Chapter 2729: Do not live

"Master Real Immortal! Help me! Help me!"

Seeing the real murderous look in Liu Qingyang's eyes, Yan Douyun yelled in extreme fear.

"Save you? Does he dare? Yan Douyun, you really shouldn't leave the Spirit Beast Mountain." Liu Qingyang sneered sneerly, his palm condensed violent power, and immediately blasted Yan Douyun Tianling Gai with a palm.

The Samsung true fairy did not dare to take any action at all, it would be nice to be able to save his life at this moment.

"No! Don't kill me! Don't kill me! Liu Qingyang, stop!" Yan Douyun yelled in despair, making his bowels blue with regret.

None of them expected that the powerhouse of the Tianxu Temple would not dare to make a move.

Is it possible to be afraid of the Dragon Temple?

Tianxu Temple is not afraid of the Dragon Temple, but the wind and dust.

"Stop Liu Qingyang!" Yan Shuihan roared in panic and shot out with a severe injury, trying to stop Liu Qingyang.

It was impossible for Yan Shuihan, who was seriously injured, to stop Liu Qingyang.

"Master Real Immortal, save my son!" Yan Shuihan yelled anxiously.

Real immortals dare not let go.

"boom!"

"puff!"

Liu Qingyang slammed down with a fierce and ruthless palm, and with a loud explosion, Yan Douyun spit blood from the mouth with a terrifying force, his neck shrank, and his figure turned into a black line and fell.

"boom!"

Yan Douyun's body blasted a large pit into the Xuanmen Temple Square.

Yan Douyun was already seriously injured, and it was impossible to withstand Liu Qingyang's terrifying palm.

Yan Douyun died on the spot.

"By the way, I forgot to tell you, the strong of the Tianxu Temple, Brother Feng doesn't know how many killed, and now there is a more powerful kneeling in our Luohun Temple." Liu Qingyang sneered sneerly. Unfortunately, Yan Douyun couldn't hear it anymore.

If Yan Douyun was still alive, she might be scared to death.

"Yun'er!" Yan Shuihan roared in grief and indignation, his old eyes moist, and his ferocious gaze swept towards the true immortal. Yan Shuihan roared in grief and angrily: "Why? Why?"

"Because I am not Feng Wuchen's opponent!" Zhenxian forcedly endured the panic in his heart.

Samsung is not Feng Wuchen's opponent?

What about a liar?

The three elders and the people of the Xuanmen Hall Master were all dumbfounded.

At this moment, they really realized how wrong they were.

"Yan Shuihan, don't be so sad, you will see your son soon, and everyone in the Luohun Temple will be able to see it." Feng Wuchen sneered slightly.

"Feng Wuchen!" Yan Shuihan roared in grief and anger, staring at Feng Wuchen with bloodshot eyes, murderously soaring into the sky.

Feng Wuchen shrugged and sneered: "Don't yell so loudly. No matter how loud you yell, it won't change anything, Yan Shuihan, the person who supports you won't work. The opportunity is given, but it's useless. If you were safe at the beginning Point, there will be no end of today."

"..." The real immortal expert.

"Qingyang, kill it." Feng Wuchen said mercilessly.

"Feng Wuchen, this hall master will not let you go even if he is a ghost!" Yan Shuihan roared unwillingly.

"You are also worthy? Yan Shuihan, you don't even have the qualifications to be a ghost." Liu Qingyang flashed over, grinning and sneered, and a murderous look flashed in his eyes.

"boom!"

"puff!"

Liu Qingyang blasted out with a punch and hit Yan Shuihan's chest with a bang. The violent force shook Yan Shuihan's mouth with blood, and his figure flew out like a cannonball.

Yan Shuihan was seriously injured and couldn't avoid it, and couldn't bear Liu Qingyang's strength.

"Hall Master Luohun, let's go on the road, and meet your son." Liu Qingyang sneered, condensing a terrible energy sword with one hand.

"call out!"

"Buzz!"

As Liu Qingyang waved his hand, the energy sword burst out like a lightning, with a sharp and piercing sonic boom, the void violently vibrated and burst wherever he passed.

The three elders of Luohun Temple were extremely panicked, they couldn't do anything, they could only watch.

"Boom!"

"Buzz!"

The terrifying energy sword, the moment it penetrated Yan Shuihan, exploded fiercely, and the violent energy ripples swallowed Yan Shuihan.

In a short while, Yan Shuihan's body fell from the terrifying energy ripples, a big hole exploded in his chest, his breath had completely dissipated, and he could not die again.

The Lord of Luohun Temple fell.

The three elders of Luohun Temple were extremely sad and indignant, but they were powerless, unable to move or speak.

It's harder than death.

"Qingyang, kill well!" Yi Tianqing shouted excitedly.

Beidou Yan shook his head and sneered, "Why bother if you could have survived?"

"You cannot live by committing sins." Miao Qingqing did not have the slightest sympathy.

"Hall Master Luo Soul was killed..." The Xuanmen Hall Master was so scared that he had forgotten the pain of his broken arm, and his old eyes were desperate.

"Are we going to die too? It's none of our business. It's all about the Lord and Senior Brother who provoke the wind and dust."

"Even if it's none of our business, will Feng Wuchen let us go?"

"I don't want to die yet, my lady is still waiting for me at home."

The disciples of the Xuanmen Temple were in chaos, and they were so terrified that they had no master, as if the aura of death had been entangled.

"call out!"

"Chichichichi!"

Liu Qingyang flashed to the three elders of Luohun Temple. Without a word, he sacrificed a holy sword and swept past. The moment the sword light flickered, the three elders who could not move were all sealed with a sword.

"call out!"

Killing the three elders with one sword, Liu Qingyang's figure suddenly appeared in front of the master of the Xuanmen Temple.

"Don't... don't kill me..." The Palace Master Xuanmen begged for mercy, and knelt down directly.

Feng Wuchen sneered and said: "I only wanted to kill those four people and regain the Holy Spirit Stone that belongs to us, but you just want to intervene and want to use the Heavenly Void Temple to kill us. This is a capital crime."

"laugh!"

When the words fell, before the Xuanmen Hall Master could speak, Liu Qingyang had already pierced the Xuanmen Hall Master's throat with a sword.

"The enemy must die, including you, have any last words to say." Liu Qingyang walked over with the holy sword step by step, and his cold and murderous eyes swept towards the Profound Gate Temple disciple.

A look made the disciple of Xuanmen Temple as if stepping into a ghost gate, his face pale and his body stiff.

"It's none of our business, we didn't even know that the Holy Spirit Stone was taken back by Zhao Ming."

"My lord is forgiving, we are all innocent. They did something wrong and offended everybody. Why should we bear the consequences? This is unfair to us."

"Master Supreme, spare your life."

The disciples of the Xuanmen Temple all begged for mercy in terror.

"Is this your last words?" Liu Qingyang said indifferently, holding the holy sword and shooting out, the cold murderous intent curled like a mountain.

At this moment, the disciples of the Xuanmen Temple were completely desperate.

"Qingyang, forget it, they are right, this matter really has nothing to do with them, don't kill innocent people indiscriminately." Ling Xiaoxiao quickly blocked.

"Our enemy is the Heavenly Void Temple." Ling Xiaoxiao's icy gaze swept toward the true fairy.