Chapter 1449: Son of Light

Chapter 1449: Bright Son

In less than ten minutes, the scene like the last day was calmed down, and only a **** smell spreading, reminding everyone that the scene was not an illusion.

This headed person did not speak, and, on the contrary, he also seemed to give up the resistance, but calmed down, looking at Feng Hao, his eyes flashed with some incomprehensible look.

He knew he had planted it in the hands of a young man in his twenties.

"Such a domineering talent and qualification ..."

He seemed to understand more why the people above were so nervous trying to destroy Feng Hao.

Who dares to stay like this.

"Your **** thing, don't say it."

In the distance, Longyueguan still had blood stains on his hands, suffocated with suffocation, and the damaged shirt and scarred body looked like a wild beast.

Qiong Linger and others all surrounded him badly, his eyes were sharp.

They all understand the importance of Fengchen to deal with Fenghao. If Fengchen cannot be rescued, Fenghao may really do something unexpected.

"Hey, ..."

The headed person glanced at them lightly, and made a loud laugh in his mouth, and said to Feng Hao, "Don't be proud, you can't be proud for long ..."

"Well, ..."

Feng Hao didn't hesitate. With a wave of his hand, the big handprint on the sky was dropped, and by virtue of the coercion, he was torn apart, the blood was broken, and the bones were left.

Feng Hao killed everyone, and Feng Hao didn't have any joy in his heart. On the contrary, his heart was indifferent, without joy or sorrow.

"call,……"

He exhaled, a flash of coldness flashed in his eyes, "Nantou, no matter what the reason, you don't need to exist."

For the forces who dare to do something to his loved ones, even if he is a human race, he will not be softhearted.

This is the bane. Even if he is willing to let it go, this bane will not help himself in a critical moment. On the contrary, it is likely to be a black hand.

Retention is also a scourge and must be eradicated.

"Ok,."

Thinking, suddenly, a feeling that caused Feng Haohan's hair to explode spread. His pupils shrank, and he saw that not far away, a dark figure slowly walked out of the streamer space and broke the space. , Giving a visual impact of stepping on the ground under the feet.

This is a man who is shrouded in a liquid energy like ink. His appearance is very young, similar to Feng Hao. Every move, with an inexplicable power, affects the world, shocks people, and more importantly. Yes, the dark energy like ink on his body is full of ominous, and it is inevitable that a disgusting psychology will be born from the bottom of his heart.

"It's you."

Feng Hao shuddered in her heart, and her words were full of surprise.

The person walking out of the streamer space turned out to be the bright saint who was hunted down by Huang Tianyun.

For more than two years, Huang Tianyun has not heard from him, that is to say, he has not been able to find the whereabouts of the Holy Son of Light. Who knows that the Holy Son of Light did not go far and even lurked in the Tianwu continent.

And this time, the Fengjia incident was full of excitement, and he appeared, hiding in the dark, until now.

"Heir to the Void God ..."

Guangming Shengzi's pupils were not mottled, darkened, and surrounded by sickening black gas, murmured softly in his mouth.

No one else can detect Feng Hao, but how could it forget this kind of energy fluctuation that suppresses it.

"Back."

Feng Hao was drinking, and at the same time, he was running the magic of no seal, and his body was full of gold, as if the **** was wearing a armor, and his extraordinary bravery was set off.

"Brother Ho."

Although Qiong Linger's daughters were worried, at this time, they did not dare to fail. Together with the crowd, they retreated thousands of meters away and looked at him with anxiety.

The person who came out before him gave everyone an intangible coercion, even those who were thousands of miles away could feel the breathtaking charm.

Undoubtedly, this long-lost Son of Light has definitely transcended the existence of all sacred realms.

At this moment, everyone's hearts were raised, especially the Fengjia people who were originally cheering, all excited hearts were silent.

Qiong Linger, Wan Xin, Yan Qing, are no strangers to the Bright Son. In the source world, the three of them joined forces with Feng Hao in the battle, and the monster was really shocked. go.

It can be seen how extraordinary he is. At this time, he undoubtedly appeared in a stronger posture.

"I was surprised that you could remove these wastes. It seems that you have improved a lot in recent years."

The Bright Son spoke, his voice hoarse, as if frosted, very harsh, and could not hear the ups and downs of emotions, but in his mouth, only the hundreds of Saints and the top ten masters were useless, and the existence was a waste of food It was just that, for Feng Hao's promotion, he did not seem to have the slightest accident, on the contrary, it was full of contempt.

Feng Hao didn't speak, his eyes were so cold, his hands turned into afterimages, and he began to condense the handprints ...

In the face of such an enemy, he dared not take the slightest care.

Moreover, the Bright Son now gives him a completely different feeling, it seems ... that he is no longer the Bright Son.

"Rumble ..."

Once the earth-shaking fingerprints condensed, the whole world was blown up by it, a huge atmosphere spread the rolls, and the surrounding space was broken apart.

"this is……"

Seeing this handprint, this familiar wave, the pupil of the Bright Child dilated slightly, and there was a look of fear in the depths. For a long time, he said, "Unexpectedly, he has already used these two mysteries. It's passed on to you, but ... you are far from being my opponent now. "

"India."

Feng Hao's face was cold, his mouth spit, and only one hand was pressed. The dark handprints on the sky were crushed down.

"Humph."

There was a flash of senman in the dark eyes of Guang Shengzi, and he stretched out his hand arbitrarily. Suddenly, his arm turned into a devil's claw, extremely stingy, as thick as a bucket, extending infinitely, grasping towards Inky black handprints.

"Well."

The big handprint smashed into this devil's claw, bursting into a muffled thunderous sound, banging the heavens and the earth, if the energy like ink splashed and fell down, it was constantly corroded on the star screen, if it melted Like the plastic, except that a thin layer remains without cracking.

If there is no barrier of this star screen at this time, then it is not known how many wind family children will die in this ink rain.

"I shatter."

Guangming Shengzi made a violent drinking, the demon claw suddenly forcefully, grabbed directly, the mighty huge handprints, even in the palm of his hand was pinched by him.

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