The snow-white clothes were brushed by Qian Yang, and the man's back was still long and thin. His back was facing Chu Ran. Even so, Chu Ran still felt a biting cold feeling from the man's body.
"Yi...Yi Feng?"
Yifeng...is back?
The man pursed his thin lips lightly, his handsome face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, and his cold eyes were as cold as knives, falling on He Feixiang's body.
boom!
The man's palm exerted a slight force, and He Feixiang's body suddenly took a few steps back. His eyes were full of surprise, and he looked at the unparalleled handsome face in astonishment.
"Who are you?"
Is there anyone in this continent who can withstand his attack?
He Feixiang's face was very ugly, anger showed on his face, and he asked coldly.
"Chu Yifeng."
His voice was as cold as the wind, and his words were even more concise. It seemed that for these people, saying one more word was a waste.
"Chu Yifeng? Is he Chu Yifeng?"
Wen Wuwei was shocked. Their Huan Mansion was isolated from the world, so they had never seen Chu Yifeng.
Now after hearing the words of Chu Ran and Chu Yifeng, I was shocked to realize that the man in front of me was the genius young master of the Holy Land?
It's just that his current strength... is perhaps a bit too strong?
"I don't care who you are, everyone who comes here today must die!" He Feixiang's eyes were filled with anger and he attacked Chu Yifeng again.
His figure was like lightning, and he quickly arrived in front of Chu Yifeng, and his palm fell suddenly. However, before his hand touched Chu Yifeng, he was firmly grasped by him at the wrist.
"I don't care who you are, anyone who violates the Holy Land will die!"
Every time Chu Yifeng's voice fell, He Feixiang felt an overwhelming feeling in his chest, as if blood was about to flow out.
Chu Yifeng has returned to his calm and calm appearance, but his black eyes still have a cold light like a knife, and the strength in his hands increases suddenly.
With a snap, He Feixiang clearly heard the sound of bones snapping...
Xiaomi glanced at Chu Yifeng and her eyes flickered a few times: "Young Master, these bastards came here to snatch the miracle from my master. They want to harm my master."
boom!
Momentum surged out from Chu Yifeng's side, and the strong wind invaded his whole body, adding a bit of chill to his breath.
"You came here because of Yan'er?"
There was fear in He Feixiang's eyes, because he clearly felt that this man's strength was at least at the high level of a middle god...
"Tell me, is it because of Yan'er?" Chu Yifeng's eyes were cold, his tone was solemn, and he scolded coldly.
He Feixiang gritted his teeth tightly: "Yes, I came here for the miracle, but so what? Miracles should not belong to this continent in the first place."
Xiaomi shook her head: "Did you hear that? He came here just for the miracle. Now the miracle has belonged to my master. His behavior is nothing more than trying to steal something from the master."
When the reinforcements came, Xiaomi was no longer as scared as before. He twisted his huge body and looked at He Feixiang with contempt.
"court death!"
Chu Yifeng punched He Feixiang and sent He Feixiang's body flying away.
Those god-level experts in the spiritual realm wanted to take action, but Xiaomi twisted her body and blocked everyone in front of them with her huge body.
At the same time, Qing Yi and others also took action...
Without He Feixiang's help, in fact, these gods were not much stronger than the previous wave of people.