"Yu Feihong! You don't have to pretend in front of me. You should be behind everything Yu Huacan and others do!"
Mu Feng's eyes were calm, and he looked directly at Yu Feihong and continued: "The registration ceremony is just a situation you set up for me! It's a pity that you underestimate me too much!"
Yu Feihong looked around and found that there was no figure of Mr. Yin, and said coldly: "Where is Mr. Yin?"
He specially sent Mr. Yin to Yu Huacan just in case.
Yu Feihong once met Mu Feng and asked Mu Feng to show him the Chaoyang artistic conception he had just realized. He knew that Mu Feng had realized two artistic conceptions.
But at that time, Mu Feng was only at the sixth level of Life Sea, and his cultivation level was too low to be worthy of success at all.
In Yu Feihong's opinion, Yu Huacan should be able to handle Mu Feng without even needing Mr. Yin to come forward.
But he was totally wrong. Yu Huacan, who had the power to mobilize the palace at will, was dead, and his back-up man Yin Lao was not here either.
This gave Yu Feihong a vague feeling of something bad.
"died!"
Mu Feng said calmly.
Yu Feihong's pupils shrank, then he shook his head and sneered: "Dead?
Do you know how strong Mr. Yin is?
In the entire Lihuo Kingdom, except me and King Qinghong Martial, no one can kill him..." Before Yu Feihong finished speaking, he saw Mu Feng grab his right hand from the air, and countless raindrops turned into a big hand, and he grabbed it suddenly
He found the corpse of Mr. Yin near the ruins of the Grand Palace.
Bang! Mr. Yin's body was hit hard not far from Yu Feihong's feet. His eyes widened, and he died with no eyes open.
Yu Feihong clenched his fists loudly, and murderous intent shot out from the depths of his eyes like an abyss.
"Did you kill him?"
Yu Feihong's voice was extremely cold.
Mr. Yin, it was Yu Feihong who spent a lot of hard work to invite the martial arts master to take charge of the Lihuo Kingdom. He didn't know how much he paid for this.
But now, such a martial arts master is dead.
Yu Feihong's heart was bleeding! "I killed him!"
Mu Feng said calmly.
Boom! Yu Feihong was completely angry, his beard and hair erupted, and a terrifying momentum suddenly erupted. The ruins of the black iron palace and countless building fragments floated up involuntarily, surrounding Yu Feihong.
Qinghongwu King Jiang Ziyu also noticed something was wrong, and he didn't see Guangyuan Hua in the crowd either.
Logically speaking, Guangyuanhua attended the registration ceremony on his behalf in order to help King Lihuo capture Mu Feng and confirm Yuan Ruiguang's life and death.
Now, King Lihuo is dead, Mr. Yin is also dead, but Guangyuan Hua has not shown up yet, which makes his heart sink.
"Where are the Guangyuan people?"
Jiang Ziyu looked directly at Mu Feng and asked coldly.
"A loser who relied on drugs to rise to the rank of King of Martial Arts was also killed by me!"
With a calm look on his face, Mu Feng grabbed Guangyuanhua's body from the air with his right hand and threw it heavily at Jiang Ziyu's feet.
"We, the Qinghong Sect, have no enmity or enmity against you, but you actually killed my Qinghong Sect Leader. You, such a tyrannical person, really deserve to die!"
Qinghong Martial King Jiang Ziyu was also furious in his heart. He took a step forward, and his momentum was no less than that of Zhenguo Martial King, erupting violently.
I saw that with Jiang Ziyu as the center, the raindrops falling nearly a kilometer around stopped and became a strange vacuum zone.
The crowd watching from a distance was puzzled. Why did they think Mu Feng was deliberately angering the two great martial arts kings, Yu Feihong and Jiang Ziyu?
Is it possible that this kid really wants to die?
"Jiang Ziyu! Stop pretending! Your Qinghong Sect came here specially to attend the registration ceremony. Isn't it just for me?"
"I killed four of the five elders of your Qinghong Sect, Yuan Ruiguang also died in my hands, and I also killed Guangyuan Hua! Now, do you still think that your Qinghong Sect has no grievances against me?"
Mu Feng had a sneer on his face and was extremely disdainful of Jiang Ziyu's pretense.
Whether it is King Zhenguo Wu or King Qinghong Wu, they just want to be a bitch and want to build a memorial arch.
He obviously wanted to kill him Mu Feng, but he insisted on giving him a big label, and then killed him "justifiably".
Jiang Ziyu's face was gloomy, and he was filled with anger at being so frank with Mu Feng.
"Your Majesty King Wu of Zhenguo! This son despises the royal power, tramples on our Lihuo royal family, and even kills the king in public! Please ask King Wu of Zhenguo to kill these rebellious officials and traitors! To promote the prestige of our Lihuo royal family."
In the distance, an official from the Lihuo Royal Family knelt on the ground, kowtowed to Yu Feihong and shouted loudly.
"Please also ask King Wu of Zhenguo to take action to kill these thieves! Let me show off the power of the Lihuo Royal Family!"
"Please also ask King Wu of Zhenguo to take action to kill these thieves! Let me show off the power of the Lihuo Royal Family!"
"..." With this official as the starting point, all the other civil and military officials took off their official hats, grabbed the ground with their heads, and begged Yu Feihong to kill Mu Feng.
Soldiers, generals, officers, etc. all knelt on the ground and shouted loudly. The momentum could be described as mighty and the shouts shook the sky.
Mu Feng looked around at the people kneeling around him, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
These civil and military officials, soldiers and generals did not even dare to fart when he was killing King Lihuo.
Now when King Wu of Zhenguo appears, everyone stands up and speaks righteously. They are really a bunch of wallflowers who act according to the prevailing situation.
"King Wu of Zhenguo must be careful! This time he has four artistic conceptions, namely sword intention, rising sun, cloud and rain! He relied on the power of these four artistic conceptions to kill Mr. Yin!"
A middle-aged official in a red robe walked to the front, knelt down, and continued: "And he not only killed the king, Master Guang, and the others, he also killed Wu, the vice president of Lihuo Academy.
Good opportunity, as well as Marquis Wu Wen and Marquis Wu An! This is simply treason and deserves death..." Pfft! Before the official could finish speaking, a sword light fell from the sky and cut off his head in an instant.
This middle-aged official had sinister intentions, and it was clear that he wanted Latin Xingzuan's hatred, so that he could work with King Wu of Zhenguo to deal with him.
Sure enough, after learning that Mu Feng had killed Wu Liangji, Ding Xingduan's eyes suddenly darkened and his face became unsightly.
"Okay! Very good! When I killed King Li Fire just now, none of you dared to speak. Now that you think you have found a backer, you are all scrambling to be a 'loyal minister'?"
Murderous intent burst out from Mu Feng's body, and he looked around with sharp eyes. The faces of those who knelt down and begged Yu Feihong to be killed and Mu Feng to be killed changed greatly.
"Originally I didn't plan to kill them all! What a pity, you all want me dead, then you all have to die!"
The murderous intent in Mu Feng's eyes reached its peak. With a wave of his sleeves, billowing red and white evil energy burst out from his spatial ring.
In the red and white evil aura, one hundred and eight spiritual swords formed a sword formation and swept out violently.
"Chi Sha! I will kill everyone who kneels on the ground in the palace!"
Mu Fengsen ordered coldly.
Roar! Chibai's evil energy rose into the sky, turned into a giant python dozens of feet tall, and then began to rush into the palace crazily.
One hundred and eight spiritual swords, like Chi Sha's minions, ruthlessly harvested the lives of those kneeling on the ground...