Chapter 660 the death of Jiang Huan and the end of Mo Zhen

"Boom!"

Roar and rumble, can't stop for a long time!

Taking Shifeng as the center, countless cracks on the square ground tear open and spread everywhere. With that loud noise, Shifeng suddenly collapses!

This is even more astonishing than Jiheng's attack just now.

Some of the old bandits who have lived in Ilan mountain for a long time look at the scene in front of them. They look at the Zhongyi Hall tower, which originally represents the supremacy of Qingbang. At this time, it has been pressed underground by the stone peak and has become a dilapidated ruins. Only the rubble ruins are enough to build a mountain package.

All people's hearts are turned upside down in an instant, indescribable and unintelligible!

It seems that they don't think they can have a sense of belonging. For the first time in their lives, they have a feeling for Qingbang, a feeling that they are reluctant to give up after Zhongyi tangge tower disappears.

Empty chatter.

Hong Zhenyi was forbidden by Liu Qingcong's poison successively. It was difficult to mobilize her vitality. She went through another war. At this time, she was exhausted and fell to the ground just a few steps after rushing up.

The poor little face was covered with dust and mud, and he was holding two huge blades in his hand.

But when she learned that Jiang Huan had not come out, she could not control so much. She wanted to rush back to the ruins of the stone peak at the first time.

At this time, a huge flying stone hit, if the little girl does not dodge, she will be hit!

Seeing that the flying stone is getting closer and closer, suddenly a figure appears behind Hong Zhenyi. Aiming at the huge stone, it's a thundering fist. Without vitality, it's a light straight fist. On the spot, it bombards the huge stone into countless fine stones, and then scattered on the ground.

Hongfeng, with a tiger armor and a tiger helmet on his head, gently picked up his daughter and said in a deep voice.

"Zhenyi, it's useless. He can't come out!"

Hearing this, Hong Zhenyi suddenly burst into tears. Her small pink face, round and full of tears, looked at Hong Feng and cried.

"Dad, he must not be dead. Shall we go and save him?"

How many years, in addition to that little servant girl, Hong Feng has never seen his daughter become so sad!

He patted his daughter on the back, and Hong Feng sighed.

"What a pity!"

……

I don't know for a long time, the stone peak that originally stood in the clouds has turned into nothingness. Only the rubble pile in front of everyone shows how huge the stone peak was at that time.

Feng Sihai, Shun Dongping, Chen long and Fang Hua are all stupid. They are not lucky for the rest of their lives, nor have they solved the surprise of Qingbang's heartache for the imperial court. There is only endless fear.

Here, Fanghua, a slightly larger body, has been invaded by cold sweat.

What does Jiang Huan's death represent? That's the anger of Jiang Zhenfeng, the leader of the five killing gods!

And now Jiang Huan is different from the mediocre talent in the past. Now Jiang Huan has the ability to kill a Wuzong! What kind of talent is it? Ask yourself. When they were seventeen or eighteen years old, they could not even defeat the martial arts master.

Feng Sihai had already imagined the response of Marshal Jiang Zhenfeng when the news of Jiang Huan's death was sent back to the capital.

Want to take another step up? If you don't kill yourself then it will be settled!

……

On the other side, the stone peak toppled, the Pavilion tower collapsed, and there was no way to go before Mo Zhen and no way back.

Suddenly, she became helpless. At this time, she could only smile miserably. Then she closed her eyes and let the pagoda fall and bury her here.