Chapter 1200

With the announcement of Zifeng's fate, the whole space seemed to be imprisoned.

Hua Zheng's sword stopped in mid air. There's nothing he can do. It's hard to get into a minute.

There was a full three breath time. When the little gull steadily fell into Zifeng's arms, the sword shadow chopped down again!

"Well come!" After seeing the appearance of Zifeng, Liang Youguang and his group disappeared into the space one after another and moved away in a murderous twinkling.

Xiaoou has been sobbing. She has finally had the opportunity to vent her grievances and sorrows in front of Zifeng for several days... She is just a little girl. She has lived a carefree life since childhood. How has she ever experienced the great changes in front of her!

"Xiaohu, Xiaoxue... They, they are all dead, sobbing..." tears turned into long needles and stabbed Zifeng's heart.

The lips trembled, and the sea became chaotic. Bursts of suffocating pain collided with the heart socket. The teeth were crushed. Zifeng was full of blood. He held back the tears in his eyes, lowered his voice and trembled, "little gull, will you close your eyes?"

As soon as the spirit vomited, the little gull then lay in Zifeng's arms and fell asleep... Here, Xu Bozhuan and others were less than ten feet away from the ion wind. With a flash of the spirit virtual chain, the little gull disappeared.

A heavy hammer broke through the air, and Xu Bozhuan took the lead. A hammer directly hit Zifeng's chest... Zifeng was hit thousands of feet with a low dull sound. He spit out a mouthful of sweet blood and wiped away the residual blood on the corner of his mouth. Zifeng stood up again.

"Take your life!" Liang Youguang roared, and a sharp sword came through the air!

"Puff times" was another sound of entering the meat. The sword was impartial and stabbed in Zifeng's abdomen. The bright red blood soon dyed the green shirt red... "I told you to hide!" Weng Xun tore the space from the sky above his head and hit Zifeng with a stick!

"Hide!" Xiaoguang roared in the sea. Is he the only one who is sad about the experience of the small fishing village! Xiaoguang and Xiaolan are crying now!

But sorrow is sorrow, but the Revenge of the small fishing village can't be ignored. The Revenge of the small fishing village will be sacrificed with the blood of these bastards, "Wu Zifeng, are you dead! Cheer me up! Kill them! " Roaring, Xiaoguang clenched his fists and trembled with hate!

Seeing that the stick was about to hit the head of Zifeng, he roared, the small bare hands rolled, the complicated hands fell, and knew the empty sword in the sea. There was a clear bird song. He broke through the sea and rushed away angrily... "Qiang" in the sound of gold and iron, the long stick deviated, and then hit Zifeng's left shoulder... "Rub..." he stepped back a hundred steps before he stabilized himself.

When Zifeng's station was set, people were already surrounded in all directions. At this moment, Zifeng couldn't fly!

"Hahaha... Hahaha..." Zifeng, who was deeply surrounded, suddenly laughed wildly. His voice was like the long wind at the end of autumn, blowing down the glory of the whole mountain forest and the yellow leaves on the ground!

However, in this laughter, ye Waner cried.

Resist those three blows with his body. Zifeng hates himself! Why do you hate him for causing immediate trouble, why is it so useless to hate him, and why does it destroy the small fishing village!

He hates, but he has nowhere to vent!

"Roar!" The calm sea below suddenly surged... The pupils suddenly turned gray white, and a breath of silence surged out. Even the sun above the head seemed to be covered by an invisible thin shirt.

Insulation gas, this time, opened its terrible fangs in the endless sea!

"Die!" Liang Youguang rushed from the rear, and the long sword in his hand lit up from the handle to the tip... The long sword that was originally clear in his sight suddenly became erratic and blurred.

This sword is called "Wuding sword". There is nothing in the world that can't be cut off!

People around who know the power of this sword are all on one side. Liang Youguang presses the array!

A strange scene appeared. When the long sword approached Zifeng's arm, when it touched the gray fog on Zifeng, it became a hundred times slower and more than a thousand times slower!

"Ah!" Liang Youguang madly urged the power of the sea in Dantian. His eyes were wide open and almost wanted to burst!

However, at this moment, Zifeng raised his head and focused his eyes. Liang Youguang only felt a blank in his mind. When he turned back, his shoulder and * were caught by Zifeng's hands, and then raised up... The "indefinite sword" fell into the endless sea while waving, waiting for its next destined person to go.

Because Zifeng's face was cold, in a roar, his two arms tore vigorously towards both sides. A generation of wuzun, Liang Youguang, had no power to fight back, and the whole person was torn in half from his waist.

Intestines, blood, viscera, "clattering" fell downward... "Vomit..." on Xingguang Island, people who saw this scene all vomited and turned pale.

Weng Xun's long stick had been hit out. When the long stick met the fog, the same scene appeared again!

After losing the long staff in his hand, he dodged and was about to escape. He didn't think that the void suddenly rippled. He just felt a cold wind sliding through his neck. He was puzzled. His right hand touched his neck, but the top was empty and his head had disappeared... Xu Bozhuan stared at the scene in front of him and screamed, "run!" Just tear open the space behind you, you will escape, and you will close the space crack!

He didn't want a gray and haggard arm to directly reach into the crack and pull his right arm. In a critical moment, Xu Bo didn't think about it. He cut off the whole right arm with a sword and escaped the robbery.

The anger on the faces of the surrounding people has been shrouded in deep fear at the moment, and they are fleeing in all directions!

Hua Zheng's face changed greatly. I'm afraid he wouldn't dream of what he had done. He roared, "go!" He turned around and swept away towards the front island... But just in front of him, when everyone felt confident and chose their escape direction and route, a white fog suddenly gushed out of Zifeng's body, and then the space ten feet around stagnated, except for the green shirt!

There were no skills, no moves, only the most primitive fighting... After the three breath time passed, tens of thousands of practitioners on Xingguang Island fell to the ground and dared to stand up.

The ink on the bottom, after hitting the Shaliuhe aside with a knife, suddenly jumped up and shot away in the distance and ran away... If you knew so, why did you have to start?