With a smile on his face, Ye Feng looked at the young man in front of him and said calmly: "Huangquan Road, the Soul Seducer!"
Huangquan Road?
Soul seducer?
The young man considered himself to be quite knowledgeable, and all the forces in China, big and small, had heard about it, but he really had never heard of this Huangquan Road.
"No matter who you are, I just want to know why you came here without knowing it?" the young man asked with a cold face.
"Kill you!" The smile on Ye Feng's face did not diminish, as if he was talking about an insignificant thing.
There was a fierce light in the young man's bright eyes, and he laughed angrily, "Kill me?"
"boom!!!"
The power of a volume of artistic conception is like the monstrous flood, covering the entire yard. A cliff can be vaguely seen, with brown cypress trees swaying in the strong wind.
Ye Feng raised his eyelids, feeling the terrifying power surging from all directions, "Eye of Data!"
Primates: Middle stage of Yangshen realm!
Combat power: 2450!
"The combat power of the mid-stage Yang Shen Realm is only 2450, which is not as good as Xiang Zhuang!" A sneer appeared at the corner of Ye Feng's mouth, and he suddenly took a lunge and disappeared from the spot.
The young man's pupils shrank suddenly. In his perception, Ye Feng seemed to have broken free from the constraints of his artistic conception and turned into a violent tornado, sweeping towards him.
"How brave!"
"Choke!"
The sword was unsheathed and turned into an afterimage.
"Feng Yan Territory!!!"
"boom!!!"
The young man held a sword in his right hand, with a look of confusion on his face. In his eyes, endless stars began to fall, with a strong momentum, as if the end of the world was coming. Indistinctly, ten huge stars could be seen, lined up, each
For a moment, a figure sat cross-legged above the stars, like the shadow of the Nine Nether Hell.
"Snapped!"
At the moment when the young man was shocked by Feng Yanyu, Ye Feng appeared next to him, his right hand like an eagle's claw, grabbing the young man's neck.
"roll!!!"
At the same time, the confusion in the young man's eyes was replaced by horror, and the billowing inner energy swept out like a substance, forming waves of ripples.
Unfortunately, the nails on Ye Feng's right hand glowed with black light, strange lines shone brightly, and the ripples of internal energy collapsed in an instant.
As Ye Feng upgrades to the third generation of zombies, the power of three destructions and three destructions becomes even more terrifying.
The young man's pupils shrank suddenly, and goosebumps stood up all over his body. The fatal sense of crisis forced him to retreat quickly. At the same time, the young man bit his steel teeth, and an even more terrifying internal force spurted out from his Tianling Cap, turning into a
The bright sword light struck Ye Feng fiercely.
"Chang!!!"
Without dodge or dodge, Ye Feng suddenly raised his right hand that grabbed the young man and grabbed the light of the sword that was slashing across him.
In the young man's horrified eyes, the sword light was like glass, cracking inch by inch.
"You are quite capable!"
Ye Feng looked at the cracked tiger's mouth with a cold smile on his face. With his current self-healing ability, this kind of injury can be recovered in an instant.
"call out!"
As soon as the figure moved, the young man disappeared from the spot.
"Who is he? Why is he so strong?" The young man's eyes were filled with anxiety. Ye Feng's power was beyond his imagination.
The young man is a direct descendant of Wudang Mountain and is considered a strong man in the Yangshen Realm. However, facing Ye Feng at this moment, he has no power to resist at all.
This is the horror of zombies. Every breakthrough will bring about earth-shaking changes.
"escape?"
Seeing the young man kicking the ground violently, turning into an afterimage and breaking through the ceiling, a sneer appeared at the corner of Ye Feng's mouth.
"Boohoo!"
The figure flickered and turned into a series of afterimages, chasing after the young man.
Fire Cloud Evil God yawned, glanced at the hole above his head, walked slowly towards the leather sofa, picked up the red wine on the table, and took a deep breath, "Garbage!"
"Bang!" Throwing away the red wine bottle, Huoyun Evil God's eyes rolled around and he walked towards the bookshelf with a smile.
At the same time, Ye Feng and the young man were like two arrows, flying towards the foot of Wansong Mountain. The terrifying momentum and strong wind attracted the attention of passers-by.
Feeling the approaching breath behind him, the young man's face was full of anxiety. He took out his mobile phone from the space ring and dialed a series of numbers.
"Qingshu, don't be too anxious about Wansong Villa, and be gentler..." Before the young man could speak, a serious and heartfelt persuasion sounded from the other side.
"Dad, I'm being hunted, come and save me!"
"What? Where are you? I'll be right over!"
"I'm running towards no man's land, come quickly!"
"Don't go to no man's land, go to the Money Gang immediately, someone will help you!"
"good!"
After hanging up the phone, the young man's figure turned around, and his internal energy surged, as if for free, covering a radius of several hundred meters, making him seem to teleport.
There was a look of surprise on Ye Feng's face, and he looked at the young man who suddenly shot in the direction of the Money Gang, "If I heard correctly, this guy's name is Qingshu? Song Qingshu?"
In the Money Gang, Shangguan Jinhong was sitting on a big tiger-skin chair, flipping through recent accounts.
"Boom boom boom boom boom!!!"
Suddenly, there was a sound like muffled thunder, from far to near, the entire Qiang Gang shook slightly, and even most of the glass shattered.
As soon as he raised his eyelids, Shangguan Jinhong rushed out.
Standing outside the hall, Shangguan Jinhong raised his head and looked at the figure roaring from a distance, carrying a terrifying aura. He couldn't help but raise his thick eyebrows and said in a loud voice, "Who are you? Why do you come to my money help?"
"I am Song Qingshu, save me!"
Song Qingshu's anxious roar echoed for miles around.
Song Qingshu?
Shangguan Jinhong's expression changed slightly, "Song Qingshu, the contemporary head of Wu Dynasty, Song Yuanqiao's son?"
Before Shangguan Jinhong could react, a terrifying aura rose from the Money Gang, and thirteen rays of cold light, like a peacock spreading its tail, affected Ye Feng behind Song Qingshu.
"Wudang Shadow Chasing Sword?" Shangguan Jinhong's face was extremely ugly, "I didn't expect that there would be a strong man from Wudang Mountain hiding in the Money Gang!"
Seeing the thirteen rays of cold light that suddenly rose up, Song Qingshu's face showed a trace of surprise. You must know that the Wudang Shadow Chasing Sword is one of the unique skills of Wudang Mountain and cannot be passed down unless he is directly descended from it.
Looking at the majestic sword light, which looked like thirteen galaxies, Song Qingshu seemed to have thought of something, and a look of excitement appeared on his face, "Seventh Uncle!"
"call out!"
As Song Qingshu's voice fell, a thin figure appeared beside him.
The visitor was wearing black short-sleeves, with an elegant smile, and eyes that seemed to be able to read people's hearts.
“Clang Clang Clang!!!”
A series of metal collisions sounded.
Ye Feng's loud voice sounded from within the layers of sword light.
"I never expected that Zhang Cuishan, one of the mighty Seven Heroes of Wudang, would actually be hiding in a small money gang!"
The person who can be called the Seventh Uncle by Song Qingshu is naturally Zhang Cuishan, one of the Seven Heroes of Wudang.
"Boom!!!"
At the same time as Ye Feng's voice sounded, the silver light in the sky exploded and turned into countless fragments, sweeping downward like a majestic heavy rain!