Chapter 950

"Who the hell are you?"

The Baizi painting was more and more confused by what Dongfang Yuqing said. A pair of eyes stared at Dongfang Yuqing and asked in a deep voice.

"Don't you really remember what you five immortals did in those years? An innocent man killed by you is so not worth remembering!" Dongfang Yuqing was angry.

Five immortals!

As soon as these words came out, the Baizi painting finally reflected who the young man in front of him was.

"Dongfang Yuqing... Unexpectedly, it's you!" Bai Zihua said unexpectedly.

He couldn't think of anything. The man who captured the power of the famine and then called Changliu to collect his debt was the son of the man... Who was accidentally killed by their five immortals in those years!

No wonder the first moment he saw this person, he subconsciously felt that this person was a little familiar.

"You want to avenge your father?"

Now that you have recognized Dongfang Yuqing's identity, how can Baizi painting not understand Dongfang Yuqing's purpose.

"Yes, I'm here today to take your dog's life to pay tribute to the spirit of my father in heaven!" Dongfang Yuqing growled in a low voice and looked very excited.

For so many years, he fantasized about this moment all the time.

Now this moment has finally come.

It's not in vain what he tried so hard to plan.

"Presumptuous! Dongfang Yuqing, this is the place I have always kept. How dare you be so presumptuous!" the Buddha Moyan pointed to Dongfang Yuqing and shouted angrily.

Dongfang Yuqing turned her head violently, and her eyes were like electricity, hitting the Buddha Moyan.

The person who made the status and strength of the Buddha Moyan couldn't help shivering. At that moment, he felt that he was stared at by the wild beasts, and the chrysanthemums couldn't help being tight.

Shua!

Suddenly, Dongfang Yuqing moved. At that moment, others directly turned into a streamer, like a tornado, sweeping towards the Buddha Moyan.

A huge and incomparable momentum suddenly hit the heart of the Buddha Moyan, making the Buddha Moyan feel breathless.

In the blink of an eye, the Buddha Moyan didn't even have time to respond. Dongfang Yuqing had appeared in front of him.

Waving his palm, he hit the Buddha severely.

In his haste, the Buddha Moyan had no time to make any other response, so he had to bite his teeth, slap him with the same palm and go away.

Boom!

At the next moment, the Buddha Moyan's body was like being hit by a high-speed train, and suddenly flew backward.

He slammed into a rockery and fell seven meat and eight vegetables. As soon as he fell to the ground, he couldn't help spitting out a big mouthful of blood.

One face to face!

Just one face-to-face, a master like Buddha Moyan was seriously injured by Dongfang Yuqing.

All the long stay disciples were stunned. They couldn't believe their eyes. That's the Buddha Moyan!

In addition to the leader's Baizi painting, who else is his opponent?

I didn't expect to be so vulnerable in front of Dongfang Yuqing!

Those who have gained the power of the famine are really terrible!

"Now I'm staying presumptuous for a long time. Can you stop it?" said Dongfang Yuqing with a sneer. His attitude was arrogant to the extreme.

"Dongfang Yuqing, we five immortals did make mistakes in those years. You have a grudge and want revenge. I don't blame you, but please don't involve other innocent people!"

The complexion of Baizi's painting was suddenly dignified to the extreme.

"Still pretending to be just now? You hypocrites who talk about benevolence, righteousness and morality are really disgusting!"

Dongfang Yuqing mercilessly scolded the Baizi painting. After scolding, he started directly and flew towards the Baizi painting.

A huge pressure swept the Baizi painting again.

Baizi painting can clearly and incomparably feel the incomparable great power erupted from Dongfang Yuqing. He didn't dare to despise it at all, and immediately mobilized all his immortal power.

"Eight wasteland sword!"

As soon as he came up, Baizi painting used one of his own cards to kill.

Clang clang clang clang clang!

The eight immortal swords that force people's mind suddenly condense in front of Baizi's painting. Each one is like a peerless divine weapon. It seems that even space is enough to tear apart.

The eight immortal swords were combined into one in the blink of an eye. The powerful sharp spirit even made the skin of everyone on the scene faint and painful.

It seems that the next moment, he will be cut in half by that sword!

That huge immortal sword, so indomitable, cleaved to the East Yuqing.

Dongfang Yuqing's face was cold. He didn't hide or flash. Instead, he took the initiative to rush towards the big sword.

Then he hit the immortal sword with a hard blow.

Boom!

At the next moment, Dongfang Yuqing's fist hit the immortal sword. The immortal sword broke into pieces and became invisible.

A huge and incomparable force immediately swept out in all directions, like a tornado crossing the border, blowing everyone back at the scene.

Some of the weak, injured and even blown away by students!

It can be seen how powerful the energy frenzy is.

Even Bai Zi painted himself, his body shook and took a step backward, and his face became very dignified.

At the moment, Dongfang Yuqing is so powerful that he can't resist it!

Whoosh!

The Baizi painting followed a flower in front of him, but he saw that Dongfang Yuqing had rushed to his face. He punched him flat and pounded him at himself.

Baizi painting could feel the unparalleled power contained in the fist of Dongfang Yuqing. His pupil shrank slightly and stabbed the other party with a fierce sword.

Boom!

Dongfang Yuqing's meteor like fist suddenly hit the fairy sword of Baizi painting, and Baizi painting immediately felt an irresistible attack.

The immortal sword in his hand was suddenly knocked out of his hand and flew away.

As for the Baizi painting himself, he was in a flash, and the man directly flew upside down. He wasted a lot of energy and barely fell to the ground.

Click, click!

However, the ground was crushed by the white painting.

"Son painting!"

Sheng Xiaomo exclaimed and hurriedly flew over to hold Baizi painting. His face was full of shock and worry.

Even the son painting is so vulnerable in this person's hand. Is the long-lasting disaster really coming?

"Baizi painting, come and die!" the cold hum of Dongfang Yuqing followed. He walked towards Baizi painting step by step.

The atmosphere at the scene was almost suppressed to the extreme.

Suppressed to the point that everyone on the scene was out of breath.