God Level Demon

“Feng Zhe, you've gone a little too far. ”

Changxuan stood up and was very angry. He brought Xiaping and Liu Rulan to this place, but he made them suffer such things. He felt obligated to stop them from happening.

Boom!

Voice just fell, Feng Zhe instantly took the shot, like a wind, and hit Changxuan's abdomen with one punch.

“Ah!”

Changxuan had no idea that Feng Zhe would do it, so he was carelessly unprepared. As a result, the other party had no heart. He was suddenly beaten. Strong and horizontal forces erupted in his body, shouting a scream.

The next second, he was knocked down on the ground, his body bent like a cooked shrimp, every nerve in his body tingling and a little bit of blood seeping through his mouth.

“Bastard! ”

Wang Chen, Weiqi, and Jinze were all frightened and angry. They just wanted to do it, but they immediately stood around a dozen people, those people were on Feng Zhe's side, Tiger glanced at them and showed warning intentions.

In a moment, they won't dare, because if they do it here, they will be surrounded.

And this is a blood-spirited continent. If you die here, even the Gate can't find the murderer, and no one will avenge them at all.

After all, there are too many doomsday disciples who have died in the Blood Soul Continent, countless.

“What a noisy guy, trying to get a head start on the dispersion, and not see if he has the strength.” Feng Zhe scorned and smiled. "Without Lingyun's support, you are also a loser. ”

“Get out of here and piss me off. I'll kill you later. ”

Changxuan was half angry and blushed, but there was nothing he could do. Feng Zhe people were numerous and powerful. Even if he wanted to resist, there was no way.

He had to stare furiously at Feng Zhe.

“What are you looking at? Don't you dare look at it? I don't know what's alive! ”

Feng Zhe's eyes revealed a hint of cold. He suddenly lifted his foot and ran his magic, like a barbaric elephant on the ground, stepping towards Changxuan's body.

“Shit! ”

Wang Chen and others changed their faces so much that they could feel that Feng Zhe was really moving, with a killing intent. Once he was stepped on, even if he was immortal, he had to be seriously injured on the spot.

But now it's too late to stop them even if they want to go up there.

Changxuan's face was like ashes. He wanted to hide, but he was beaten powerless just now. In a short period of time, his body could not move. Even if he wanted to avoid it, it was impossible.

At this time, a figure passed like lightning, came to Feng Zhe, lifted his foot gently, collided with Feng Zhe's foot, and the two forces collided violently.

Boom!

Suddenly, there was a terrible wind, condensed into substance, like a wave, sweeping across all sides, causing a raging wind, and the sand rolled.

Everyone around them felt the horror of the wind, and seemed to have an unstable appearance.

“Wutai Dou! ”

Someone shouted, he saw the true face of this figure, it was the one who had just broken up Wutai Dou, chosen to fight at a critical moment, resisting Feng Zhe.

It was this foot that stopped Feng Zhe's movement, otherwise Changxuan would surely be seriously injured.

A lot of people were shocked, and they had no idea the kid would dare to stop them.

“Wutai Dou, what exactly are you trying to do and why are you stopping me? I'm just trying to get rid of him!” Feng Zhe's eyes revealed a hint of cold, staring at Xiaping and exhaling a terrible killing.

“It's impossible, he's my friend, you can't scrap him without me. ”

Xia Ping looked faintly at Feng Zhe.

“Interesting, then I'll scrap you first!” Feng Zheqiao had a drink.

Absenteeism - Soul Breaking Kick!

In an instant, Feng Zhe's right foot retracted and then fiercely proposed that his entire body of power converged on his right foot, and then burst out in an instant, creating a very horrible force.

Between the vagueness, the void around the void came the sound of a ghost crying wolf, and it seemed like countless powerful ghosts were growling.

This is one of the great classics of the homecoming king, kicking out one foot, with the unpredictable power of ghosts, even a mountain can stop the waist kicking.

It can be said that the power of this foot almost exhausts the power of Feng Zhe. It is not at all comparable with that foot just now. This is like the peak of the Italian environment, with a mountain fall.

“So strong! ”

Changxuan and others were shocked. Although Feng Zhe's attitude was arrogant, extremely arrogant and harsh, Feng Zhe's strength was undeniably more powerful among those who practiced in the wild.

Among the many practitioners of Ruyi, Feng Zhe's victory is one of the finest.

Nor did they have any confidence in defeating Feng Zhe.

“The boy is dead. He dared to stop Brother Feng. He is simply dead and alive.” Everyone around them was laughing and watching the show, and they all seemed to see what happened to this Wutai Dou.

The kid was probably just beaten to death, but whoever told him he couldn't do it would dare show up, it wasn't a suicide attempt or something.

In the face of such a horrible leg, Xia Ping remained motionless and stood still with such calm eyes.

Boom!

This foot kicked hard on Xiaping, and the power of the broken soul kick erupted completely.

What?!

Feng Zhe also wanted to show off his hubris, thinking that the bloody dispersion would be kicked to death by his own foot, but when this foot kicked on Xiaping, his face changed dramatically.

Because he felt a layer of air on the boy, and the strong and horizontal channels bombarded him, as if beating him on cotton, weakened by a layer.

At the end of the day, his energy became invisible, and the feeling was incredibly painful, as if doing anything on his own was useless and could not hurt the boy in any way.

“Shit! ”

Feng Zhe's face changed dramatically because he felt Xia Ping's fist move, then came first, like a whirlpool of force converged in the right fist, the air shook, seemed to have the power to shake the mountain.

Every cell in his body was trembling, the breath of death spread throughout his body, every nerve was stinging, and the perilous danger seemed to surround his body.

Boom!

The fist hit Feng Zhe's body. His air cover was like a piece of paper. It was instantly torn apart. The spiral fist penetrated his body and penetrated the five dirty bodies.

“Ah!”

Feng Zhe made a terrible scream, his body bent, and he was beaten out like a leather ball.

Boom, his entire body was punched into the earth, and instantly a deep pit several kilometres in diameter appeared in the earth.

All the tents around were powdered by powerful force.

Those who watched the show were scared to death and backed away from the aftermath of the punch.

A giant tree was uprooted by the wind, flown halfway into the sky, and stirred by the wind.

“Pfft!”

Feng Zhe's body fell into the deep pit and kept spitting blood, as if he didn't want money, his face was dead gray.