Chapter 270 Difficult to choose

However, before the scolding of the reserve soldiers fell, the thunder and lightning had fallen. Then, the thunder and lightning fell one after another. It was not until the number of thunder and lightning in front of them reached nine times that the thunder clouds in the sky began to slowly dissipate.

The thunder and lightning fell quickly, but in Chen Feng's eyes, nine thunder and lightning seemed to fall for a year.

"The power of thunder and lightning has the power of time."

Chen Feng suddenly thought of a possibility. No wonder the demon god said that as long as the person who was hit for the first time could no longer avoid the next thunderstorm, that was because after the first blow, he was locked by the thunder cloud. The thunderstorm was a mixture of the power of thunder and lightning and the power of time. No matter how he ran, he could not run out of time.

Thinking of this, Chen Feng felt the power of the god of light. Among other things, after the god of light swept the mainland, he also cleaned the battlefield for the other party and changed the time on the mainland.

"Even if I am not the descendant of Chen Tianyou, I will find the god of light to settle accounts. If I am the descendant of Chen Tianyou, I can't let go of the god of light. Is this fate?"

Chen Feng said to himself for a while before turning his eyes to the battlefield. He saw a charred human figure suddenly stand up, and there was still one on the ground. Chen Feng observed for a while. It was the demon who died on the ground, and it was the reserve soldiers who stood up seriously injured. Even after being hit by several thunderstorms, he failed to kill him. Chen Feng reassessed the strength of the reserve soldiers.

"And you, Chen Feng, no one will come back to save you now, 'bath in glory'."

After hearing the other party shout this sentence again, Chen Feng felt the warmth of the light sprinkled down the sky, with a feeling that made people fall asleep, and the injury on his body recovered quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"This light can heal the injury."

As soon as Chen Feng shouted in surprise, he immediately felt that the light could only cure the trauma, but the soul injury showed no sign of healing, and the surprise in his heart also faded a little. The body injury was already better than the soul injury. This light only accelerated the physical injury, the really most important injury The momentum is the wound of the soul, and this light is useless, that is, under the bright appearance is full of failures.

"Are you surprised? Hey hey hey, boy, you have become the leader of the demon clan now. As long as I kill you, the demon clan will have no leader."

As soon as Chu Xiubing finished speaking, his footsteps turned around and quickly arrived in front of Chen Feng. Although Chen Feng was prepared, the other party was still too fast. Before Chen Feng moved, the other party's fist hit Chen Feng.

"Bang."

Chen Feng's whole body was beaten out as if he had been hit by the other party.

On the way out, Chen Feng spit out a mouthful of blood: "Puff."

"Hahahaha, even if you are seriously injured, you can be played with applause."

Chu Xiubing laughed and wanted to express his depressed mood. He approached Chen Feng step by step, and a long gun composed of light gradually appeared in Chen Feng's eyes in the palm of his right hand.

"Go to hell."

Chu Xiubing's words fell, and the long gun in the palm of his hand was thrown to Chen Feng. When he saw that the long gun was about to fall on his body, a sound came, and a huge ruler fell fiercely in front of Chen Feng.

The radiant gun fell fiercely on the huge ruler, and then exploded, and the scattered energy and light made Chen Feng's eyes unable to open.

After the light went dark, there was a man standing in front of Chen Feng. From his back, it could be seen that he was an old man.

"My little friend has been vigorous over the years."

Chen Feng saw the old man in front of him in the low light. He was around 60 years old, with white hair all over the sky, and even his beard was snow-white.

"Old man, it's you."

Chen Feng recognized the man in front of him, who was the old man who hit the iron shop in the underground auction house in the thunder, who was also known as the previous patriarch of Wu.

Now Chen Feng no longer doubts about that identity. When Chen Feng traveled to the mainland, he gradually confirmed the value of Wuzong's "martial arts". How powerful it must be for Wuzong, a huge thing in the past, to compete with those gods with the organization of mortals.

Chen Feng looked at the old man in front of him and didn't know what happened to the old man's sudden appearance here.

"Ha, little friend, I originally saw the demon clan attack the City of Thunder, so I wanted to go out and do some help. As a result, when the reinforcements arrived, the demon clan was suppressed back. I had to move outside the city for a few days. During this period, I also moved my old bone. Today, I suddenly felt a huge energy here. Fluctuation, I came to have a look, but I didn't expect to see you.

"Old man, this guy is very powerful, stronger than the God of War. Although he is seriously injured now, it can't be underestimated."

"I naturally know that you are a subordinate of the God of Light?"

"Well, old man, this has nothing to do with you. If you want to intervene, I don't mind killing you here."

As soon as Chu Xiubing finished speaking, he saw the old man opposite move, and the huge ruler in his hand cut himself with a roar.

"Just like this attack, still."

Before he finished speaking, Chu Xiubing saw something terrible. His eyes widened and quickly retreated. He dared not say the following words.

The roar that had just come from the giant ruler soon turned into the sound of air explosion, followed by the sound of tearing the cloth.

"This is."

Chen Feng felt that the power of the move was not as simple as he saw. The old man did not reply and cut at the reserve soldier a foot.

Although Chu Xiubing was injured, he could still escape the attack at the god of war level, but under the attack of this old man, Chu Xiubing felt that he was locked by the other party's breath and could not get rid of it.

"Damn, this guy's strength is at least a low-level god, but how can there be such a character on the mainland?"

Chu Xiubing hid from the cut and thought about it for a long time, but he didn't hear that such a figure existed in the upper reaches of the mainland.

"Our Wuzong died because of your god of light. I will charge some interest today."

"Wu Zong."

When Chu Xiubing heard this, Chen Feng could see the panic in his eyes clearly.

Chen Feng saw the expression of Chu Xiubing and sighed in his heart about the majesty of Wuzong. After so many years, those who have experienced that battle or know that history will feel the blood flow of their whole body slowed down when they hear the name of Wuzong.

"That's right."

After the old man finished speaking, he took a step forward, and the power of qi and blood on his body was as heavy as a mountain under the feeling of the wind.

"Cut off the immortals."

A roar came from the old man's mouth, and the blue veins on the old man's arm were tight, and his breath was melted in the foot.

"This is the second beheading - killing immortals."

Chen Feng looked at a three-color energy blade cut out by the old man. The energy blade directly ignored the existence of the void and reached the side of the reserve soldiers in an instant.

The blade of energy was cut, without making much sound, and it did not make a huge explosion like the battle between the demon god and the reserve soldiers at the beginning, as if the breeze was blowing.

However, then, the Chu Xiubing spit out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body began to make a click sound. The bones of his whole body were all broken at that moment, and then made Chen Feng feel strange. Seeing that the body of the Chu Xiubing began to break, and each broken piece will quickly turn into energy and return to heaven and earth. Soon, only one soul was left in the place where the reserve soldiers stood.

"Ah, this is Wuzong's move. The remnants of Wuzong are not dead, my lord."

The reserve soldiers shouted at the sky, hoping that the god of light could hear his voice.

The old man put the giant ruler on his back and said to Chen Feng, "Cough, cough, when you are old, you can't do it. The rest has to be handed over to your little friend. Your black flame is a sharp weapon against the soul."

"You can't kill me and find me a body. After I give up, I will definitely tell you the reason why the god of light did that before."

Chen Feng threw out a chain and entangled the soul of the reserve soldier. He took a look at the old man and saw the old man sitting there looking at the sunset without expressing his opinion. Seeing Chen Feng looking at himself, he had to say, "Friend, it's getting dark, and I have to rush back to eat. Old man, I'll go first."

"Please forgive me. I'll tell you everything I know. There is a big secret in it."

"Oh, I really want to know, but I can't let you go. What a headache."

Chen Feng looked at Chu Xiubing and didn't know how to choose. For a moment, he didn't know whether to destroy the other party's flying soul.

"Oh, that's all right, that's all. In the future, I still have to find the God of Light to settle accounts, and at the beginning, you wanted to kill me many times, and I can't keep you."

As soon as the words fell, Chen Feng's knife fell, and the sickle with black flame gently scratched the other party's soul.