850. Chapter 850 Mother, can you sing Little Star 8
His palms were like knives, sweeping in quickly and violently like the clear wind, and a dark sharp light wrapped around his body, as if his body had been filled with a cruel soul.
Feng Qing raised his eyebrows, trying to see clearly who was controlling Zhuang Hao, but the person opposite seemed crazy and didn't give him a chance to think at all!
"Hahaha……"
The arrogant laughter spread throughout every corner of the secret cell, attracting countless side glances.
The secret guards swarmed in from the end of the corridor with great force.
In the blink of an eye, Zhuang Hao was trapped in the middle.
Feng Qingyang's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, and he said coldly: "Kill him!"
"Here!"
The serious answer was accompanied by waves of high-level spiritual power, causing huge waves in the dark prison.
Feng Qingyang stood coldly in the distance, looking at Zhuang Hao with red eyes.
Five years ago, Zhuang Hao was just a sixth-level water warrior, but now, every move he used was enough to destroy the secret guard he had trained for a long time.
He was trapped in the formation, but he showed no weakness at all.
At this moment, his spiritual power and combat effectiveness are beyond human realm!
Who secretly entered his secret cell?
Who secretly brainwashed Zhuang Hao and trained him to be so full of hatred and violence?
Feng Qingyang is not a kind person. Before being assimilated by Chen Xi, he was also a vicious person.
Killing Zhuang Hao was just a matter of raising his hand.
but now……
Because of his concern for Chen Xi, he gave Zhuang Hao a chance to transform. Now killing Zhuang Hao has become a difficult problem.
"Feng Qingyang, do you just raise such waste?"
Zhuang Hao's claws were like tigers, and he would tear one into pieces if he caught one.
The secret guards are brave and good at fighting, but even so, they can't change the passive situation of using eggs to hit rocks.
Feng Qingyang clenched his fists, understanding in his heart.
His secret guards were of little use against powerful enemies who transcended human realms.
However, he had to let the secret guards hold Zhuang Hao back so that he could have time to observe anything abnormal about Zhuang Hao.
Suddenly, sharp eyes focused on the back of Zhuang Hao's neck.
I saw, among the long flowing hair, a small red dot the size of a mung bean flickering on his Tianzhu point.
Like a fishing lantern that illuminates the dark night, every time its light flickers, Zhuang Hao kills someone with his palm.
Feng Qingyang’s eyes darkened!
His figure moved, and he met Zhuang Hao's killing move in the blink of an eye.
"Everyone, please stand down!" He coldly ordered the secret guard, raising his hands.
With one command and one action, the secret guards retreated quickly, blocking every exit of the secret prison.
The wind moved, and the tight air condensed in two strong spiritual powers.
Time seems to be frozen!
Those secret guards were motionless, like living ice sculptures.
The duel between masters often ends before the naked eye has time to see it.
Dark light and purple-red halo entwined, and suddenly a deep and painful cry echoed under the dim yellow oil lamp, and scarlet blood filled the tight air.
A pure white figure stood like a pine tree on the long road, and the hands behind her back were slowly held.
He looked coldly at Zhuang Hao, who was lying on the ground, dying, and the back of his neck was bleeding profusely.
A pink silk handkerchief slowly fell from the air and landed at Feng Qingyang's feet. In front of Zhuang Hao, in the corner of the silk handkerchief, there was a crooked word "xi" embroidered on it.
Only Shang Kexi, who was new to embroidery, could do such poor embroidery work!
Dark light shone in Feng Qingyang's eyes. He bent down and picked up the silk handkerchief.