Duanmu Boyi finally couldn't help but wanted to kill Feng Hao. This ant-like figure actually tried to become famous in his name.

Then it’s no wonder he bullies the weak with force.

"Everyone is destined to die. It is heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather. If you can die at the hands of this immortal, you will be able to smile."

Duanmu Bo Yi said indifferently.

In his eyes, Feng Hao was no different from a dead person. He had met many such arrogant young people in his life, but most of them died young.

His spine was broken alive by him.

"Really?"

Feng Hao smiled and looked at Duanmu Boyi. In his eyes, Duanmu Boyi was the real dead man. He was just a loose immortal. A spit of spit can penetrate the opponent's eyebrows.

But Feng Hao currently has no plans to show his full strength. After all, his current identity is Cheng Hao, a descendant of the Cheng family.

“I don’t know what to say!”

Duanmu Boyi became angry, narrowed his eyes, and grabbed Feng Hao’s head with his dragon-capturing hand.

The strength of Sanxian cannot be overshadowed, but in an instant, a powerful aura spurted out. The ancient monks who were watching had a look of unbearability on their faces and couldn't help but narrow their eyes. stand up.

They had already anticipated the scene of Feng Hao being turned into a pulp.

　“Ah!”

However, the expected scene did not appear. Instead, I don’t know who screamed out in pain. Master Zhang of Wudang Mountain, Our Lady in the Clouds of Mount Tai, Tang Tang of Qingcheng Mountain The Venerable's eyes narrowed and his mind was slightly moved.

It was not Feng Hao who cried out in pain, but Sanxian Duanmu Boyi, who was holding his right hand and his face was twisted in pain.

His hands were still dripping with blood, and dense cold sweat oozed from his forehead. His expression was extremely frightened and angry.

It was Duanmu Yang’s five flying swords that were captured again. He didn’t expect that Feng Hao could play so smoothly and be able to hurt him.

According to normal logic, Feng Hao at least has the cultivation level to transcend the tribulation period. Otherwise, with five flying swords, he would not be able to get at him at all, and even the aura shield that protects the body cannot be cut. break.

But in fact, he was injured. Lin Yu relied on five flying swords to not only cut through the protective aura shield, but also almost pierced the palm of his hand.

　"..."

　"What happened? Is Cheng Hao dead?"

　"He is not dead, Duanmu Bo just now Yi seemed to cry out in pain... Look, he was injured, Tangtang Sanxian was actually injured."

　Wow!

The ancient monks opened their eyes one after another. Except for Cheng Cheng and the other three, the other ancient monks had a look of horror on their faces.

People with poor concentration swayed and did not believe what was happening in front of them.

Sanxian is almost the top monk in the Chinese cultivation world, second only to the powerful Mahayana stage masters who are about to ascend.

But in the Mahayana period...the entire ancient Chinese cultivator clan seems to have not appeared yet, so powerful loose immortals like Duanmu Boyi have absolute say in the world of cultivation.

But for such a powerful Sanxian monk, he was injured.

Being injured by a young man in his early twenties was simply a fantasy. Duanmu Boyi must have stabbed himself.

"Why were you injured? Why were you so careless? You saw it too. I didn't do anything and you fell down!"

Feng Hao looked confused. With a look of excitement, he walked towards Duanmu Boyi, whose face was flushed.

Everyone was breathing hard and their eyes were not closed, wanting to see clearly what would happen next.

What all the monks didn’t expect was that Feng Hao stretched out his hand to pull up Duanmu Boyi, who was squatting on the ground.

Duanmu Boyi's face turned the color of pig's liver. He couldn't help but look at Feng Hao suspiciously. How could such a young guy have a higher level of cultivation than him.

It must have been his carelessness just now, and Lin Yu had great experience in controlling flying swords, so he was injured.

Duanmu Boyi stretched out his hand, and just when his hand was about to touch Feng Hao's palm, a sharp light flashed deep in his eyes.

"Death!"

Duanmu Boyi raised his heart and tried to directly defeat Feng Hao's heart with powerful spiritual power.

However, the moment his hand touched Feng Hao's palm, another heartbreaking pain came from the palm of his hand for no reason.

"Ah~"

Duanmu Boyi screamed strangely again, his body twitched slightly, and then his palms were filled with scarlet blood dripping.

In an instant, Duanmu Boyi's face showed overwhelming anger, and when he looked at Feng Hao, he wanted to tear him into pieces.

Hiss!

The ancient monks who were watching couldn't help but gasped. This must not be a coincidence.

They saw with their own eyes that Duanmu Boyi touched Feng Hao's hand, and then he retreated as if he had been struck by lightning, with blood dripping from his palm.

　“YouWhat is this for? Is there a thorn in my hand? ”

Feng Hao looked at Duanmu Boyi with a smile but not a smile. With his cultivation level, he had too many ways to deal with Duanmu Boyi.

But he didn’t Planning to use thunderous means to deal with Duanmu Boyi, with appropriate torture, is also a good choice.

So Feng Hao stepped forward again and tried to pull Duanmu Boyi's injured hand, but Duanmu Boyi Yi Bian was shrewd. He knew that Feng Hao hid the five flying swords in his palms and took advantage of his lack of defense to hurt him.

Duanmu Boyi took a few steps back, rather fearfully. Looking at Feng Hao, he said solemnly: "The flying sword of my Duanmu family is extremely sharp, comparable to an immortal weapon. If you return it to me, I will leave you with a complete corpse..."

Feng Hao couldn't help but rolled his eyes at Duanmu Boyi and said: "You said you wanted to keep my whole body, do you think I will return your flying sword? How about this, you kneel down and kill yourself, and I leave your body intact? ”

Wow!

In an instant, an uproar echoed throughout the reception hall, and everyone stared at Feng Hao in shock.

"enough! You die for me! ”

Duanmu Boyi became angry with shame. After shouting, his spiritual power surged all over his body. In addition, under the influence of the ray of immortal energy that he had cultivated into a loose immortal after overcoming the tribulation, his whole body became like an immortal. Get up.

The injuries on his hands recovered, and the aura of Sanxian was perfectly released at this moment. In an instant, countless glassware in the hall exploded, and the glass shattered. Many geniuses of all races with low cultivation levels , both opened their mouths and spat out a mouthful of blood.

His face instantly turned pale.

“Old thief Duanmu, what are you going to do? ”

Whoa!

The three powerful men in the Tribulation Stage immediately stood up and held up the aura shield to protect everyone in the hall.

When the Sanxian is angry, if it is not suppressed, the violent energy fluctuations will make the entire Jinmao Tower collapse, and even the Oriental Pearl Tower will collapse.

Feng Hao looked calm and let Duanmu Boyi With eyes wide open and looking at him in disbelief, he walked up to Duanmu Boyi without any resistance.

Pointed out.

Boo!

Duanmu Boyi’s spiritual energy shield suddenly collapsed.

He was stunned.

At this moment, the stagnation of spiritual energy caused the hall to temporarily recover. Calm.

“How, how could it be? ”

Duanmu Boyi’s mind went blank. Who did this person come from? Why couldn’t his cultivation as a Sanxian be suppressed?Live him.

On the contrary, with one finger, he broke the heaven-defying method he was about to use...