Chapter 927 Qiao Feng takes action, and the dragon in power regrets it!

"Go!"

Ning Fan nodded slightly, then looked at Zhang Sanfeng beside him: "Old Zhang, go over there!"

"Yes!"

Zhang Sanfeng responded, and his figure slowly floated down from the attic, and walked step by step towards the outside of the palace.

"Swoosh!"

A figure suddenly landed in front of Zhang Sanfeng, and a dagger with a cold light was placed directly on his neck: "Old man, don't make a sound!"

"Tell me, where is Prince Dayu?"

"Prince?"

Zhang Sanfeng seemed to be slow to react. He was stunned for a moment, thought carefully, and pointed in a direction: "Yes... In that attic, he was eating barbecue just now. I don't know if he left!"

"Hmph, you know what's good for you!"

As he said, he slashed the dagger in his hand, but the next moment, the old man who was still held hostage by the dagger appeared again, ten feet away, still walking at a steady pace.

"You..."

"Young man, fighting is meaningless, go back!"

As he spoke, he had already walked outside the mansion. The black-clothed assassin was also stunned in the same place, with fine beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.

He is a master!

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"Sword five, six, seven, eight!"

"Burial of the devil!"

Above the void, the full moon was split in the middle, and the night was divided into two halves, one black and one white. The surging sword energy and the vast devil energy swept in all directions.

That night, countless sleeping people were awakened, walked out of the house one by one, and looked up at the sky.

"Boom!"

Another aftermath spread, Yu Huatian and Qi Yao guarded the two people to prevent the aftermath of the two from affecting other people and buildings.

"What a terrible devil's power, any one of the five masters of the Demon Sect is so powerful, if all five come together, how terrible it would be?"

"Alas!"

There was also a cultivator sighing beside him.

"As far as I know, this one is not the most powerful one."

"The status of the Five Venerables in the Demon Sect is equivalent to the leader among the casual cultivators. The real masters are in the three major demon sects."

"It is rumored that each of the giants of the three major demon sects has strength above the true destiny!"

"Hiss!"

"What are you afraid of? There are three major demon sects in the Demon Sect, but there are also three saints in my righteous sect!"

"There are also Penglai Fairy Island and Kunlun. Can they sweep across the three major fairy lands?"

The heated discussion among the warriors revolved around the two top masters, and in the Prince Yong's Mansion, Qiao Feng alone intercepted a group of powerful enemies.

"You are so brave!"

"You dare to break into the Prince Yong's Mansion at night, looking for death!"

Qiao Feng shouted angrily, staring coldly at the group headed by the old man with long eyebrows.

Among the eight people, five are grandmasters.

Among them are the four people of Dayan headed by the old man with long eyebrows and the old man with yellow robes, as well as people from the Jiu'an Mountain Sword Sect, Guanshan and Duanxuan Mountain.

"Hmph, the evil prince Ning Fan of Dayu destroyed my Guanshan Sect, his crime is unforgivable!"

"Hand over Ning Fan, and don't implicate other people in the Yongwang Mansion!"

"The evil prince has brought disaster to the world and killed the heir of my Sword Sect. He deserves to be executed today!"

"Get out of the way quickly, otherwise don't blame us for killing!"

Figures stood on the eaves, staring at Qiao Feng coldly. Elder Changmei has been watching silently, but a sense of oppression slowly rises from his body.

This is a great master of all things!

"My friend, I see that you have extraordinary bones and your cultivation is hard-won. Don't make mistakes!"

"Hahaha, Qiao wants to learn from you all!"

"Let's fight!"

With a long shout, Qiao Feng's figure suddenly rushed out, and his powerful internal force spanned more than ten feet, and he blasted towards Changmei and his group.

"Little thief, why do you need the seniors to take action? I'll catch you."

A middle-aged man in a robe stood up, suddenly drew out the long sword from his waist, and slashed at Qiao Feng.

"Hmph, arrogant and incompetent!"

"Looking for death!"

Qiao Feng had a bit of disdain in his eyes. He flipped his hands and burst out a stream of internal force, directly restraining the master in the air.

The master felt the powerful momentum and his face changed instantly.

His body unexpectedly flew towards the man uncontrollably.

"What kind of evil skill is this?"

"Damn it!"

"Elder, save me!"

The Sword Sect's Taishang's face suddenly turned ashen, and he cursed angrily, and his figure also flew out, and a mighty sword energy was swung, as if it was wrapped in Lingtian's momentum.

The Grand Master's move was able to attract the surroundings to a certain extent, and the whistling sound of sword energy spread in all directions.

Qiao Feng smiled coldly: "Why do you have to do this? Let's attack together!"

"You are so arrogant!"

"Since you are seeking your own death, we will help you!"

"Everyone, don't fight with him, business is more important!"

As he said that, Changmei also stood up, pointed his two fingers at Qiao Feng's body: "Tongtian Finger!"

A finger print condensed in the void in an instant, pointing at Qiao Feng's direction. As his hand prints were made, a series of finger shadows condensed by internal force whizzed towards Qiao Feng.

"Paiyun Double Palms!"

Qiao Feng's face showed no fear. His internal force was extremely masculine and powerful. Every palm he slapped had the power to shake the world. At this moment, even if he was surrounded by eight top masters, he was still fearless.

"He is... Grandmaster Wanxiang!"

"How is it possible? How can there be a Grandmaster Wanxiang in the Yong Palace?"

As the three Grandmasters were defeated by Qiao Feng first, there was only one Grandmaster Wanxiang among the remaining five Grandmasters, and the rest were all from Tianmen.

At this moment, everyone was horrified.

Judging from the man's appearance, he was definitely no more than 30 years old, but at such an age, he had such a profound skill, and his internal strength was so domineering, like the scorching sun, that they dared not face him directly.

"I wonder where your master came from?"

"With such a high level of cultivation, why do you bow down to this little thief?"

Changmei also frowned, his expression changed from the previous calmness. If it was just a Tianmen Grandmaster, he really didn't take it seriously.

But if it was a Wanxiang Realm, he would be worthy of being afraid of him.

Not only his own strength, but also his backstage...

"My name is Qiao Feng, and I am the guard of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

"If you want to fight, then fight. Why waste your words!"

Qiao Feng looked around and rushed out again: "My master has ordered that anyone who trespasses into Prince Yong's Mansion shall die!"

"Hey!"

Accompanied by a dragon roar, Qiao Feng slapped out a palm in an instant, and Changmei's face suddenly changed. Even if this palm did not rush to him, he could feel the domineering nature of this palm technique.

"Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing-The Dragon Will Regret!"

With Qiao Feng's palm, the old man with long eyebrows did not dare to despise him at all. He suddenly urged his internal force and slapped out a palm as well!

"Bang!"

The two figures suddenly pressed together in the air above Prince Yong's Mansion, and their palms faced each other. One golden and one white internal force confronted each other. After a brief fight, Changmei's figure suddenly retreated.

"What a domineering palm technique!"

"There is such a wonderful martial art in the world?"

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