Chapter nine hundred and eighteen tearing the face
"If you can agree to this condition, we can let you leave the Ruan family." Ruan Xuanfeng slowly walked ten meters behind Zhuo Wen and said calmly, as if what he said was just a trivial matter.
Zhuo Wen's eyes turned cold. Ruan Xuanfeng was really self-righteous. He actually put forward such conditions and asked Zhuo Wen to tie his arms and go to the Shaoyan family in person to explain that the killing of Shao Yanpu had nothing to do with their Ruan family.
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"What does my killing of Shao Yanpu have to do with your Ruan family? And what qualifications do you have to let me tie my arms and go to the Shao Yan family? Who... are you?"
Slowly turning his head, Zhuo Wen's voice was cold and cold. Since Ruan Xuanfeng had broken up with him, Zhuo Wen had nothing to fear.
The reason why he didn't want to deal with the Ruan family before was because Ruan Lingyu was the daughter of the Ruan family, so Zhuo Wencai had not killed anyone in the Ruan family. Even Leng Ying, Zhuo Wen just slapped her twice.
But now, Ruan Xuanfeng actually plans to deal with Zhuo Wen and even plans to take Zhuo Wen's life, so why should Zhuo Wen be worried?
With that said, Zhuo Wen turned to look at Ruan Lingyu, who was imprisoned by Ruan Xuanfeng not far away, and said with a faint smile: "Miss Lingyu! Thank you very much for saving my life. I have repaid your kindness just now, so I am with you."
The relationship between the Ruan family has long been cleared."
"And now that your father and the Ruan family's Leng Feng old dog and others are so aggressive, I have no choice but to offend you!"
Ruan Lingyu could only stand motionless at the moment. When she heard Zhuo Wen's words, her beautiful eyes were full of apologies. She did not expect that Zhuo Wen would eventually fall out with their Ruan family.
However, Ruan Lingyu also knew that it was Ruan Xuanfeng and Leng Feng who had gone too far, and it was normal for Zhuo Wen to fall out.
"Huh? What did you just say about me?" Leng Feng's eyes narrowed, and veins popped out on his forehead. This damn boy in front of him actually called him an old dog in front of everyone. It was really hateful.
"You keep barking in my ears, am I wrong to call you an old dog?" Zhuo Wen retorted mockingly.
"Okay! It seems that you don't know how to write death. Now let me teach you."
Leng Feng roared angrily, and the powerful aura of the Eight-Run Emperor Realm surged out. Immediately, his right palm was filled with a ball of flames. He squeezed his right palm suddenly, and the ball of flames flew upwards, turning into
The huge and blazing sun floated quietly above his head.
"Nongyang Jue: The Red Sun and the Scorching Sun!"
As he spoke, Leng Feng stepped with the sole of his foot, and terrifying flames surged out from the scorching sun above his head, forming a powerful fire python.
Bah!
The fire python spit out flames, roared angrily, and flew out towards Zhuo Wen. In an instant, the surrounding temperature soared to an extremely terrifying level.
The killing intent in Zhuo Wen's eyes was as real as reality. If Leng Feng really wanted to die, then Zhuo Wen would no longer hold back.
Bah!
Thinking of this, Zhuo Wen inserted the blood gun upside down on the ground and stood quietly, staring at the flying fire python.
"What's going on with Zhuo Wen? Why did he put down his weapon instead? Is it because he knew he was no match for Elder Leng and was planning to give up?"
Zhuo Wen's strange behavior made many people around him look puzzled. Has Zhuo Wen really given up resistance?
"It seems that he thought there was no hope of defeating my father, so this little bastard gave up the resistance! But it's a pity that letting this little bastard die like this is really an advantage for him."
Leng Ying covered her cheek and naturally noticed the scene not far away, with a look of pleasure in her eyes. Zhuo Wen made her lose face. She naturally hated Zhuo Wen deeply and wished that Zhuo Wen died without a burial place.
However, when the fire python arrived a few meters in front of Zhuo Wen, an invisible force swept out from Zhuo Wen's eyebrows, as if forming an invisible barrier in front of him.
boom!
In front of this invisible barrier, the fire python froze up, was knocked dizzy, and kept shaking its triangular head.
"Huh? This is... spiritual power?" Ruan Xuanfeng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he recognized the source of the invisible power in front of Zhuo Wen at a glance.
"Psychic power? This little bastard is actually an arcanist?"
Ruan Xuanfeng's voice was not quiet, and everyone in the martial arts field could hear it. Leng Feng frowned slightly, and then his eyes became colder and he whispered: "So what about your mental power? You are only about twenty years old, and your mental power can
If you reach the third level, you are already considered a genius. There is no way you can become that powerful. Just die."
As he spoke, Leng Feng made a move with his right hand, and the scorching sun floating above his head was actually thrown out by him. The huge scorching sun seemed like a real scorching sun falling from the sky. The terrifying temperature spread, making the entire martial arts arena tremble.
Turning into a furnace, many warriors could not bear the scorching heat and retreated continuously, away from the center of the scorching sun.
"What a terrifying attack! The Red Sun of Nongyang Technique is Elder Leng's strongest attack, and Zhuo Wen is dead."
There were many children of the Ruan family in the martial arts field, and their eyes showed lingering fear. Leng Feng's Nong Yang Jue was like thunder in the Ruan family's ears, and it was extremely powerful.
"Do you really think my mental power is weak?"
The corners of Zhuo Wen's mouth raised, and all the spiritual power in Niwan Palace surged out, forming spiritual storms all around him. Being in the spiritual storm, Zhuo Wen's long hair was flying, and his robes were rustling, as if a god descended from the earth.
"What? Spiritual storm? This is a spiritual skill that can only be used by fifth-grade arcanists. How did this guy do it?" Ruan Xuanfeng's eyes bulged slightly and he couldn't help but exclaimed.
How is that possible? The young man in front of me is only about twenty years old. Has his mental power already reached the terrifying level of the fifth level? Are you kidding me?
Boom!
The huge scorching sun came in an instant, hitting the mental storm heavily, and only heard the muffled thunderous explosions resounding throughout the space. Countless explosions were like countless thunders falling from the nine heavens, resounding continuously.
And rise.
"Break it for me!"
Zhuo Wen slowly floated above the mental storm. With a flick of his right hand, the mental storms turned into streaks of cold light, blasting towards the scorching sun, like a meat grinder, swallowing up the huge scorching sun. Then everyone was shocked.
Suddenly, he discovered that the huge scorching sun was shattered into pieces and turned into countless light spots.
"Just broken like this?"
Before anyone could react, the scorching sun was broken like this. When did Leng Feng's Yang Yang Technique become so vulnerable?
After the shock, everyone came back to their senses. They knew that it was not that Leng Feng's Yang Yang Technique was vulnerable, but that the mental storm surrounding Zhuo Wen was too terrifying.
Poof!
As soon as the scorching sun was broken, Leng Feng suffered a backlash, spat out a mouthful of blood, and flew backwards. However, his heart was already shocked. His strongest move was actually broken like this, and he could not even sustain it for a quarter of an hour.
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Whoosh!
The moment Leng Feng flew out, Zhuo Wen stepped on the mouth of the storm with the soles of his feet, and then his whole body shot to the extreme and flew towards the Leng Feng.
"Zhuowen! Do you dare?"
Ruan Xuanfeng also noticed Zhuo Wen's behavior, shouted angrily, and rushed towards Zhuo Wen with surging energy. He knew that with Zhuo Wen and Leng Feng's feud, if Zhuo Wen really made a move, Leng Feng would probably
Fallen.
Leng Feng is the second master of the Ruan family, and a master of the Eight-wheel Emperor Realm. He is the mainstay of the Ruan family. If Leng Feng dies, the Ruan family may be severely damaged.
"Want to stop me? I'm afraid you can't do it yet."
Zhuo Wen snorted coldly, and with a thought, countless mental storms behind him blocked Ruan Xuanfeng, making the latter's body stagnant, as if he was in a quagmire. In just an instant, Zhuo Wen threw Ruan Xuanfeng away.
Whoosh!
In an instant, Zhuo Wen came to the sky above Leng Feng, swung the blood gun in his right hand, and hit his chest hard. Leng Feng felt the blood in his body boiling, spit out a mouthful of blood, and hit the ground hard, blasting out a huge
Deep pit.
Arriving at the deep pit, the blood gun in Zhuo Wen's right hand flashed with cold light, and with a squeaking sound, his two arms soared into the sky, bringing up bright pillars of blood that flowed out.
"Ah! Zhuo Wen, how dare you break my arms, you bastard..."
In the pit, Leng Feng howled miserably and scolded Zhuo Wen unscrupulously, but before he could finish his words, a foot stepped on his face, causing Leng Feng's face to sink into the ground, and he could only make a whining sound.
"Leng Feng! From the moment I, Zhuo Wen, entered your Ruan family, you acted like you were superior, and you even used your mind to check my whole body very rudely. You think you are a senior, you think you are stronger than me, and you think you are superior to me."
I am superior, so I feel that I, Zhuo Wen, can bully me at will."
"But I want to ask you a question now. You are now trampled under my feet and your arms are broken by me. Your previous self-righteousness is simply a joke. You are nothing in front of me."
After Zhuo Wen said something coldly, he raised the ball of his foot, and Leng Feng was directly lifted into the air by him. Then Zhuo Wen kicked Leng Feng's chest with his right foot.
Poof!
Leng Feng was kicked so hard that he spit out blood and flew into the air. Then he saw Zhuo Wen throw the blood gun with his right hand, and the blood shadow flashed across the air. The blood gun hit Leng Feng's left heart very accurately.
Under the penetrating power of the blood gun, Leng Feng was lifted up and shot towards the back, and was finally nailed to a mahogany pillar.
At this moment, Leng Feng stared at Zhuo Wen with his eyes widened, his eyes filled with deep regret. He really didn't expect that the young man in front of him would be so terrifying, and that he would be killed so easily.
All these things were not expected by Leng Feng. Now Leng Feng can only live with regrets and never rest in peace.
The entire martial arts arena became eerily silent. No one said a word. Their eyes were fixed on Leng Feng's body that was nailed to the pillar, their expressions frozen at the moment before.
"father!"
A shrill scream broke the silence of the martial arts arena, and Leng Ying was seen flying towards Leng Feng who was hanging on the pillar, crying shrilly, her voice filled with a strong sense of pathos.
Leng Ying did not expect that things had developed to this point, and now her mind was completely blank.