This Earth Is A Bit Fearsome

"Not good!" These people were equally alert, but the speed of this big hand was extremely fast. Almost immediately, these people were already in their hands.

Suddenly, he had been caught dead, turned into a mist of blood, and was drained of blood.

Only Wang Changchun flew a little farther, and escaped the capture of this scarlet monster, but this big hand that popped up almost didn't scare him to death.

Yu Guang glanced down, a figure standing there.

But it is not who Feng Qingming was searching for that day.

Almost scared, at this time he knew how naive his original thought was, thinking that as long as he didn't take the shot, and just provided Feng Qingming's whereabouts, there should be no danger.

He is too confident with his strength.

I feel that Feng Qingming is just the same. Who knows, now that Feng Qingming has shot, he knows the gap between himself and the other party.

It is simply the difference between the sky and the earth. It is not at the same level.

Feng Qingming just looked at Wang Changchun indifferently, and grabbed it with another **** hand, and immediately covered the ground, like a net in the sky, and gave him the net in it, giving him no room to run.

"It's over, my life is gone!"

At this point, Wang Changchun finally came up with such a thought.

He even felt that the space around him was fixed and could not move at all.

Suddenly, at this time, a sword gas ripped open the void, and in a moment, it swept across that large gasification hand, and smashed it.

"Snoring, snoring, snoring!"

Wang Changchun kept panting, and it felt great to escape.

He never felt that it was such a good thing to be alive, it was like never before.

He looked calmly, but saw that it was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old man with a handsome face and a full-length white robe, as if Wuxian was born.

He suddenly remembered, who is this person, isn't it the recent rumbling that Lu Xuan, the holy tribe who claimed to have directly penetrated the blood gods altar?

No wonder you can save yourself from Feng Qingming's hands.

"I finally found you, Feng Qingming!"

Lu Xuan stood on his back and looked at Feng Qingming below.

Feng Qingming looked at Lu Xuan from above, with a bit of disgust and killing in his eyes, so that he could only treat others like this.

As the secret **** in the world, the supreme existence in the secret has always been the expression of condescension and indifference to others.

Now someone actually showed this expression to him!

"Are you the adult holy tribe?" Feng Qingming's feet seemed to be buoyant, rising straight into the air. "I don't like your eyes. I'll dig him out in a moment!"

"Why, are you jealous that I'm handsomer than you? On handsomeness, you are not as handsome as I am, but I can make you die in a while!" Lu Xuan said with a slight smile.

Hearing Lu Xuan's words, Feng Qingming only felt a pain in his knee, which was a hit with Dongfeng 41.

Now it seems that the gap between the two sides is a little bit bigger, because Lu Xuan looks like white immortal, but he looks slightly miserable and ragged.

Obviously, during this time, he hid in Tibet. Even if he avoided the pursuit of Junyuan Dao, he didn't have time to clean up his appearance. Now he was caught by Lu Xuan, and it was a shame.

"The teeth are sharp!"

Feng Qingming said coldly, but there was a bit of jealousy in how he looked at it, where it was so indifferent at the beginning and when he regarded everything as an ant.

"Wait until I break your bones and pull out your bone marrow. I don't know if you can laugh!"

Feng Qingming's look at Lu Xuan was a bit greedy, and apparently he had taken Lu Xuan as the meat on the cutting board.

An adult saint who has drained his vitality should be able to extend his life for many years.

"At that time, you will regret that you did not kneel to a living god!"

Feng Qingming said coldly.

"A living god? It's just a stinky mouse hiding in the dark sewers who dare not even reveal their faces!"

Lu Xuanyu laughed.

At the beginning, Feng Qingming was not strong enough. When those generations of saints were in office, Feng Qingming didn't dare to take any action at all. Lu Xuan didn't know if he had made a secret shot, but he must have failed.

"For 10,000 years, even a pig should be soaring. You have only cultivated to the top of the three flowers, and you still have a face claiming to be a **** in the world?" Lu Xuan's face was a little sarcastic.

Feng Qingming's face showed a bit of shame and anger, which really stamped his pain, but his path was broken, but he could not learn the method of Sanhua's reunification from the ancestor. , Has been delayed until now.

"Hahahahaha!"

Feng Qingming burst into a burst of laughter, wild and ruthless, and burst out of his own spirit for a while, not keeping everything in his eyes.

In the end it was a spy on the world for thousands of years.

Feng Qingming's head ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ three flowers emerged one by one.

The Flower of Essence, the Flower of Qi and Blood, the Flower of Yuanshen, and the Three Flowers gathered together, gathered on top of his head.

This is his seventh in the world. Even Xuan Yangzi condensed the flower of the Yuanshen, but it was just a flower, but Feng Qingming's head was a real three-flower gathering.

Lu Xuan narrowed his eyes. This was the first time he saw the top of the three flowers after he was reborn.

I'm afraid this is also the strongest person in the entire Shengyang continent.

The horror breath swept wildly like a tornado, and a loud noise broke out.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

A loud bang sounded like a flat thunder blast, and suddenly exploded.

The sky is moving!

Even disturbing the sky and the earth, you can see the vision of the sky and the earth a hundred miles away.

"what is that?"

Many people looked up and saw the vision of the sky above the sky, and their expressions suddenly changed.

"That's ... Sanhua Juding is Feng Qingming!"

At this moment, in the distance, Xuan Yangzi suddenly felt the breath of Sanhua Juding, and this breath made him feel very familiar, but who was not Feng Qingming.

Alongside him, there were a group of masters of Yuanyuandao. At the same time, their faces changed greatly. They felt a violent, uncontrollable terrorist force swept through the air.

Is that the true power of the three flowers? One can suppress the power of an era!

Without reaching the top of the three flowers, I am afraid that they will not even qualify for the first battle.

And even if the three flowers gather, the gap is too big.

The nightmare scenes before they were repelled by Feng Qingming on their own once again appeared.

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