Chapter 2170: One sword to seal the throat

A total of seven people came to the Sun Moon Temple, plus Zhou Yan and the burly man, there were nine people.

There are also six gods and powerhouses who teamed up with Zhou Yan, a total of fifteen people.

Among the fifteen powerhouses, Zhang Mo's strength was the strongest, in the realm of the six-star gods.

"Hey, brat, your death date is here! Today you can hardly fly with your wings!" Zhou Yan grinned fiercely, glaring at Feng Wuchen.

Feng Wuchen slowly opened his eyes and stood up, and glanced briefly at Zhou Yan and others.

The burly man bowed his head slightly and did not dare to look directly at Feng Wuchen. After all, it was him who had pleaded just now. Feng Wuchen spared Zhou Yan, but now they are bringing people to take revenge.

"What? Do you want to deceive less with more?" Feng Wuchen asked with a sneer.

Zhou Yan grinned and said, "What if we cheat less today? No one can save you!"

"Is the style of Sun Moon Temple the same?" Feng Wuchen mocked.

"Stop talking nonsense, brat, die, let you know the consequences of offending the Sun Moon Temple today!" a four-star **** Zunsen said coldly.

Zhang Mo contemptuously said: "Wang Yan, you three, kill him!"

"Shoo hoo!"

The three gods and powerhouses exploded out without hesitation, fast as lightning and magnificent.

"Hey, brat, accept your fate!"

"Offend us Sun Moon Temple, no matter who you are, you must die!"

"Come on for life!"

The three gods and powerhouses completely regarded Feng Wuchen as soft persimmons, as if they could get rid of Feng Wuchen with a casual shot.

Seeing the three unscrupulous bursting shots, Feng Wuchen's mouth evoked a dangerous arc.

"Buzz!"

The power of the One-Star God Venerable was urged, golden light glowed all over the body, a domineering force spread, and the surrounding void violently vibrated and tore apart.

"One-star god?" Zhou Yan was immediately stunned. As a three-star god, he was slapped wildly by the one-star god, and a strong sense of insult came to his heart.

"Junior Brother Zhou, are you sure he moved you?" Zhang Mo looked at Zhou Yan in surprise, obviously unable to believe that Feng Wuchen was only in the realm of a one-star god.

"..." Zhou Yan was red and speechless.

"Did this kid's brain be kicked by a donkey? How dare the One-Star God Venerable be so rampant?"

"Am I right? He is a one-star god?"

"Senior Brother Zhou is a three-star god, isn't it easy to deal with this kid?"

The disciples of the Sun Moon Temple were stunned, and no one could imagine that Zhou Yan was no match for the one-star god.

Zhou Yan's face was red to the neck, and he became angry from embarrassment!

As a powerful three-star god, it was a shame to be scared to fight back by the one-star god!

"Smelly boy, don't break your corpse forever, I swear by Zhou Yan not to be a man!" Zhou Yan roared angrily, and only by smashing the wind and dust into thousands of corpses can he calm his anger and shame.

The three gods and powerhouses who burst out have more disdain and contempt in their eyes.

"Boy, we kill you like a dog!" A three-star **** grinned.

Feng Wuchen stayed still, regardless of the offensive language of the three.

"Why? Don't you dare to move?"

"Boy, if you kneel down and kowtow to Senior Brother Zhou for mercy, you may be able to survive for a while."

"It's too late to regret now."

The three three-star emperors ridiculed constantly, and they looked like they were clean.

However, before the three of them were happy, they didn't even know what was going on in the next second.

When the three of them entered Feng Wuchen's attack range, Feng Wuchen suddenly exploded out, and at the same time fully urged the chaos divine power, sacrificed four artifacts, the extremely domineering power burst out like a dragon going out to sea, breathtaking.

The terrifying air waves and the wind and dust-free combat power instantly soared to the realm of three-star gods.

"What? Three-star god!" The burly man's face changed drastically.

"I raised two stars in an instant! How could this be possible!" Zhou Yan's eyes almost fell off.

"Not good! Wang Yan, get back!" Zhang Mo hurriedly yelled, and shot out like lightning.

But it was too late.

"Shoo hoo!"

"Chichichichi!"

In an instant, the three Wang Yan, who were still arrogantly taunting the other second, spurted a stream of blood from their necks as the sword light flickered in the next second.

One sword seals the throat.

The three gods and powerhouses were killed by Feng Wuchen in the blink of an eye!

Zhang Mo was stunned, staring blankly at the three juniors who fell down. He couldn't believe that Feng Wuchen could instantly kill the three gods and powerhouses.

"You are so stupid that you have reached a new height. Knowing that Zhou Yan was beaten by me, you dare to be arrogant and arrogant in front of me. You really don't know how to live or die." Feng Wuchen sneered.

Looking at Zhou Yan with an idiot's gaze, Feng Wuchen sneered and said: "You are more stupid, there is no cure!"

"Ancient power! Can't be wrong! There are artifacts!"

"No! His sword is a holy weapon!"

"How is it possible? He actually has holy artifacts! And ancient power! Who is he?"

The disciples of the Sun Moon Temple and the six Sanxiu gods were all frightened.

"Smelly boy, how dare you kill my Sun Moon Temple disciple! You are tired of life!" After waking up, Zhang Mo was furious, with a hideous face and a cannibalistic appearance.

"Is the Sun Moon Temple strong? Kill as soon as you kill, how about?" Feng Wuchen sneered slightly.

The eight-star gods can't help but Zhang Mo is only a six-star god.

In terms of combat effectiveness, Feng Wuchen is indeed no match for Zhang Mo, but in terms of means, Feng Wuchen throws away Zhang Mo's ten streets.

"Kill him! Capture the sacred and divine tools, as well as his ancient power!" Zhang Mo roared furiously, his face soaring.

More than a dozen gods and powerhouses swarmed up, and a terrible force burst out, murderous.

"Master, hurry up!" Long Shenjian said immediately.

"Come on!" Feng Wuchen sneered, swaying deep after the election.

"Humph! You can't run!" Zhang Mo shouted angrily, and a dozen gods chased him down.

"Big Brother Ning, it's the one who pretended to be Feng Wuchen!" Ning Hunsheng and the three had already arrived at the moment, and Narcissus recognized Feng Wuchen at a glance.

"This kid is so courageous. He even dared to offend the people of Sun Moon Temple, and he even dared to kill. Is he really not a Master Feng?" Ning Chen sneered, and became more disdainful of Feng Wuchen.

"Ning Chen, shut up!" Ning Hunsheng whispered: "This person is not simple. He has divine and sacred artifacts on his body. The power of this ancient aura is very overbearing. He is definitely not an ordinary person, otherwise he would dare to kill Sun and Moon. Temple disciple? Catch up and have a look."

"call out!"

When everyone was chasing Feng Wuchen, a figure appeared beside the slain disciple.

"This person's body style is very good, a sword seals his throat in an instant, and the wound is just fatal. There is no half-point error. This person's control of strength, no, it should be said that the control of the sword has reached the level of the realm. In the field of kendo , Not under me." The man murmured to himself.

This person is no one else, but Mo Qingshan, the young master of the Sun Moon Temple.