Chapter 1015

Zheng Feiyue never expected that Lao Wang should have such a magnificent and tragic past.

Through the description of the evil god, a vivid image of being informal, energetic and bold jumped into my mind, which was completely different from the nagging little old man in Zheng Feiyue's impression.

But it was such a gorgeous figure who ended up in a full tragic end.

bright moon.

The name Zheng Feiyue naturally remembers that she is the master of cold Star Palace, the master of magic knife and the master of Hou xiaorou.

What is evil fate?

This is it.

It's all across the sea, and it can make you half angry.

"The moon hurt Lao Wang. It's not over! Sooner or later, I'll double what Lao Wang lost!" Zheng Feiyue said gnashing his teeth.

The evil god didn't react at all. He was still plain and said, "I just want you to know that it's not easy for me to be lonely and miserable in the second half of my life. I have a great responsibility, so it's not easy for me to refuse his request this time."

Zheng Feiyue: "it's none of Lao Wang's business. You'll do your best later. Life and death are your destiny. No one will blame anyone."

This sentence made the evil god have some emotional fluctuations: "in a way, your character is not easy to have great similarities with you. No wonder he likes you so much."

Zheng Feiyue raised the golden stick in his hand: "when do we have to chat like this? It's over early. I have to go back to mulberry ghost town to clean up the mess."

"You're right. Our gratitude and resentment have nothing to do with the difficulty, but I'll kill his most proud student after all, so I'll let you do three moves to make up for my guilt."

The evil god said something that surprised Zheng Feiyue.

The latter was stunned for several seconds before he said, "let me do three moves? Make up for your inner regret? Don't do this. I'm not rare. If you want to fight, fight quickly!"

The evil god shook his head: "making up for guilt is one of them. The other is to let you see the gap between us. Your so-called several ways of Qi cultivation is very frightening to outsiders, but it's just a show in my eyes."

"Who can't boast?" Zheng Feiyue sneered.

Evil god: "within the three moves, you can display your unique skills. If you can kill me or seriously hurt me, I have nothing to say. As you said, life and death have a life."

Zheng Feiyue didn't speak.

After a long silence, he gritted his teeth and said, "I admit that over the years, you have been a huge stone pressing on my chest. Many times I wake up in the middle of the night, I owe it to you. To tell the truth, no one has ever put so much pressure on me since my debut.

Many times I asked myself why I was afraid of a man without a mask. I also found the answer, because the longer people look up to you, the more afraid they feel.

I climbed the mountain today and said ten thousand things. In fact, there is nothing else, just because I don't believe in evil: the pressure is given to myself, and taking the first step is the most important, so I will go all out to knock you down from the altar.

I also hope you can respect me and go all out to fight with me, life! Death! Life! "

Zheng Feiyue said the last four words very formally.

The evil god, for the first time, officially started the challenger in front of him and said, "it's very interesting. You have a strong heart, and the external evaluation of you is not accurate."

Zheng Feiyue shook his head and rolled up the long stick in his hand: "move!"

The evil god made a move.

He raised his hand and stroked it with a gust of strong wind.

Zheng Feiyue drank low, and the Duxiu staff swept in front of him and scattered the strong wind. It was not as hard as expected, as if it was a tentative attack by an evil god.

Zheng Feiyue didn't think much. He stomped on the ground. His body was like a gun popping out of the chamber. He came to the evil god in an instant and hit a 300000 pound Duxiu stick heavily.

Bang!

The knot fell firmly on the evil god.

Unexpectedly, the evil god did not dodge or fight back, as if the weight of 300000 kg hit him was just drizzle. He said faintly: "the first move, there are two moves."

Zheng Feiyue's face flashed angry.

Sir!

With the words of the person who didn't understand in front of him, he said the previous words.

Zheng Feiyue has never served anyone in the area of pretending to force. Today, when he saw the evil god, he gained insight, and his anger was provoked: "pretending to be NIMA, die for me!"

Zheng Feiyue's eyebrows twinkled with magic patterns.

All the evil Qi poured into his body. He held up the long golden stick. All the essence and spirit condensed to the top at this moment and fell with the stick.

"Eight pole profound meaning, give up the word formula!"

The wind surged.

The evil God raised his eyebrows. He gave due respect to his best friend's unique skill: raised his palm and grabbed the stick.

you 're right.

He grabbed the stick with his hand.

The Jue of giving up words, which contains endless energy, was grasped by the evil god, and the violent energy exploded, but he didn't shake him a penny.

Boom!

The strength spread, and the earth cracked for hundreds of meters.

Zheng Feiyue's expression was slightly stiff.

The evil god was still calm and said, "the second move... The difficult formula of giving up words. You have mastered the essence. It's a pity that you haven't learned the next two moves, otherwise you can really hurt me."

"Creak ~"

Zheng Feiyue squeaked his teeth and said in a deep voice, "will you die if you don't pretend to force you?"

The evil god shook his head, loosened his palm, floated out a hundred meters away and said, "there's one last move. Use your strongest move. Maybe there's a chance."

Zheng Feiyue heard the speech and closed his eyes.

For one thing, he is waiting for the stalemate of giving up the word formula. For another, he is also brewing his strongest moves.

There is a sharp sword rising in the air.

The clouds shrouded on the top of the mountain surged uneasily under the gradually strong sword.

At the foot of the mountain.

Tens of thousands of people felt the cold sword again.

Rub, rub, rub.

Countless swords trembled, but this time it was more violent than the previous one, even to the level of rage.

Many people even had the illusion that "this sword is going to kill the Lord" and couldn't help clutching the handle of the sword.

Whoosh!

The next second, someone's sword broke free and flew to the sky.

"My sword!"

Whoosh!

More and more swords lost control, flew out of the palm of their master into the air, and disappeared above the clouds with a resolute attitude,

"What's going on?"

"Why is our sword out of control?"

"What is Lord Zheng doing? Are you fighting with evil gods?"

"Master Mo? Master Mo?"

Everyone is shouting for leader Mo again. They want to find out through his mirror.

But this time, leader Mo didn't move.

The peak of Tongtian peak is surrounded by a cloud array, which he has already known through the precious mirror. It is not difficult to drive the precious mirror to explore this array with his strength.

But the problem is, it's not someone else who arranges this array, it's an evil god.

Dare he break the array of evil gods?

The answer is, No.