苹果模拟器中文版

He had never had this state before.

He did not notice that at this time, the ancient ding in the dantian was gently rotating, and the drop of dragon blood inside was separated into a very slender strand, a hundred times slenderer than the hair, and poured into Chen Feng’s meridians. , Following Zhen Qi, poured into Chen Fengjian.

Chen Feng cried out, the sword walked lightly, and a sword stabbed out.

His palms are very heavy and powerful, like a mountain of five dings, it seems that even the mountains can be shattered. But the swordsmanship is light and elegant, and extremely fast. This kind of strong contrast makes Ran Changling uncomfortable to death, almost vomiting a mouthful of old blood.

In fact, Chen Feng himself felt uncomfortable for such a transformation, but he didn't care about that much.

He knew that his opponent must be more uncomfortable than himself.

In the rain, complex and gorgeous white flying flowers appeared, undulating and falling.

"It's so beautiful!" an elder sighed softly.

Several other elders listened and nodded in agreement.

"In addition to being good-looking, but also for ass?" Ran Changling snorted disdainfully.

He didn't think Chen Feng's sword was so powerful.

With this flying flower, he felt no threat.

Therefore, Ran Changling patted the past with a palm.

Ran Yuxue lost her voice and exclaimed: "No!"

But it was too late.

The originally ordinary and seemingly powerless flying flower suddenly bloomed when it touched Ran Changling's palm.

The huge and incomparable killing intent bloomed instantly, wrapping Ran Changling's right hand including his arm. The petals are extremely sharp and can be cut temporarily even in space, easily breaking through Ran Changling's body guard.

After the white flying flowers bloom, they are withered, and the petals of each flower wither and disappear into the air.

And Ran Changling's arm, there is only one thick bone left! All the flesh and blood were crushed by flying flowers!

So powerful!

Ran Changling hugged his arms and let out a scream, rolling back and forth on the ground.

Chen Feng kicked him off the ring.

Chen Feng walked to the edge of the ring and screamed up to the sky.

Everyone can hear the anger and grievance hidden in his howling, and the vent after victory!

The voice spread far away, endless echoes resounded in the mountains.

He pointed to Ran Yuxue, arrogant and aggressive.

"Since you and my master had a relationship at the beginning, I will call you a wife! Give you face, I will spare his life!"

"Aren't you very optimistic about him? Isn't he your nephew? Haven't you been teaching him carefully?"

"But now, he has been defeated by my trash! Do you dare to say that my master is trash, dare you to say that I am trash?"

His words are domineering, and his eyes are dazzling.

Ran Yuxue felt that a glance at him would make her eyes sting.

"The frog at the bottom of the well is short-sighted, but after a little achievement, he doesn't know what his surname is. It will be mad! It is destined to be a big weapon!"

Ran Yuxue lowered her head, said in a cold voice, then hugged Ran Changling and left in a hurry.

Chen Feng was extremely happy, and laughed.

The disciples in the audience looked at Chen Feng with infinite admiration, and a deep respect for them was in their eyes.

They uttered fierce cheers.

Zhao Ruoxi and the other elders left with a cold face, while Han Cong and other elders went to the ring and surrounded Chen Feng with praise.

Chen Feng accepted the arrogance of just now, and responded modestly to these kind-hearted elders.

What Chen Feng didn't know was that at this time, on Broken Arrow Peak, there was also an argument about him in the supreme hall of the Waizong.

Broken Arrow Peak is three thousand feet high, and at the peak, a conference hall with a radius of one hundred feet tall stands majestically, majestic, solitary and solemn.

Here is the core of Waizong.

At this time, in the main hall, Supreme Elder Su Zhaodong was confronted with Chen Guyun, the Supreme Elder who was in charge of guarding the martial arts pavilion, and the two glared at each other.

"Chen Feng, the little beast, is the scourge disciple of Yan Qingyu! Yan Qingyu was restless at the beginning, and the disciple he accepted was also a messenger!"

"He obviously couldn't cultivate before, but suddenly he was able to cultivate. Who knows what's wrong?"

"After he became strong, he became mad. He has wounded and killed several disciples in a row, and he has been very aggressive! He has repeatedly spoken wildly to the teacher without respect, which has seriously violated the rules of the sect!"

"This kind of wolf ambition, ungrateful, vicious-hearted person, even if he grows up, it is a curse!"

Su Zhaodong spoke righteously and finished these words in awe.

Then he turned his hand to a middle-aged man sitting in the middle and said, "My lord, please also severely punish this person! Abolish his cultivation base, destroy the dantian, put him in prison in the Xingtang, and be tortured! Let him not survive, please I can't die!"

He thought of his grandson who was still lying on the bed, and he was suddenly full of resentment.

A group of elders immediately agreed.

The elder Chen Guyun let out a cold snort of disdain: "Fart!"

"What did you say?" Su Zhaodong glared.

"I said you fart!"