Chapter 1181: Feng Mo Jian Met

With a word, the Quartet is silent!

"What the hell! What do you call me?"

"Old stuff, boy Wuhuang, did you have a convulsion in your brain, or was kicked by a special donkey."

"Open your eyes and see clearly, who is the old man?"

"You bastard, it's really against you. Tianhuang doesn't dare to talk to me like that. Do you know what it means to respect the elderly."

"Today, the old man will give a good lesson on behalf of Tianhuang, you wicked bastard."

Feng Mojian turned into a black-clothed old man, his majestic face was almost black, and he was almost mad at Guhuang. When the Tianhuang boy came to him, he would call Senior.

How arrogant and rebellious to dare to call him an old thing and send him to Huangquan.

If it's hard to give a lesson, the face of the predecessor will not be saved.

"It's paralyzed, it's really bad, right?"

"You dare to mention my teacher, you are a shameless old man."

"I've seen people who don't want Bilian, I've never seen you like this."

"Boss black, kill him!"

Guhuang stepped out, and instantly deceived his body in front of Feng Mojian, and the **** brick in his palm was raised high, hitting the face of the old man incarnation of Feng Mojian on the spot.

"Little bastard..."

"boom!"

The black-clothed old man in the incarnation of Feng Mojian, even before he could even say his words, he was centered on the face by the **** brick, and a dull sound burst out of the void.

The black-clothed old man's sky spirit cracked, and the blood spurted out was more than a foot high, his figure fell backwards like a headed green onion, the whole person turned around, his eyes were staring at Venus, his consciousness was blank, his soul was almost not broken.

"what!"

"Boy, you..."

Three breaths, a full three breaths of effort, the black-clothed old man felt a trace of pain. The moment he opened his mouth, blood spurted wildly, and he held his head with both hands and made a wailing sound like a pig.

I don’t know how many years I have not suffered such pain, it is really so painful...

Not only the pain of the body, but also the pain from the depths of the soul.

The horseman, **** bastard, must have been kicked by a donkey in his head, and dare to really hit the old man.

Paralyzed, bastard, when the old man is relieved, he must teach you a lesson.

"boom!"

Without waiting for Feng Mojian to react, Guhuang's figure reached the back of his head for an instant, and the **** brick in his palm flashed and slammed on the back of his head fiercely. The skull cracked and plasma spurted out.

The black-clothed old man in the incarnation of Feng Mojian tried his best to scream, but he couldn't make a sound. The figure became transparent, suddenly turning into a sword body, suddenly turning into a human body, indeterminate, like a candlelight swaying in the wind.

"boom!"

The old demon is not soft-hearted, the **** brick in his palm is filled with strange brilliance, and a heavy blow hit the Feng Demon Sword again, with a terrifying blow, it smashed the void for hundreds of miles. .

Feng Mojian was smashed into a sword body abruptly, the brightness of the whole body dimmed, the ancient talisman of the sword body dissipated, countless cracks filled out, and its sword spirit was also dying.

"Old man, what a gadget are you, dare to pretend to be a big-tailed wolf in front of this son."

"Don't say it's you foolish, even if my teacher Tianhuang is immortal, dare to offend me."

"This son can't miss the shot, Zhuxia three magic swords, this son only recognizes the Jinghong sword."

"If you dare to cover my face, I will send you to Huangquan!"

"dead!"

The **** brick in the palm of the wild old demon instantly soared to ten feet, like a stubborn stone born on one side, and like a monument that traverses the eternal world and can suppress all things in the world.

Powerful, stalwart, profound, mysterious, ancient, full of the vicissitudes of the years, traces of ancient history.

Not many people know the true origin of the Great Black Brick, at least it does not belong to this era, or even the original era...

In the prehistoric era before the original, there was a legend of the **** brick.

When truly present, he was held in his hand by the treasurer of the Eternal Palace and used it as a sharpening stone.

Every crack and trace is a legacy of the war experienced, belonging to the trauma of the black boss, but it also belongs to his medal of glory.

"boom!"

The sky quashed, the void roared, and the sound was like thunder.

One of the magic swords of the Three Divine Swords of Zhu Xia, which was famous for its ancient reputation, and lasted through the three eras, was completely crushed into **** under the blow of the **** brick.

A blast of invisible wind blew by, bringing up smoke and dust in the sky.

The ashes disappeared, there is no longer a trace left.

"Feng Mo... is ridiculous..."

"The primitive true demons are far more affectionate and righteous than you, and they are more preached."

"The devil has fallen, it's useless to keep you!"

"Xu Hao, continue to fight!"

"Don't worry, this young man fights you empty-handed, let me see how much truth you got from the Xuanyuan clan."

Gu Huang stretched out his palm, and the black brick fell into it, turning into black light and disappearing, his eyes looked at Xu Hao in the opposite void.

The **** seal master!

The three major sword masters, Chengtian sword master, has fallen, and his sword is stuck in front of the tomb.

Only Jinghong Sword and Jinghong Great are still alive.

"Wuhuang, don't fight meaningless, you have wasted enough time."

"Hurry up and ask any questions?"

"After solving the matter between us, I won't care about you what you want to do."

Fu Huang stopped Gu Huang aloud, and his figure stepped closer to him. How he didn't understand in the first battle, Gu Huang showed it to him on purpose.

But no matter what, the value of Tsing Yi Wuhuang Jue is far beyond everything here.

This is an eternal wizard, it would be great if he hadn't been preempted by Tianhuang.

But now it’s not too late to meet, only the lost world can have a living world and the most complete law.

"Fuhuang, take a step to speak."

"The question I want to ask involves a lot and cannot be heard by a third person besides you and me."

"Not even this Supreme Sword Emperor."

Gu Huang looked at the Fuhuang in front of him, and gave him an unparalleled sense of oppression, more accurately a fatal sense of crisis, and this is not the real body, not even the Dharmakaya, it is very likely just the mind body.

Facing Fuhuang, he had to be cautious, because he only had one chance.

Without absolute certainty, he would never make a move easily.

Although I really want to cut it all over.

"Okay, let me follow you!"

"Xiyue, before I return, no one should move rashly."

"Let's go!"

Fuhuang's big sleeve rolled into the void, and a dark portal emerged directly, and he didn't know where it was leading. Just in the eyes of Guhuang, Fuhuang's figure fell into it.

"The Sword Emperor, no matter who it is here, everyone is missing a hair."

"You will regret it!"

"Trust me, don't make unnecessary attempts, because you can't afford it."

"You can take it as advice or as a threat."

"It doesn't matter what you think."

Gu Huang glanced across the crowd, and the figure stepped into the dark portal until it disappeared completely...

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