Chapter 3979: How can this be?

"What kind of weapon is this? I feel that my soul is firmly locked." A voice came from behind Wang Feng, and his servants also felt a sense of crisis of life and death, even more than Wang Feng. To be richer.

After all, their fighting power is not as powerful as Wang Feng, and their soul is not as powerful as Wang Feng. Even Wang Feng can feel the crisis, so the feeling in their hearts will naturally increase.

Wang Feng's crisis felt that they might evolve into a sense of crisis of life and death.

"All dies!"

As the white pike became more and more condensed, the monster did not hesitate, he directly threw the white spear in his hand towards Wang Feng.

When the white spear was in the hands of the monster beast, Wang Feng felt only a sense of crisis, but as the monster beast threw the things in his hand, Wang Feng felt the breath of death approaching him quickly. .

Behind Wang Feng, all of his servants had already grown their mouths, because they had already felt that death was coming.

The whole body's hairs were almost erected at this moment, and the life and death crisis that Wang Feng felt at this moment was no different from facing a middle-level monk in the Immortal Martial Realm, and only monks of this level could bring him such feelings.

"Reincarnation!"

In the moment of life and death, Wang Feng turned his strongest supernatural powers into operation. At the same time, Wang Feng flipped his palm, and he also took out a spear, which was something he had snatched from Ye Cangqiong's hands.

This weapon belongs to the mid-level of Xianwu Realm, and it can also be said to be one of the most powerful weapons in the world.

Since this white spear had such a strong feeling for Wang Feng, Wang Feng must use his strongest strength, otherwise, he was afraid that he would not have the opportunity to use these things again.

Throwing out the spear in his hand, Wang Feng's spear hit the white spear straight.

The spear that Wang Feng threw out was much longer than the white spear, and even looked much more domineering in appearance, but when the spear and the white spear really collided with each other, the spear that Wang Feng threw out started to crack from the tip of the gun. Open, this Ye Cangqiang's weapon is actually inferior to the white short spear.

puff!

The long spear that Wang Feng threw out here is finished. One of the most powerful weapons in the world is now shattered, and as the true owner of this long spear, Ye Cangqiong, who was healing his wounds in a mysterious place at the moment, spouted blood.

After all, this spear and the thing that he once repaired the same life, now that the spear is destroyed, he will naturally suffer a backlash along with it.

Before this spear was placed in his Dantian space by Wang Feng, he couldn't find Ye Cangqiang even if he wanted to find his own weapon, because he couldn't feel where his spear was.

Wang Feng's body was a natural barrier, blocking his way to find his own weapon, and the armor fell into the hands of Jiang Yihuan, he didn't even want to find it, because Jiang Yihuan had covered up the breath of the armor early.

So he couldn't find the two treasures of Ye Cangqiong.

But now that the spear was destroyed, he immediately suffered along with it. Originally, he had been wounded before fighting the emperor and the Shenlong, and he has not suppressed the injury.

Now that the spear was destroyed, he suffered a backlash. Not only did his injuries fail to be suppressed, they even became heavier. ,

"Asshole, if I can find you one day, I must kill you by myself!"

Ye Cangqiong knew who owns his spear in his heart, so now that his spear is destroyed, he must have a great connection with Wang Feng, so at this moment he began to hate Wang Feng again.

Others hate him Wang Feng and don't know it, because at this moment he is facing his own life and death crisis.

After the small white short spear shattered the spear that Wang Feng threw out, it was still flying straight towards Wang Feng, without much resistance.

"What should I do?"

Seeing this scene, almost all the pores of Wang Feng's body were opened, and the cold sweat instantly covered Wang Feng's body.

It was just a monster at the early stage of the Immortal Martial Realm, Wang Feng didn't care about it, but it was such a monster that looked inferior to Wang Feng, but now it was a fatal threat to Wang Feng.

Wang Feng didn't know what to do for a while.

Just when Wang Feng hesitated, the small white short spear had already arrived in front of him, and penetrated into his head.

It was as if his head suddenly entered the cold ice water, Wang Feng's strongest offensive had been disintegrated, and he could hardly find a way to defend against this small white short spear.

Even Ye Cangqiong's weapons couldn't stop the small white short spear, and Wang Feng's body shield was a joke. At this moment, his head was directly pierced by the small white short spear.

Behind Wang Feng, his servants saw this scene, all their faces were pale like tin foil, and their hearts were cold.

Because their lives are connected with Wang Feng, once Wang Feng dies, they will definitely fall with him. This is something you don't even need to think about.

So when they saw that Wang Feng's head was pierced by this small white short gun, each of them was desperate because they knew it was over.

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There was a cool feeling in his head, and then Wang Feng felt that he had come into a white world. In this world, there was nothing but white, which is simply a blank head.

Wang Feng's eyes saw that the small white short gun was swept toward his head~www.wuxiaspot.com~ so Wang Feng's own head must have been slapped, otherwise he wouldn't feel this way.

Could it be that I have finished playing now?

It was cold all over, and Wang Feng felt as if he hadn't worn anything now, as if he had only consciousness left.

Is this the feeling of real death?

Doubts appeared in Wang Feng's heart.

But just when Wang Feng felt that he was going to be really cold, he suddenly felt that this place suddenly became hot and dry. After the white world was being occupied by the faint yellow, this hot feeling should have been brought by this thing. of.

The consciousness was being awakened bit by bit. When Wang Feng felt the heat that he couldn't bear, his eyes opened instantly.

His fallen body stood up instantly, making all the servants behind him widened, like a ghost.

You must know that they all thought that they would definitely die with Wang Feng's death, but what they never thought was that after Wang Feng fell and stood up again, he did not die.

"Are you not dead?"

At this time, an incredible voice resounded, and the monk transformed by the monster beast seemed to have seen a ghost at the moment, looking at Wang Feng's roundness, more shocked than Wang Feng's servants.

He knew that the little white short spear just now could completely kill any monk at the early stage of the Immortal Martial Realm, and even the mid-level monk of the Immortal Martial Realm suffered from this shot.

But what he didn't even dream of was that Wang Feng, who had fallen down, stood up again. The blood hole on his forehead was healing little by little, which meant that the little white short gun did not kill him. .

But how is this possible?