The Legend of the Phoenix Emperor Chapter 49: Head hanging on the door
Tiangang Fiery Fist.
During the first trial, Feng Mian and Qin Fang faced off head-on.
In the scene at that time, Feng Mian, with his strength in the Creation Realm, was no match for Qin Fang in the True Sun Judging Realm.
In times of crisis, this move was unleashed by using the power of the soul to arouse the aura in the space of the Divine Pillar, causing the Phoenix mark to flash.
Thirty-six Heavenly Gangs, the mysterious arrangement of stars. Plus the power of the Phoenix Divine Vein.
Feng Mian used the powerful soul energy to cleverly integrate the two to create a new boxing technique.
And now facing Yan Song, who is actually in the middle to late stage of Juyang Realm, or even at the peak of strength. Feng Mian's realm has long been different. It is not impossible to be tough, but it is too time-consuming. One move of Tiangang Fiery Fist,
Determine the outcome.
The huge fist wrapped in flames struck towards Yan Song's face like a devastating blow.
Unexpectedly, the moves in his hands became chaotic and his aura became unstable.
His body quickly retreated and was completely suppressed by the fist shadow.
His face changed, and Feng Mian had already stepped forward, staring at him coldly.
Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, but Yan Song still smiled ferociously.
"Haha... Feng Mian boy, I admit that you are very evil. But even if you can suppress me, so what? Look back now, the situation has been doomed, you are too late..."
Yan Song had long known Feng Mian's abilities and his extremely fast growth rate. It was originally a two-pronged plan. If he could suppress Feng Mian, that would be great. Even if he couldn't suppress him, he would still have to support him.
Turning his head suddenly, Feng Mian's face turned completely gloomy.
"You are despicable!"
In the Qi Jin barrier, Dashan is still thinking of ways to break free. But this is the back mountain of Shengtian Academy, and a trap has been designed long ago. With Dashan's ability, it is impossible to break the formation in a short time.
"What the hell kind of crap is this! Does Shengtian Academy only use these despicable methods? Can't it be a fair fight?"
He swung the big sword in his hand, but every time his sword energy was assimilated by the energy barrier, it had no effect at all.
Feng Mian stared straight ahead. The ropes on Qianyun and Feng Yizhou were about to burn out. Once they fell, Feng Yizhou might be fine with the height of the tree, but Qianyun had no cultivation level.
At once…
At this time, Dashan suddenly stood still. He stood the sword in front of him, closed his eyes, and calmed down.
"I can't panic, I have to calm down. Think about the battle with Brother Feng Mian in the Sumeru space."
At the same time, figures came out from behind the big tree. They were Wang Yong and others.
A sinister smile brings success to the villain.
"What? Are you ready to give up? Aren't you very impressive before? Aren't you the first in history? Feng Mian, big guy, do it! Why not do it? It's hard to make a decision, right?"
A man next to Wang Yong then laughed and said: "Haha... yes! You should take action! Oh, Feng Mian, you don't have time. Once you choose to save any of them, you will definitely not be able to escape the methods of lecturer Yan Song."
"But if you continue to quarrel with Professor Yan Song, then you can't save any of these two people. How about it, it's painful, isn't it? You brought another person here, isn't it a burden? We are not in a hurry, you make your own choice
Bar!"
He folded his arms across his chest, as if watching a good show.
Suddenly, Dashan opened his eyes. There seemed to be a superhuman light flashing in his eyes.
Immediately afterwards, a hint of coercion from the ferocious beast filled the air. With layers of excitement, Wang Yong and others retreated.
He slowly raised the sword in his hand, and the spiritual power from his body was quickly poured into it.
The blade trembled violently, and layers of sword energy opened up. He held the handle of the knife tightly with both hands.
Seeing this, Feng Mian smiled, and the corners of his mouth widened wildly, which was very exaggerated.
"Yan Song, do you understand? Or you lost! Set up a trap? Framed? Do you still want to take us down with a few cowards alone? Your idea is still as stupid as before."
As soon as the words fell, layers of sword energy swayed in the space and immediately condensed on the blade.
Dashan's hair was flying, and he raised the sword above his head with both hands.
"Yu Ling Drawing Sword Style! Kill!"
Clang
A huge blade swept forward, and the energy barrier around it was broken as fragile as scraps of paper. Within a few breaths, it disappeared. This move showed its true power.
Not only that, the powerful aftermath of Yu Ling's sword-drawing gesture also lifted Wang Yong and others away at the same time, hitting the ground heavily. They vomited blood and looked at the mountain in disbelief.
But the shortcoming is that when the power of Yu Ling's sword-drawing gesture dissipated, Dashan staggered and half-knelt on the ground, unable to stand up at all: "Brother Feng Mian, I did it, but I am also sorry..."
The true power of the sword-drawing stance was exerted, draining away all his spiritual energy.
At this time, Feng Mian punched out with his left hand, knocking Yan Song away.
"Brother, you did a good job, leave the rest to me."
Suddenly, a well-dressed figure passed by Feng Mian.
He held the long sword and waved it gently, and the flames on the big tree were extinguished. In a flash, Qianyun fell into his arms: "Sister, I'm sorry, it was my elder brother who failed to protect you."
"Huang Haoyu!"
Turning around, Huang Haoyu made sure that Huang Qianyun was okay and placed her properly.
The sword blade waved again, and Feng Yizhou on the right also fell down. Unfortunately, he was not so lucky and fell directly to the ground. The pain was definitely there.
He looked at Feng Mian calmly, then glanced at Yan Song, Wang Yong and others aside.
"Feng Mian, why does the grudge between you involve my sister?"
With a twist of his wrist, his long sword actually turned into two handles. He opened his hands and stared at Feng Mian.
"Brother, please don't be impulsive, okay? It was this old man who asked people to arrest me. I'm afraid my father is still looking for me everywhere. It has nothing to do with Mr. Feng Mian at all. Everything is a trap designed by this old man."
silence.
Huang Haoyu still stared at Feng Mian.
"Even so, didn't he catch Qianyun because she was able to restrain you? In the end, it was you who caused my sister's trouble. But I don't plan to settle this account with you yet."
After a moment of silence, Huang Haoyu disappeared.
When he reappeared, his sword blade was already on Yan Song's neck.
"Lecturer Yan Song, I call you this just to give you face."
boom!
With one kick, Yan Song flew dozens of meters.
He followed him closely, with the sword still on his neck.
"Who do you think you are? For your personal grudges, you dare to involve my sister. You are just a mere lecturer in a small place like Yuncheng. Do you think you can be tyrannical in the imperial capital? Don't think before you do anything?"
Yan Song vomited blood and stared at Huang Haoyu with hatred: "You...you dare to attack me...you are from Shengtian Academy, aren't you afraid..."
"Haha... Who knows? Besides, isn't there already someone taking the blame?"
Feng Mian: "..."
"You can't touch anyone, but you have to touch my sister? I, Huang Haoyu, can let anything and anyone go. I have nothing to do with anyone's life and death, but only Huang Qianyun. If anyone dares to touch her, he will die!"
Staring at Huang Haoyu in horror, Yan Song finally felt what it felt like to be approaching real death.
"don't want…"
The sword light flashed across and the head fell to the ground.
He stood up, turned around gracefully, and glanced at Wang Yong and others.
"You saw that Feng Mian killed Professor Yan Song, right?"
Feng Mian: "..."
They were extremely frightened. Wang Yong and the others were very aware of Huang Haoyu's methods. They never showed mercy when killing people, and they never failed in their missions. To say the least, no matter how bad things were, they had the support of the City Lord's Mansion behind them.
"Yes, yes, we all saw it. Feng Mian killed him."
With a cold smile, Feng Mian disappeared.
When he reappeared, he was already in front of Wang Yong and others.
"Since you all have seen it, should I also symbolically kill people to silence them?"
The fists were clenched, the shadows of the fists were scattered, and everyone's brains were spitting out.
After a while, Feng Mian helped Feng Yizhou up.
"Brother, how are you? Are you still alive?"
Smiling faintly: "Young Master, I'm fine. I just didn't expect that coming to the imperial capital this time would bring you such a big trouble. Please forgive me, Young Master."
As soon as his right hand was released, Feng Yizhou fell to the ground. He grimaced in pain at the wound.
"Are you comfortable? If you are still so open-minded, I don't mind doing it again."
Feng Yizhou smiled bitterly: "Young Master, I don't dare anymore."
"I, Feng Mian, won't say anything disgusting. As I said before, you and I are not masters and servants, but brothers. Since we are brothers, don't do this to me in the future. Go back to me and tell me about the situation at home.
"
Unexpectedly, a long sword was pointed at Feng Mian's face, blocking their way.
"Feng Mian, their accounts have been settled. Should we settle your account?"
Huang Haoyu still didn't want to let Feng Mian go, and was still worried about involving Qianyun.
"Brother, I have already said that this matter has nothing to do with the young master, it is entirely done by that old man Yan Song. Let's go home quickly, father must be very worried about us."
Huang Haoyu didn't move, and Feng Mian didn't move either. The two were just in a stalemate.
"Young Master Huang, the city lord has been kind to me, so I don't want to be an enemy of you, and I don't want to have any misunderstandings between us. In fact, the city lord has told me everything about you. In fact, it's not like there is no blood poison in Southern Xinjiang.
Saved…”
His eyes changed, Huang Haoyu stepped forward and grabbed Feng Mian's collar: "What did you say!"
"You obviously care so much, but you pretend not to care. I really don't know what you are thinking. Don't worry, since I can say it, I can also do it. But now, I have another thing to do."
With that said, Feng Mian was about to leave. But Huang Haoyu still refused to let go.
"Brother, I believe Mr. Feng Mian. Since he has told us about the blood poison in Southern Xinjiang, he must have a way to solve it."
After glancing at Huang Qianyun, Huang Haoyu looked at Feng Mian: "Okay, I will believe you once. But I know that there is no such thing as pie in the sky, as long as you can do it for him... So what conditions do you want,
Just mention it!”
"Okay! You said this, so what we gentlemen say is hard to follow!"
One day later, several bloody human heads were hanging at the mountain gate of Shengtian College.
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