Chapter 66 Demon Master

There is no earth-shaking collision as imagined, just like a piece of crisp glass falling to the ground. With a crash, in people's surprised eyes, everything was over.

There was a dead silence on the high platform illuminated by countless torches. People were shocked to see what happened.

Nangong spread his hair and knelt down on the high platform on one knee. His messy hair covered half of his face, and his face was pale. His eyes looked at the front dullly, but if you look closely, there is no accurate focus in those handsome eyes. He held a broken hilt in his right hand. The strange blood drinking has been broken into countless pieces.

Han Feng stood there straight like that, and the divine light in his eyes was like a cold star in the sky. The huge Xingtian radiated a kind of evil light in his hand. His long pale golden hair fluttered in the night wind, and there was a sound of hunting in black. People looked at this strange young man with awe in their eyes. A momentum over the world made him look like a demon god, extremely tall.

The holy emperor's special envoy fish mystery, an old face is like dead wood, and the frowning eyebrows make the staggered old lines more profound. Gujing's eyes looked extremely calm. He took a soft breath and muttered that this little guy was really interesting. Without turning his head, the old voice sounded and opened a table in the most expensive restaurant in the city...

"Yes."

The echo echoed, and the little one was missing. He slowly stretched out his old hand full of blue veins and blew away casually, and a puff of smoke sprinkled into the night wind with the wind. The good celadon in his hand has somehow turned into dust. At this time, a little boy came up and picked up a celadon teacup. He stretched out his hand, slowly picked it up, took a sip of it pleasantly, and the fragrance of tea floated around...

"Why is this so?"

Nangong stared at the short handle of drinking blood in his hand. A trace of brilliance slowly returned to his eyes. He suddenly looked up at the dark sky and shouted again. Although the voice is faint, the sadness and sadness make people sad. The tall image did not last long, and Han Feng returned to his collapsed appearance. No matter how you look at it, you don't look like a master. You silently look at the prince of Nangong and secretly said in your heart, what to pretend to let me wait like this...

Yu Xuanji took a sip of tea and said lightly, "This prince of the Nangong family is over..."

Before his voice fell, there was a strange sound from the high platform, and Nangong suddenly shot the short handle in his hand into the deep dark night. Immediately raised his red eyes and looked at Han Feng. The resentment in his eyes is clearly visible. He said in a chilling voice, "Nangong will remember your name for the rest of his life. The sky is not old, and the ends of the earth will also visit in a year..."

Han Feng nodded slightly, but did not say harsh words. He knew that he could not avoid coming. The countless figure of Nangong suddenly disappeared in place. I didn't even say a word to anyone else. A strong and bold voice suddenly sounded, and you caused great trouble. Han Feng turned around, but it was a strong figure like a mountain. The man was dressed in black and his eyes were as fierce as a tiger, but he was the crazy black brother. He somehow came to the stage and was looking at Han Feng, but at this moment, his eyes were full of fire, and there was even some admiration...

A low voice suddenly came, and I'm afraid there will be no peace in your Qingcheng. The voice condensed and did not disperse, but it was Duan Mudui, the owner of the Xiling Martial Arts Academy. At this moment, his eyes were complicated and he didn't know what he was thinking. Nangong's countless failure surprised him, and a sense of ominousness made him a little anxious. The invisible pressure hit Han Feng, making him feel cold and shocked. At this moment, a voice sounded at the right time. No matter how big the trouble is, I, Qingcheng, can bear it and I will not bother the owner of the wooden courtyard. The sound quietly faded the murderous spirit that enveloped Han Feng like spring water. It is Xi Zhong, the deputy director of Qingcheng Martial Arts Academy. The two have already made a move in their voices.

At this time, the disciples of Qingcheng woke up from shock and cheered loudly, and their faces were red with excitement. Han Feng walked down the high platform. Unexpectedly, as soon as I raised my foot, a burst of dizziness hit my mind, and I couldn't help staggering under my feet. This is the feeling of excessive weakness. He slowly closed his eyes and adjusted his breath secretly. Suddenly, he felt a faint fragrance coming, and a jade hand had been gently placed on his arm. Han Feng opened his eyes and saw a woman standing there quietly. What appeared in his eyes was concern and a faint smile.

Murong Ruxue helped Han Feng to walk under the stage, and the cool night wind blew. Their clothes were hunting and flying in the air, just like immortals. People can't help but be stunned. I care so much!" A faint voice sounded softly, but it was the oriental care in red. She looked at the couple slowly walking down the platform with complicated eyes, and a cold hum sounded without a trace.

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Han Feng and the two did not go far. Because something strange happened at this time.

"Keng."

A heavy sound like an ancient bell sounded in Han Feng's mind. It was Xing Tian, and Han Feng felt the warning from the magic axe to him. This is never imagined. What terrible things have affected Xing Tian's air machine.

At this moment, the strange feeling became stronger and stronger. Han Feng only felt that his cold hair stood up and suddenly pulled Murong Ruxue behind him. His mind moved, and the two beads in his body suddenly rotated rapidly. The golden power generated quickly restored his nearly weak body. He has to restore his body to its best condition in a very short time to cope with the unexpected.

Obviously, some martial arts masters present felt the terrible situation. People are alert, accumulate the strength of their whole body, and stare nervously at the night sky in the west.

Han Feng's eyes were shrinking, and his eyes began to become cold. Suddenly, he was shocked and felt that a cool little hand held his left hand.

Murong Ruxue's hand has been held on the sword handle of Qiushui, and she also felt the strange phenomenon. However, Han Feng should be said to be the sharpest spiritual perception among everyone, so his feelings are much stronger. The soft and boneless jade hand in his tight hand whispered that there was a situation. Murong Ruxue's martial arts is the first person under the Qingcheng Gate, and he has also walked around the world for many years. However, when Han Feng pulled her behind her, she was not angry. There is a trace of sweetness in my heart.

The sky in the west begins to change. The night, which was still red, gradually faded. The space is distorted and deformed. A ferocious and horrible beast's head slowly squeezed out and then exposed a long and narrow body. The terrible pressure immediately enveloped the world. The calls of all the autumn insects within dozens of miles around suddenly disappeared. Bugs are sometimes more** than people. The huge thing turned out to be a huge black tiger.

"Wow."

The low beast roared, and the ferocious eyes of the black tiger looked around countless people. People were silent, and the deadly silence enveloped the Lion Mountain. When the black tiger looked at himself, he couldn't help feeling cold all over. People with strong martial arts have raised their whole body to the peak and may fight at any time.

"Okay, Xiaohei, go down!"

A low voice came, and people found that there was a figure sitting on the black tiger's back. Whoo. The black tiger roared gently, as if replying, then stepped on the void and slowly walked to the high platform.

People stared at the figure on the back of the black tiger and saw that the man was extremely burly, his sword eyebrows were tilted, and his purple eyes made people feel extremely strange. There was a foot length between the man's eyebrows, and a golden needle pattern in the eyebrow peak flashed with dazzling golden light. A long red hair flutters in the wind.

People can't feel any fluctuation of power in that person, but his purple eyes make people feel like facing a monster, making people feel cold and erect. He slowly looked around, and a faint voice sounded.

"Is it so lively?"

"Who are you? What's the matter with coming here?

Xi Zhong asked in a low voice.

"Ha ha, I just happened to pass by. Come and have a look..."

With a strange voice, it pierced people's eardrums. The man paused again and said slowly, "Alas! You are all too weak to be your opponents. Otherwise, it will spread out and make those old monsters make fun of me again.

What a big breath, people can't help but be shocked.

"Wow."

The man turned to the sitting black tiger and said, "You also found it." He looked up and his purple eyes looked at Han Feng. The latter felt for a moment that he was controlled by a strange force. Unexpectedly, there was a momentary blank in the brain, and the power in the body suddenly slowed down a lot. The man's pressure has reached the realm of invisibly controlling human power and thought. A cold breath suddenly followed the meridians into the purple mansion. His divine consciousness was clear, and the rotation of the two beads in his body returned to normal.

"Oh!"

A faint surprise came. The man looked at Han Feng with some changes. Suddenly, he said, you smelled. It seems that the landing of the fierce beast has something to do with you. He shook his head again and said, "But how can you kill that fierce beast with your power? Well, now that I have a settlement, I won't pursue it anymore. It seems that the life and death of that beast should be fate in your hands. The man has been talking to himself, but there is an incomparable confidence and domineering tone, which makes people dare not interrupt.

A strange idea suddenly broke into people's hearts. But no one dares to say it. A Buddha horn sounded, and an old voice came from Master Baiyun's mouth. Is the donor from the demon realm?

"Ha ha."

The deep and strange laughter sounded, and people's faces had changed. Everyone remembered all kinds of terrible legends about the demon realm. The demon realm is naturally the world of demons. Legend has it that everyone in the demon realm is a top master. They drink blood, and some strong practitioners also have great magical powers. The human world, the demon realm and the demon world have always been the three interfaces between heaven and earth. It's just that the demon world was suppressed by the strong man in a war tens of thousands of years ago. But the demon realm is full of mystery. For countless years, the three interfaces have been well waterless, and even the exchange is only carried out secretly. Unexpectedly, a demon master suddenly appeared at this time. What does it mean?

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