"I never bully people, I just kill people!" The cold voice, like a cool breeze, made people feel cold to the bone.

Han Feng, who came to the formation, floated like a demon. In an instant, he had arrived in front of Liu Boyi. He ruthlessly waved the ancient sky hammer and chiseled it up, emitting an extremely terrifying crushing force, and the surrounding space was shattered.

"boom!"

The magic weapon attacked, and Liu Boyi was breathing a little while with his momentum. He didn't care much and spit out a golden shield from his mouth with dragon patterns carved on it, circulating with his spiritual light. It was obvious that it was not an ordinary soldier, but a weapon he used his soul to sacrifice. The shield protected Liu Boyi in front of him and resisted the bombardment of the ancient sky-floating hammer.

The two weapons collided with each other, and their power was terrifying, and the air waves were stirring up, forming a strong wind, which made the monks around them whistle and whistle.

Han Feng retreated ten feet away, but Liu Boyi's footsteps never moved!

"Oh, the disciples of the temple are just like this. Relying on the reputation of the temple, do you think that I, Qingyang Alliance, will be afraid of you?"

"Don't talk nonsense, all the real young monks in the temple have terrifying cultivation, but as for this person, they should be just a character who carries shoes for monks in the temple!"

"Hahahaha, I even suspect that he is not even qualified to carry shoes for others!" Seeing that Han Feng was regressing ten feet, Liu Boyi was still moving. He immediately became arrogant and sarcastic at Han Feng.

However, Liu Boyi himself couldn't laugh, his face looked unnatural. A stream of passionate blood in his throat was about to rush out, but at this moment, if he was forced to spit out blood by Han Feng, wouldn't he be in no way? So he forced himself to hold back the blood that was about to spit out from his throat and swallowed it forcibly, and his complexion became even more ugly.

The blood that a monk was shocked was all gone. Liu Boyi's behavior of forcing his waste blood to save face has intensified the damage to his body.

Although several monks from the Yin-Yang League were sarcastic, Han Feng's expression was extremely calm, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth. His eyes were very sharp, and he happened to find the small details of Liu Boyi's forced swallowing blood.

However, when Han Feng opened the attack formation and used the ancient mortal hammer, even the spiritual monks had to be forced to retreat. After Liu Boyi suffered a blow, he did not move at all and did not give in, which really surprised Han Feng a lot.

"Hmph." Han Feng shouted coldly, not talking nonsense with the Qingyang League monks. He stepped out and waved the ancient fan hammer and hit the golden shield again.

This time, he also activated the attack formation, and the force he used was even more terrifying. He hit the golden shield with a hammer, and then a loud "clang" sound echoed in the sky.

"Click."

The golden shield floating in front of Liu Boyi buzzed and vibrated, and a crisp sound appeared, and countless tiny cracks immediately appeared on it.

"Damn, the barbarians from there are so strong?" Liu Boyi was panicked. His golden dragon-patterned shield was a spiritual magic weapon, extremely hard and had never been destroyed in battle. Now, he had traces of shattering just after Han Feng's two hammers.

"What's the sound? Could it be that the boy's hammer was broken?"

"Hahaha, that's natural. Senior Brother Liu Boyi's golden dragon-patterned shield is extremely hard and even the holy weapon is difficult to smash. How could the broken copper and iron in that kid's hand be an opponent?" Several monks from Qingyang League began to praise Liu Boyi again. Liu Boyi is the grandson of Liu Gongping, the elder of Qingyang League, so he naturally has to flatter him!

Only the monk who reminded Liu Boyi not to cause trouble saw the clues and whispered: "It seems like the sound of the golden dragon-patterned shield breaking."

"Boy, you were so scared that you were silly. Brother Yi's golden dragon Wendun was passed down by elder Liu Gongping. How could it be bombarded... shattered..." A monk didn't agree with it at first, but he became less and less confident when he spoke later, and his eyes almost glared out.

"puff."

Liu Boyi suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and the golden dragon Wendun blocked him also turned into pieces, fell to the ground, and the sound of metal collision sounded.

"This... cannot be done?" Several Yin-Yang League monks guarding the Domain Sect swallowed nervously, revealing an incredible look.

The golden dragon-patterned shield was actually broken... The soul weapon was broken, and Liu Boyi's soul was also seriously injured. His face was very pale, and he fainted and fell to the ground.

"This kid actually dares to seriously hurt Senior Brother Liu Boyi. It seems that he doesn't want to survive." The Qingyang League monks were surprised. Unexpectedly, the young man was so direct that even the elite disciples of Qingyang League dared to seriously hurt him. Even if Liu Boyi can re-educate martial arts, he is afraid that he will not be able to restore his style at the peak of his life.

"Hmph, our temple monks have never been afraid of any forces in Zhongzhou. If you have any objections, come to the temple to find me." Han Feng once again falsely reported his identity and completely aroused the hatred between the temple and the Qingyang Alliance.

"Boy, if you dare to openly say this, even if the Lord of the Temple protects you, you will have to pay the price of blood!" A young monk from the Qingyang League pointed at Han Feng and cursed with gritted teeth, but when he talked about the Lord of the Temple, his arrogant arrogance became weaker. Who is the Lord of the Temple? If the Lord of the Temple is to protect Han Feng, even if he killed the elder of the Qingyang League, the leader of the Qingyang League would not dare to say that he would take Han Feng's life casually.

"Haha, even if you, the leader of the Qingyang Alliance, come, what can you do? In front of the Lord of the Temple, your leader is not qualified to carry his shoes!" Han Feng laughed again and said something that few people in Zhongzhou dared to speak. The deeper the conflict, the happier he was.

The monk was completely angry by Han Feng and scolded: "You mao, you are such a big tone. No need for us to come to the leader. Any young leader in our alliance is enough to destroy your nine clans!"

Han Feng's expression turned cold, and the crime did not harm his family. When this monk said the words to destroy him, he had already used the form of the word "时彩" and stepped out, turning into a gust of breeze. He appeared in front of the monk in an instant. He pointed at the forehead of the rude monk and directly penetrated his soul.

"You..." The monk's pupils shrank violently. His cultivation level was at the level of Xuantai, but he did not sense Han Feng's arrival at all. If Han Feng pointed his finger through the soul, he would definitely die. The man directly destroyed his body and spirit, and turned into a wisp of dust and dissipated in the world.

"What a terrible method." Several other monks from Qingyang League had already sweated coldly and had no intention of fighting. This young man who claimed to be from the temple was simply a god of killing. He had penetrated the monk's soul with one finger and had not even blinked his eyes.

Zhu Ran stood quietly behind Han Feng, never taking action. As if the fairy in the world is Bu Ran, Jueli Wushuang. At this moment, she had already felt more than a dozen powerful auras approaching this place. If she stayed for a long time, she would be in trouble. She said: "Han Feng quickly fight and decide, and the people from Qingyang League should be here soon."

"Yeah." Han Feng also noticed that many auras were approaching. He pierced through the foreheads of three Qingyang League disciples in a row and took their souls. He made a terrifying move, which was to swallow the souls into the solitary center. Devouring the souls would allow Han Feng to advance quickly, but he could not swallow too much.

He glanced at the Qingyang League disciple who lived to the end. His legs were already trembling and he was unable to stand steadily. It was the monk who advised Liu Boyi not to have any trouble. When Han Feng looked at him, he felt a bucket of ice water pouring on him, which cooled down into his heart.

Han Feng glanced at the monk and did not continue to take action. He wanted to leave a witness and let the monk tell Qingyang League that Liu Boyi was abolished by the monks in the temple!

"Let's go." Han Feng turned around, held Zhu Ran's plain hand, and flew into the Domain Gate that appeared out of thin air in the water curtain. Outside the Domain Gate was Zhongzhou, which was a brand new land.

"You dare to hurt my grandson, come and take your life!" At this time, a roar was like rolling thunder, surging in the sky, with a terrifying momentum!

The roar penetrated all the void, and Han Feng and Zhu Ran felt a chill in their hearts. They were forced to spit out a mouthful of blood by the power mixed in the roar. The two of them looked a little pale, but they did not stop and quickly passed through the Domain Gate passage. At their speed of travel, the passage hundreds of feet long only took a moment to step through.

And when he came outside the Domain Gate, Han Feng immediately cast a sealing pattern and directly sealed the Domain Gate, and then continued to run for his life.

The two of them didn't care much and could only run away desperately. The old man's roar could hurt them so that they vomited blood. If they arrived in their true form, they would never be able to survive!

"What a terrifying person. Just the roar can hurt me and Zhu Ran. Who is the owner of that voice..." Han Feng burst into cold sweat and his face turned pale.

Zhu Ran sighed and said, "This person's cultivation is at least magnificent, but fortunately, he has not arrived. He should be a hundred miles away from us, otherwise you and I will not even want to survive."

"A hundred miles away, before the person arrives, we will be shocked and hurt by a roar. Then I can kill us at will?" Han Feng was scared for a moment. The strong man in Tongtian Realm was so strong that he was outrageous!

In the mainland barrier, an old man flew past like a stream of light and rushed to Liu Boyi, who was in a weak complexion. At this time, his face was full of haze and murderous intent. The old man angrily said, "Who is Boyi? That bastard hurts you like this?"

"Grandpa... I, I can't do it anymore. You must avenge me." Liu Boyi kept resentful. Seeing his grandfather coming, he finally vomited this resentment. After he said that he wanted his grandfather to avenge him, he directly lost his breath of life. Liu Boyi's Yuanshen weapon was destroyed, and it was shattered by the ancient Fantian Hammer. The Yuanshen was basically bombarded and split into pieces. It was already good to be able to survive until now!

"Damn, who, who killed my grandson?" Liu Pinggong's eyes were scarlet and a loud roar, shaking the sky shattered. This person was the powerful man in Tongtian Realm whom he had been fighting against the ancient giant lizard not long ago. He was an elder of the Qingyang League, and Liu Boyi's grandfather, Liu Gongping.

"It seems, it seems to be a person from the temple..." The only surviving Qingyang League cultivator said submissively. The other four were killed by Han Feng, leaving him alone to survive.
Chapter completed!