"Equally well?"
The young man in black was stunned.
He originally thought that Qin Feiyang's strength was a little bit stronger than Zhao Wei's, but he didn't expect to be able to tie him.
"Equally?"
"Don't be kidding, the show's just starting now."
The fat man laughed beside him.
"Well?"
The young man in black was startled and horrified!
Chong!
The second sword shadow is slashing towards him frantically, making a piercing hum, and wherever it goes, the void is distorting!
"A sword shadow is equivalent to a lore, what kind of battle tactics is this?"
The youth in black looked surprised.
But not out of proportion.
Boom!
A large area of fighting spirit emerged, and a giant arrow condensed in the void in front of him.
This arrow can be as thick as a bucket, tens of meters in length, with a dignified body, shining like a star, and the tip exudes a world-destroying edge!
Next.
In his eyes, the murderous intention was great, he waved his big hand, the arrow trembled in the air, turned into a shock, and shot at the sword shadow!
Boom!
A thunderous bang exploded here.
When the two meet, a wave of destructive air is born, sweeping across all directions.
The towering mountains and rivers nearby, the towering ancient trees, and the ferocious beasts fleeing in fear are as vulnerable as dead trees.
In the blink of an eye, a mile radius was razed to the ground, leaving no grass behind!
Rolling dust and smoke enveloped all directions!
In dust and smoke.
Qin Feiyang waved his hand and sent the fat man into the castle, then sensing the breath of the black-clothed youth, he went straight to kill him.
"I didn't expect you to hide so deeply!"
The black-clothed youth has a gloomy face and dares not hold back at all. He and Qin Feiyang madly kill each other!
"What happened?"
Hearing the movement, people nearby rushed over one after another, all surrounding the edge of the battlefield, scanning the dust and smoke in front of them, their eyes full of surprise.
Here, who is fighting?
Whoosh! ! !
Soon.
A dozen more figures galloped forward.
They are male and female, fat and thin, but without exception, their temperament and aura are far superior to others.
And.
When they saw the dozen or so people, everyone else showed awe.
"What's the matter?"
A handsome-looking young man in white, glanced at the dusty area in front of him, and asked without looking back.
"Neither do we."
Someone responded immediately.
The young man in white frowned, raised his big hand, and the wind began to blow violently around him, ready to blow the dust away.
But now!
"Ah…"
A painful scream resounded in the dust.
Following.
A **** figure, like a meteorite, rushed out of dust and smoke and shot into the sky.
"It's him, Mo He!"
Seeing this person, the surrounding crowd suddenly changed color.
Even the dozen or so people that followed had their pupils constricted.
Whoosh!
The moment the black-clothed youth rushed out of the dust, another black-clothed figure swept out.
It's Qin Feiyang!
"Ma San!"
Now.
A deep disbelief crept into everyone's eyes.
The loss of Zhao Wei and Liang Cheng has made it difficult for them to accept.
But now, even Mo He of the Eight-Star War Emperor has been beaten beyond recognition by him. How strong is this guy?
Qin Feiyang stood in the void and glanced at the crowd around him. His eyes stayed on the dozen or so people for a while, but there was no turbulence.
And there are no obvious scars on his body.
Whoosh!
Without a single word, Qin Feiyang turned into a stream of light and rose into the sky, his big hands like eagle claws, grabbing Mo He's neck.
"What does he want to do?"
See you.
Everyone looked surprised.
"Didn't you just say, let me see, what is a real powerhouse? What is overwhelming combat power?"
"Is that all it takes?"
Qin Feiyang grabbed Mo He with one hand, and the other hand was full of war, looking at Mo He with disdain in his eyes.
"Don't be arrogant too early, you will know soon enough to offend me!"
Mo He growled, his face full of resentment.
"Really?"
"Then I will send you to **** first!"
Qin Feiyang's eyes flashed with murderous intent, he raised his arm and patted Mo He's chest.
"You dare!"
Mo He roared fiercely, but there was a hint of panic in his expression.
Meanwhile.
The surrounding crowd also changed color.
"Ma San, keep someone under your palm!"
The dozen or so people that followed, swept towards Qin Feiyang immediately.
"Well?"
Qin Feiyang raised his eyebrows, his arms in the void.
What's the situation?
Is there something wrong with this Mo He?
"What?"
"Don't dare to do it?"
"How dare you be so arrogant?"
"You're going to kill me today."
"Come on!"
Seeing Qin Feiyang stop, Mo He's face was full of smiles, and he kept shouting, arrogant to the extreme.
"So awesome?"
Qin Feiyang was stunned for a while, then he slapped Mo He's face, and a blood-red slap print appeared.
"You dare to slap me?"
Mo He suddenly showed a look of disbelief.
Following.
His face was full of resentment, and he roared like a madman: "I will definitely kill you, make you suffer, and regret coming to this world!"
Clap!
Qin Feiyang didn't say a word, and slapped him again.
"Ah…"
Mo He screamed, blood pouring from his nose and mouth.
"Come, come, keep yelling."
Qin Feiyang showed his white teeth.
Mo He roared: "Little bastard, wait for me!"
"Yes yes yes, that's it, go on."
Qin Feiyang slapped Mo He again, and the smile on his face became brighter.
Mo He didn't dare to say a word.
"Do you think I won't hit you if you don't scream?"
"What a naive child!"
Qin Feiyang shook his head and sighed, raised his arms, slapped each one, and slapped Mo He's face firmly.
"Ah…"
Mo He screamed.
A face that quickly swelled up like a pig's head.
Now, he can't even scream in agony, only a whimper of grievance.
Qin Feiyang finally stopped, hehe smiled and said, "Are you still arrogant?"
Mo He shook his head again and again, his eyes full of pleading.
Qin Feiyang smiled and said, "Isn't it better to do this earlier? Why do you have to make a lot of trouble, hurt your face, and hurt your body!"
Whoosh! ! !
At this time.
The dozen or so people flew over and surrounded Qin Feiyang in the center.
"Ma San, let him go immediately!"
"Don't think that if you have a little strength, you will be crazy capital. In front of us, you are not qualified!"
A dozen people have bad looks on their faces.
A total of eleven people, nine seven-star war emperors and two eight-star war emperors.
In other words, with Zhao Wei and Mo He, the seven-star and eight-star war emperors in the inner hall were all present.
Qin Feiyang glanced at them and said lightly: "What if I don't let go?"
One of them said coldly, "You can't leave alive today."
See you.
Mo He lost his patience and shouted: "What nonsense are you talking about, kill him!"
"Well?"
Qin Fei raised his eyebrows, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and sneered: "Do you think I really dare not kill you?"
Speak out!
His five fingers shrank suddenly, and he decisively crushed Mo He's throat.
Blood flowed down his big hand to his arm, staining the clothes on his arm red.
There is also some blood, spattered on his face.
Let him look like a ruthless killing **** at this moment!
"Really killed?"
The eleven were stunned.
The inner hall disciple in the distance also looked at Mo He, who had died, with a dull expression.
He even dared to kill Mo He, who did he borrow the courage from?
Crazy!
This guy must be crazy!
Otherwise, I would never have dared to make such an astonishing act.
Qin Feiyang turned a blind eye to this, his fingers loosened, and Mo He's body fell downward.
Whoosh!
A young man regained his senses, swooped down immediately, and returned to the sky with Mo He's body in his arms.
"Dead?"
The remaining ten people looked at the young man and asked.
"Dead."
The young man said solemnly.
Shhh! ! !
The eleven people looked at Qin Feiyang in unison.
The woman in the black silk dress said, "You are not Masan!"
Qin Feiyang froze in his heart and said with a light smile: "Why do you see it?"
The woman in the black dress said: "Ma San is only a two-star war emperor, and his fighting spirit and tactics are also different from yours. Who are you? What is the purpose of pretending to be Masan?"
"Yes."
Qin Feiyang nodded and said, "I am indeed not Masan."
"Damn!"
The eleven people's eyes turned cold, and they all became vigilant.
"Don't be so nervous."
"I mean, I am no longer the Masan I used to be, and now I am your nightmare."
"Remember how you bullied me in the past? You don't remember, but I remember it all in my heart."
"Now, I'll get it back little by little."
Qin Feiyang laughed.
"What do you mean?"
"Are you Masan?"
"If yes, how do you explain your cultivation, fighting spirit, and fighting tactics?"
The young man shouted.
Qin Feiyang sighed deeply, shook his head and said, "I can't figure it out even though I said it so clearly, you are also worthy of being the arrogance of the inner hall?"
The eleven people couldn't help but have anger on their faces.
"Before, I was hiding my cultivation."
"You will surely ask again, why are you hiding? To put it mildly, I am a very low-key person. To put it more vulgarly, I want to see your face now."
"No, your stunned expressions are really wonderful."
"As for the fighting spirit, haven't you heard that there is a thing in the world, it is called the double fighting spirit?"
Qin Feiyang joked.
"What?"
"Have you activated the Dual Soul?"
As soon as these words came out, the audience was in a commotion.
"Not necessarily, maybe I've also activated the Third Battle Spirit."
"As for the battle tactics, it may be that I accumulated virtue in my previous life. I was lucky, and I got a lot by accident, and my grade is not low!"
Qin Feiyang laughed.
The eleven people stared at Qin Feiyang.
Now they have no doubts about Qin Feiyang's identity, they just want to know how many fighting spirits Qin Feiyang has? How many battle tactics do you have on your body?
"Want to know?"
"Then speak with strength."
"One-on-one, let's go together, take your pick."
Qin Feiyang looked at the eleven people, full of provocation.
"You…"
The young man was suddenly furious.
But the woman in the black dress grabbed him and whispered: "He killed Mo He, we don't need to take action at all, someone will naturally come to clean him up."
When the young man heard this, a gloating smile appeared in his eyes.
"Let's go!"
As soon as the woman in the black dress waved her hand, the eleven people took Mo He's body and left in a mighty manner.