Boil the heavens

Not your own?

Why do your own people still beat your own people! ?

The corners of his mouth twitched, his face was stiff, Yang Dingtian wanted to ask for clarification, at this moment, a large area of ​​magician palace disciples swarmed from behind, densely packed, at least 1000 people up.

"Yang Dingtian, today is the day when your Ming Cult will be destroyed!" The master of this generation of magician's palace held a pair of maces in his bare ears, with his red hair fluttering in the wind, looking at the corpses of the magician's palace disciples all over the ground, his eyes Anger was raging.

"Hey.... It's hard to say who is the day of destruction today!" Yang Dingtian sneered and looked at Yan Fei, "Master, disciples and grandchildren implore you to eradicate the fangs and claws of these Mongolian Tartars, Seek justice for me Chu people!"

The sudden turning point almost broke everyone's waists.

"If you ask for help, ask for help. If you don't have anything to do, just bring out righteousness." With a blank look at Yang Dingtian, Yan Fei casually knocked him on the head without any regard for his great leader's face.

"Professional habits! Professional habits!" Without any displeasure, Yang Dingtian laughed lowly.

The White-browed Eagle King, Yang Xiao and the others stared blankly at Yang Dingtian. Is this the majestic leader they are familiar with?

"Li Chier, I've heard about you, the son of Lille, the former Lord of the Magician's Palace." In the same place, Yan Fei looked at the disciples of the Magician's Palace who had killing intent but not killing intent, shook his head and said , "Compared to the past, today's Magician's Palace has declined a lot!"

Although in today's arena, the Magician Palace is still a giant, but compared to when it was able to siege Yan Fei back then...

By the way!

Sighing with emotion, the golden dragon reappeared all over Yan Fei's body.

"Lucky cover your ears!"

After exhorting Yang Dingtian and others, the dragon chant reappeared.

However, unlike the pure ultrasonic attack just now, Yan Fei was worried that Yang Dingtian and others were not strong enough to withstand it, so he changed Long Yin's attack method.

The eight notes of Tianlong, eight notes, and countless combinations, turned into countless sword qi overwhelming the sky, clearly pointing at the enemy!

ah~~~~

Originally, the sound of the dragon's chant had already shocked the minds and minds of most of the magician's palace disciples. Now that the dragon's chant has added sharpness, how can they have the mental strength to resist?

swoosh swish....

The sword energy pierced through the air!

Puff puff....

Blood mist burst!

"You can persist for so long in Tianlong Bayin, it seems that you have some skills, but...try this again!" Seeing Li Chier who was holding on to the sound wave of sword energy, Yan Fei waved his hand casually, Jinlong Shut up and fly towards him violently.

"break!"

His eyes were red, and Li Chier waved his maces to block the golden dragon, but...

In just a split second, the arms clinging to the double mace snapped, and the golden dragon pierced through his chest in an instant!

Transforming true energy into a dragon, this trick seems to be just the use of "Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon", but in fact, this trick contains all the essence of Yan Fei's lifelong learning.

The lung orifice natal sword qi turns into scales, fangs, and sharp claws, and the spleen orifice's thick earth qi provides a place for the bones, flesh and skin to take root for the scales of natal sword qi, and at the same time provides enough for the innate five elements that make up the golden dragon's internal organs. Protection, Changchun true energy runs through it, from beginning to end, infuse life vitality into this virtual dragon, the heart fire and kidney water turn into eyes, like the sun and the moon alternately, and most of Yan Fei's spiritual power is injected into it, maintaining all aspects of life. Balanced, controls run freely.

Gongfa zhenqi, this is only the basic constituent elements, the most basic cornerstone, and all kinds of materials for building a house. After all the materials are complete, unique design and perfect matching are needed to make the house beautiful, practical, and beautiful!

The formation of the golden dragon depends on the drive of countless martial arts. In "The Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon", the eighteen palms are fused into one, creating a complete shape for the golden dragon; Winding and flying as you wish; "Nine Yin God Claws" evolves into dragon claws, with open teeth and claws, with high spirits; "Iron Palm" is unparalleled, "Golden Bell" is unbreakable, golden muscles and bones, solidifying the golden dragon's body.....

Therefore,

Although this golden dragon does not have the sharpness of Yan Fei's swordsmanship, it combines attack, defense, body skills, persistence, and changeability. It is the essence of Yan Fei's martial arts!

Although it was one move, it was also countless!

How could Li Chier be able to resist such a move?

Passing through the chest, the golden dragon swept towards the surviving disciples of the magician's palace and started killing them!

In the blink of an eye, more than a thousand corpses were scattered across the field.

Everyone in Mingjiao was stunned, looking at the dead bodies around them, looking at Yan Fei, unable to recover for a long time.

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"Endless!"

The power of the golden dragon is far more than that, but they are not qualified to let Yan Fei display it to his heart's content.

He looked at the dead bodies all over the place, and then at the stunned Mingjiao people.

Yan Fei shook his head.

Sure enough, one generation is not as good as one generation, this world is in decline!

Although there are occasional master figures like Zhang Sanfeng who transcended the times, overall, today's arena is far worse than it was back then!

Back then, the armored warriors of the Magician Palace could kill five masters out of a hundred people. How could they be as fragile as these miscellaneous fishes now.

Just these miscellaneous fish, Wujue, Guo Jing, Yang Guo and others in the heyday of the year can beat them!

But look at these guys running around who have a famous name but are hunted down...

"I haven't seen you for 30 years, but Master's skills are even more astonishing!" Yang Dingtian sighed.

"More?" Yan Fei chuckled, where did he go?

Squinting honestly, everyone in the Mingjiao, especially the white-browed Eagle King who has the best relationship with the golden-haired lion king Xie Xun, no longer dared to blow up with Yan Fei, and honestly helped Xie Xun heal his wounds, and stopped looking at Yan Fei.

"Master, why did you kill brother Xie's master?" Xie Xun woke up, and Yang Dingtian, who understood the cause and effect, asked Yan Fei who was studying the spiritual seed.

"It's not for you, if he doesn't die, you will die, and you golden-haired boy, don't stare at the Taoist, if the Taoist doesn't kill this guy, he will kill your whole family and rape your wife in the future !" Glancing at Yang Dingtian and seeing Xie Xun's big eyes that were rounder than rhubarb, Yan Fei said flatly.

"Okay, you guys are busy with your work, I'm leaving too." After finishing speaking, he put away his spiritual seed and jumped on Rhubarb's back, Yan Fei was about to leave.

After eating the roasted whole lamb for half a month, he was a bit tired, and now he was going to change the taste.

Huashan is very good, with the air of the morning glow, the water without roots, the fragrance and elegance, very suitable for relieving tiredness.

Moreover, after all, it is the sect of his junior brother Hao Datong, although he is dead, but as an elder, Yan Fei thinks he should go and see it.

"Uh... Master, the spiritual seed..."

Pointing to the spiritual seed that Yan Fei put away, Yang Dingtian hesitated to speak.

"It's mine now."