Chapter 47 The Fifth Madman

Magnificent buildings give life a magnificent beauty. The huge columns need to be hugged by several people, and exquisite kisses are carved on the classical eaves above the head. Unfortunately, the hall has been dilapidated and destroyed, and the spreading weeds climbed up the once arrogant huge porch pillar, leaving only the once glorious ruins. A huge stone sword stands in front of the hall. Although it has gone through the wind and rain, the fierce and murderous atmosphere that can't be concealed still goes straight to the sky...

A low sigh came from the old man's back for many years... A lightning came through the air, hitting the huge unconcealed pillar, and countless gravel flew in an instant.

The old man turned around, his long hair danced without wind, and his roots rose. His face was ferocious with anger, and he looked angrily at the layers of dark clouds covering the top of his head.

"God, are you so snobbish?" There was an anger in the old man's arrogant voice. The rolling thunder drowned the breath of heaven and earth, and a thick lightning cut through the void, and the air burned into a vacuum where it passed, as if it were against the old man.

"Boom!"

A huge roar sounded between heaven and earth, the four fields shook, and the dark clouds in the sky rolled rapidly, like a sea of anger. The old man actually punched the dark clouds all over the sky, venting his fierce anger. With the power of one punch, heaven and earth change color.

The old man's contemptuous attitude angered the master of the world. Countless thunder came on the dark clouds and became a thunder sea battery in the air. Countless black lightnings bombarded the old man as small as ants between the huge columns with the power of heaven and earth. At this time, the torrential rain came in an instant, and the ruins of this magnificent palace turned into a vast sea.

"Hahahaha..."

The old man looked up to the sky and smiled, and his arrogant figure was like a sword, standing in the storm like a dark night. He stretched out his right hand high, with an index finger like a halberd, pointing to the sky of the thunder sea battery and shouted: "God... unkind... unkindness... injustice... the fifth madman..."

"Boom."

The blurted name actually led to a Thunderbolt from the sky.

"Haha...haha..."

In the loud laughter, the old man jumped, and his thin body suddenly rose in the air. Shouting loudly, "I was afraid of you a hundred years ago. Who will be afraid of whom a hundred years later?" The force of both hands drives the rain, like a black dragon roaring away to the dark clouds in the black sky. The loud noise in the air overwhelmed the roaring thunder.

I don't know how many hours, the old man roared at the sky like a madman in the air. From time to time, countless Yuanli hurricanes hit the sky and fought with the dark thunderbolt...

I don't know how long it took, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and although the sun after the rain did not come out, it dyed the clouds in the air into a faint pink. The old man's hair was open, his eyes were clear, and his feet were in the void. Suddenly, he looked up to the sky and roared in response from the mountains in the distance.

"Haha, happy."

"The fifth madman is the fifth madman, still so reckless, just like a bloody stunned young man."

The voice is soft, like a person scratching the soles of your feet with a chicken feather.

"Ah!" A strange roar sounded, and the fifth madman in the air suddenly rushed down. A huge pillar of Yuanli suddenly came out of his hand. The strong spirit enveloped the person who had just spoken. Once the terrible Yuanli hurricane is hit, the woman will not immediately turn into powder.

"Boom."

The rapidly coming body of the fifth madman turned into a rainbow in the air, which unexpectedly came first after the Yuanli hurricane. The huge Yuanli hurricane suddenly spread behind his back, and the loud waves were like angry sea waves. And the woman who spoke, the center of the wild wave, was not affected by the waves, without any abnormality, and even the fiery red dress did not move.

"hehe." The woman's smile was unusually crisp in the cool breeze. She said in her laughter, "I said you wouldn't kill me. How could the fifth madman in the world make it difficult for me, a little woman?"

"Hahahaha." The fifth madman laughed like thunder in the air and suddenly burst into laughter. He stared and shouted, "Little girl, you are really brave and scheming. She is worthy of being the old nun's closed disciple. It seems that my work has not been in vain..."

"You brought me here not for that hard stone. How many times have I said that I won't..." The masked girl said coquettishly.

"Haha, I said you will, and you will definitely..." The fifth madman is full of self-confidence.

With a dream veil, the woman in red turned her head, pouted and stopped talking. She could see that it was a young girl.

"Hahahaha." The fifth madman's smiling eyes narrowed and his beard trembled. He turned around and walked out, and the girl slowly followed. From her steps, she could see that she didn't seem to be able to do martial arts.

After a few steps, his face suddenly changed and he shouted, "What kind of sneaky person, get out."

"I didn't expect that the fifth madman in the battle was so obscene."

With the sas, a figure slowly emerged from the back of the porch pillar. The man's long pale blonde hair fluttered in the wind, his dark eyes showed a shining light, and his thin but straight body stood there casually, inadvertently with a look of Yue Zhiyuan. That man is Han Feng.

"You little yellow hair is not small." The fifth madman looked at Han Feng with a look like looking at a poor chicken.

"The fifth madman, who is famous all over the world and envied by genius, didn't expect to be a little man who only knows how to steal chickens and dogs." Han Feng did not show fear, he shouted.

"Do you know who I am?" The fifth madman showed a strange look.

Han Feng stood up the sweaty spine, continued to pretend to be an old god, and said loudly, "Of course, I know that there is no one with magic skills, the voice is unparalleled, unparalleled, the first in the world... God is the first, my second fifth madman, who knows who knows?" After saying a piece of flattish like a tongue twister, he even felt blushing. It turned out that he still had the potential to be a flatterer. He felt that his throat was dry and he wanted to take a sip of water to quench his thirst. However, under the strong pressure of the fifth madman, a chill came up along his tail bone and suppressed the dry thirst. Go down.

The fifth madman dominated the world, but he had never seen a person like Han Feng. He looked at him with great interest, and his initial anger slowly melted into a play-like look.

"It's just... er... old man,... shouldn't hold a woman hostage." Han Feng finally said what he wanted to say, and he felt that his thigh was a little weak.

"Oh, do you have anything to do with this woman?" The fifth madman asked.

Han Feng said loudly, "Now the martial arts people in Wuhuang City say that the fifth madman who has not appeared in the world for a long time kidnapped a girl from Qingcheng to compete here..."

The gully on the face of the fifth madman is still so deep, but although it is a little muddy, there seems to be a strange look in his eyes that can see through everything. He said, "So, even if you know who I am and know it's not my opponent, you come here to save people. What an idiot." Suddenly, he said sharply, "Aren't you afraid of death?" In an hour, the air suddenly solidified, and the red sun after the rain turned pale.

The cold sweat finally flowed down Han Feng's cheek. He still heard some legends about the fifth madman. The fifth madman himself is a legend - the former guardian of the magic prison has not heard of a failure in a hundred years. Since the defeat of the fall of the magic religion, he once created the sword magic hall, but because of the help of the crowd, someone betrayed the rules. The fifth madman killed the betrayed gang and disbanded the sword demon hall, so he did not know the end. The tyranny of the fifth madman is well known all over the world. Unexpectedly, after Yi Jiazi, the arrogant madman of the past reappeared in the lion slope, and it is rumored that he also kidnapped a beautiful disciple of the Qingcheng faction who came to the martial arts competition. Han Feng was not a reckless person, but he immediately thought of Murong Ruxue. Therefore, he immediately came and witnessed the scene of the fifth madman fighting between heaven and earth, and his heart was cold.

"Who is this person? I'm afraid I'm like an ant in the eyes of the world..." Han Feng beat the small drum in his heart.