sky spirit in Song Ling's head before Song Ming could even rush into the arena.

Bang!

The low voice hit Song Ming hard like a drumstick, causing Song Ming's head to split in an instant.

"Ling'er!"

A hysterical roar erupted from Song Ming's mouth, and his whole body was shocked.

Song Ling could no longer hear his angry shout, and his body fell softly on the ground of the ring, without resurrection. Feng Yan slowly withdrew his palm, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, which was so clear and dazzling. But as his face changed slightly, his figure immediately retreated.

boom!

A huge palm print blasted straight at the ground where Feng Yan was standing just now, and a strong wave of air appeared, and the ground instantly split into pieces, stirring up a piece of dust. At the same time, a figure instantly condensed, which was Song Ming with blood-red eyes.

Song Ming looked like a corpse underground, his eyes suddenly became redder, his whole body was circulating, his son was dead! The sky spirit cover was shattered by a palm, and the blood kept pouring out, dyeing the ground all over the ground, and he could not die anymore.

He even saw that Song Ling's eyes were still wide open and he could not die with his eyes open!

Then Song Ming stared at Feng Yan again, his eyes filled with unconcealed crazy murderous intent.

That way, I wish I could tear Feng Yan to pieces.

"Damn it!" Feng Zhenxin rushed up from the seat while Song Ming's body flashed, and had already come to Feng Yan and protected Feng Yan behind him. After the aura burst out, the power of the Nine Heavens oppressed the entire square, and the irresistible momentum made people unable to breathe.

"Song Ming, what do you want to do?" Feng Zhenxin protected Feng Yan behind him, and his breath burst out, stared at Song Ming and asked.

"Haha, what do I want to do?" Song Ming laughed furiously. The Ninth Heaven breath that was no less than Feng Zhenxin also exploded instantly, making the breathing of nearby audiences even more difficult. "He injured people and killed my son. What do you think I want to do?"

Song Ming's aura faintly reveals madness and hatred!

"Rare!" A low shout with anger came from Duan Tianyu on the middle platform. At this time, he had already arrived on the arena. With him, there were also a powerful man with a number of auras reaching the peak of the eighth level.

"Hmph." Duan Tianyu snorted coldly. Although his aura could not be comparable to Feng Zhenxin and the other two, he had a sense of kingly spirit. Under this will of kingly spirit, the auras of Feng Zhenxin and Song Ming were instantly restrained.

"In the ring, you are already conceited by your life and death, let alone when Song Ling wanted to kill Feng Ao, did you remember what you said?" Duan Tianyu stared at Song Ming, but seemed to be condescending.

Song Ming's expression suddenly looked extremely ugly.

Song Ling wanted to kill Feng Ao before, but was stopped by Feng Yan. Feng Zhenxin also asked him, and his answer was to be self-conceited and weak, no one could blame him.

The person who died now belongs to the Song family or his son!

"Third Prince, that's my only son!" Song Ming held his hands tightly and pressed the anger in his heart, but his eyes were staring at Duan Tianyu. There was a faint coldness between his eyebrows.

"So what?" Duan Tianyu glanced at Song Ming. The indifference in his eyes made Song Ming understand a truth in an instant.

I'm afraid Duan Tianyu is already completely standing on the Feng family.

"In the ring, you are self-conceited. If you die, you can only blame him for his weak strength!" Duan Tianyu shouted in a deep voice.

Song Ming's anger gradually suppressed, and he glanced at Song Ling's corpse still lying on the ground. The pain in his heart made him clench his fists fiercely and his nails pierced directly into the flesh.

Song Ming, who only has one son, did not want to die in the battle between this genius disciple.

After a while, Song Ming took a deep breath and bowed slightly to Duan Tianyu, "Third Highness, today's affairs are indeed the reason for my Song family, and they have nothing to do with Yanfeng. The position of the city lord is still under the Feng family!"

Song Ming said word by word, but everyone could clearly see the hatred in Song Ming's eyes that penetrated into the bone marrow and soul.

After Song Ming finished speaking, he did not wait for everyone to react, so he picked up Song Ling's body on the ground and planned to leave.

But at this moment...

"Slow down." Feng Yan's hearty laughter came from behind Feng Zhenxin, causing everyone, including Song Ming, to turn their heads and look.

Feng Yan slowly walked up, glanced at Song Ling's body, then grinned, revealing a cold smile.

"Master Song, your son is too weak. I wonder how capable you are as his father and the head of the Song family?"

As soon as Feng Yan said, the surroundings were in silence.
Chapter completed!