Chapter 412

When Lu Xu talks nonsense, doesn't Zifeng want to beat him up?

But even if it's a fight, even if it's stepping on it, what can Zifeng do once Lu Xu doesn't have the strength to fight back and asks for mercy? In public, if you can't vent your anger, can you continue to beat Lu Xu!

After some calm thinking, Zifeng gathered his eyes in Lu Xu's hands. If he destroyed the inseparable folding fan, it's needless to say. It will certainly make Lu Xusheng better than dead!

All the people present could clearly hear the cry of the spirit of Yan chiliu gold fan, including Lu Xu's plea for mercy

Zhang Feng, sitting in the first seat, frowned slightly. Although Lu Xu was rude, Zifeng's move was a little too cruel, "Wanzhou, look"

Leng hum, "I don't know what's good or bad. Take that fan and show off everywhere. Now I meet the Lord and start begging for mercy. I want to take care of you. I don't care." Wan Zhou didn't look at it either. He turned his head to one side.

In fact, Wan Zhou said that the Yan Chi Liu gold fan is not an ordinary product. If it is destroyed in this way, it will be destroyed

"Hum, I'm so tired of the noise. I told him to shut up so that he could clean his ears." With that, Wan Zhou stood up and looked into the field.

At this moment, the sound of Pu Ci's tearing made Lu xuru, who was begging, get an electric shock and freeze there. Later, the Dantian was eaten back, and the yuan force all over him rolled back in an instant. A mouthful of blood spit out, and his body shook and fell directly from the air.

"Stop!" The sound of Wanzhou's drinking came just right. The damage rather than destruction of Yanchi Liujin fan was enough to teach Lu Xu a lesson, and Zifeng also got angry appropriately.

Smell speech, although there is unwilling, Zifeng still loosened his clenched hand.

At the moment when his hands were separated, Yan chiliu's gold fan, like an amnesty, shrank into the previous shape and fell to the ground.

However, Zifeng obviously didn't want to let Lu Xu go. Step by step, he walked towards Lu Xu who was crawling on the ground. The towering murderous spirit swept through and only made Lu Xu pale.

"What are you doing? I, I, I have given up! " Terrified, where is there any style of being a strong man? Now Yan chiliu's gold fan has been damaged, and Lu Xu is out of his mind. For a moment, after breaking away from the fan, Lu Xu was so weak.

Wanzhou originally wanted to stop Zifeng, but after seeing Lu Xu's touch like this, she hated iron but not steel! He has said more than once that weapons are only foreign objects for martial artists, and the repair of weapons is not a long-term plan after all. Once they slip or are suppressed, they will be doomed.

But self-cultivation is different. Body and skin are part of you. Under no circumstances will there be a situation of inconsistent ideas. But Lu Xu, a bastard, deviated from his teachings!

With Zifeng's footsteps, the sound of breathing on the stand also hurried up. 'Bang' stepped on Lu Xu with one foot. Zifeng looked down and just called Lu Xu noisy, "what I want to tell you is that gorgeous is a person, not something you can exchange with just one game. You bastard, dare to approach her half a step in the future, and I'll kill you!" This is also Zifeng's first foul language since he entered Haoran college!

When the word "kill" came out of the tuyere, the sky and the earth were dark and everything trembled.

At this moment, how many times he fell into the pool of blood in the dragon's abyss, and was covered with the idea of killing;

At this moment, Zifeng is no longer an ordinary student, but an executioner with thousands of spirit beasts on his hands;

At this moment, the young boy who had to endure humiliation and wait for time to retaliate will never return.

At this moment, he is himself, Wu Zifeng!

"Get out!" With a strong kick, Lu Xu, who was trembling, was kicked out of the game, rolled to the ground, hurriedly got up and hid behind the crowd!

Turning back, Zifeng looked at Lin xuanke, who was not far away. His eyes were full of apologies. There was a language called silence. At this time, it flowed in their eyes

Cang Yue's eyes were wide open and asked, "butcher, how can Zifeng's murderous spirit be so strong?"

The real murderous spirit made Wan Zhou's face twitch and roll down with a half sound and a sigh. In that murderous gas, Wan Zhou can imagine what Zifeng experienced in the year of disappearance. It was not endless killing, but could not accumulate that terrible murderous gas at all.

Shook his head, Wan Zhou pretended to be relaxed and shrugged, "hum, what would you do if your woman was insulted? You can stop until you kill that boy!" Wanzhou, who doesn't want to look rough and crazy, has a weak side.

However, during their conversation, a cry from the grandstand rolled in and enveloped the whole audience in an instant

As a martial artist, they understand how much strength it takes to destroy a spiritual instrument, and Wu Zifeng's bare hands and fists tear all understanding with the purest strength. What about the spirit weapon? One day, when the mountains fall and the earth fall, the weapon is just your bondage!

At the moment, Huoyan, Jing Ao, cold as snow, standing behind Zifeng, surrounded him. After seeing Zifeng's blow, who will laugh at Zifeng's boasting.

Zhao Wuji and Xiao Wuji in the crowd sighed. Don't want to be equal to each other in the past. In a short time, Zifeng threw them away. Even if the realm is higher than Zifeng, so what? If they fight, they know better than anyone that even if they work together, they will no longer be Zifeng's opponent.

Looking at Jing AO and others, the murderous spirit around Zifeng disappeared without a trace. Zifeng's eyes were full of complex colors in the sun and was about to speak.

But Jing Ao waved and interrupted, "I don't blame you. It has nothing to do with you! I only blame myself for liking someone I shouldn't like! Come on, let's fight heartily! "

Feeling the increasingly hot war spirit on the field, I just feel the blood boiling in my chest. As soon as he shook his hand, Huoyan threw away his coat. The bronze complexion, burly body, strong physique, swinging arms and green veins in the sun all make the atmosphere in the square more hot

On the other side of Huoyan, after Gulan's exit, Leng Ruxue still didn't mean to leave. The frost sword was light and exhaled like LAN, "Wu Zifeng, I hope you don't disappoint the three of us. Look at the move!" A fierce sense of war roared in.

"Have fun!"