Chapter 2257

Ancient dragon!

Gu Kun burst into tears.

Bruce Lee is also hard to calm down, and his delicate body trembles.

For so many years, they have long been desperate. Who ever thought that he... Came back.

"Call the troops! This time, we will never die with the heaven of the world." Gu Kun said.

Bruce Lee nodded and turned away.

Flower house.

Hua was speechless and excited. With a big hand, "Hua family, send troops."

The flower rain smiled and wept, and began to rectify the flower family army.

House of hope.

"I hope the man my sister loves is back." Xi Er's beautiful eyes stared at the light curtain in front of me. To be exact, it was the figure, standing tall and motionless in the face of millions of heavenly soldiers and generals.

"Hall of hope, fully support the South Tianmen gate."

At this moment, there was a commotion in countless directions of the divine world.

The kingdom of gold, the kingdom of wind, the kingdom of earth, the kingdom of fire, the kingdom of water, and the kingdom of light.

The sword star, the Phoenix family, the underground dark forces, the fallen imperial dynasty, and all the old overlords in the celestial world can't sit still now.

For a time, the whole celestial world was surging.

For many new forces, I'm still confused. Isn't there someone coming?

How much energy can he stir the muddy water of the whole celestial world?

"Check, we must find out the origin of this man."

All parties sent out, some supporting Nantianmen, some echoing the current heaven, but most people noticed the change and wanted to know everything about this person.

……

The Heavenly Southern Gate.

Everyone, all eyes, all stared at the figure, and everyone had a strange feeling in their heart.

That figure put too much pressure on them and almost died.

He did nothing, just looked at everything calmly, but made people realize the meaning of death.

I'm afraid even the original gods of the old heaven may not be able to do this!

"Girl, dad is back. Let dad handle everything!" Qin Feng said softly, for fear that a loud voice would scare the people in his arms.

Qin Yiwang suddenly pushed away Qin Feng and stepped back. His big eyes were red. Tears flooded his face, but he turned his head and didn't want to look at Qin Feng again.

Qin Feng's heart tingled, but he still kept smiling.

How can he make up for it!

"Brother Feng!" a soft voice sounded.

Qin Feng raised his head and looked at Han Xier, who had already cried into tears. His heart was more painful and almost suffocated him.

For thousands of years, he didn't feel that way.

Even, he thought he had abandoned human nature and became indifferent.

At this moment, he was injured and his heart fluctuated violently.

But he can only face it with a smile to cover it up.

Blame yourself? Angry? Regret it? Is killing boiling?

It's too late.

"Xi'er... You've worked hard." all the words can only condense into a few words at this moment. You've worked hard.

What a pale greeting, what a scum person, can only use these words to perfunctory.

But Qin Feng, in addition to saying such a sentence, there is no easy polite greeting. What else can he say?

Because it's late.

Even, he did not dare to get close to the thin shadow, afraid that he had already lost his qualification.

Han Xier's tears stayed madly.

In a short sentence, you have worked hard. What kind of remorse, regret and regret did Han Xier hear.

They experienced everything, witnessed the rise and fall, glory and destruction of the old heaven, and waited in endless solitude.

It's pain, it's suffering.

But compared with him now, he is not so profound.

How much did he go through to survive and come back.

Seeing all this, what kind of pain should be in my heart.

The tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop.

Qin Feng has come back, but when he realizes that it's too late, who can understand his pain.

"Brother Feng, just come back." Han Xier cried softly.

Qin Feng walked over gently, stretched out his hand and wanted to hold Han Xier in his arms, but he didn't dare to do so.

Does he... Still deserve it?

"Xi'er, Xiaobai, leave it to me!" Qin Feng said softly.

The little white cat nodded, paused for a while, and said, "when you come back, there will be a chance. Boy, it depends on the situation!"

Normally, they must persuade Qin Feng to bear this tone and develop slowly.

But they know Qin Feng's ability and temperament. Therefore, Qin Feng should think about whether he can resist today's Tianting.

Qin Feng stepped forward, facing Mu Jindao and the God of death. In his calm eyes, thousands of years of hostility and murder slowly emerged.

Han Xi'er gently encircled Qin Yiwang's shoulder: "son, your father is back."

Qin Yi looked cold and snorted, "if he wants to die, no one will stop him."

Said, she also secretly looked at the back that seemed a little lonely.

Han Xier smiled. Qin Yiwang said so, which showed that she was still worried about her father.

"It's all right. Your father is back. No matter how difficult it is, he will stand in front of us and won't hurt you any more."

"But is it still time? Everyone is dead." Qin Yi shook his head, looked at roaring Tianfeng, looked at Nirvana cliff, and the blood fog is the blood of Nantian veterans.

Han Xier sighed deeply and didn't know what to say. Finally, he sighed softly: "girl, we have experienced all this and died without regret, but your father doesn't even have the opportunity to participate. He would rather die with us than miss the war."

"His pain is better than ours."

"In short, he's late." Qin Yiwang said stubbornly.

With Qin Feng's plain sight, Mu Jindao and Ji Mian were all very dignified, their bodies were tight, and their spiritual power surged up, looking at him like a great enemy.

"Who are you?" Mu Jindao asked, staring at Qin Feng.

Qin Feng ignored him, but looked at the sky and the earth.

For others, it was just a bloody sky, but for Qin Feng, it was the unyielding roar of a Nantianmen guard and the fighting and pride of a Tianjiang.

The beginning of blood and bone is a sad picture.

"Brothers, I'm late." Qin Feng sighed deeply.

"Who are you? It's our business in heaven. Please don't mind your own business." mujin said.

Although he didn't hear the conversation between Qin Feng and Qin Yiwang and Han Xier, he seemed to know who the man was.

Let his heart flash, but he didn't dare to admit it, so he asked questions like this, trying to suppress the fear in his heart.

"You are the Lord of the old heaven." she whispered and stared at him.

Qin Feng just looked at them calmly without any action, but made Mu Jindao and Guimian sweat all over their faces.

This silent oppression makes them have an impulse to escape.

But one of them is the first general of Tianting and the other is the God of death. They represent the facade of Tianting. How can they escape.

Looking at the old ghost behind Qin Feng, Mu Jindao shouted, "do it!"

The voice fell, and a figure behind him quickly stepped out, and then cut off with a silver knife.

The space is separated by this knife, and the way of heaven roars, as if it is responding.

Tianting World War II will make every effort to show its power.