Shamanism kills the god

"You killed my father?"

Mu Feng looked at Zhao Wuji, who was standing not far away, and took a step coldly, the blood in his body tumbling.

"That's right, I killed it!"

Zhao Wou-ki didn't deny it, his expression was as usual, it seemed that he had expected Mu Feng to ask such a question.Sensing the scorching hot blood in Mu Feng's body, there was no change on his face.It's just that he was at the peak of the elite realm, and he had no fear in the face of his own coercion, and his eyebrows were raised slightly, which seemed a little surprised.

"Why?" Mu Feng took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and took another step.

I don't know whether Zhao Wuji did it on purpose or not, the closer he was to him, the heavier the pressure on his face, and the gravity increased sharply.As if falling into a quagmire, it is difficult to move forward.

"The way is different, and we don't conspire with each other. In your father's eyes, there are only laws and regulations, and his mind is full of Legalism, but he doesn't know the real principles, which hinders the further prosperity of the Tongtian Dynasty. So, I killed him!"

Zhao Wou-ki stood motionless, looked Mu Feng up and down with great interest, and continued indifferently: "Yes, at a young age, you are as outstanding as your father back then. It really is a tiger father without a dog. It's a pity, when you are practicing The days are still too short. You want to seek revenge from me with this level of strength, but you are still too impatient. Alas, like, you father and son are so alike, both have the same peerless elegance, the same iron bones and full of passion. Back then, If your father backed down a little bit, why would the three of us turn against each other?"

"brother?"

Mu Feng smiled coldly, bubbling in his body, and the huge fluctuation of power climbed up again, and he took another step slowly, "My father, there is no such a ruthless brother who turns black and white like you. My father died at your hands Li; when I was young, my tendons were congested and I couldn't practice at all, so it was thanks to you?"

Mu Feng's face was cold, and he asked the last question. The blood in his body gradually boiled to the extreme, and the school robe on his body swelled round, blood rippling.

"That's right, you were unable to practice since you were a child, because you were hit by my Qijue Duanyang Fist."

Mu Feng's eyes showed a cold light, and his momentum became stronger and stronger, but Zhao Wuji, who was standing not far away, kept his face calm and unchanged.

After a pause, after looking him up and down, he continued calmly: "So far, you are the second person who survived my Qijue Duanyang Fist. The first one is Mu Wu, the old Patriarch of your Mu Mansion. Sin, Master Mu. The Mu family has a long history, it really is not easy! Mu Feng, come on, let me see what kind of ability the son of the third younger brother Mu Yuan has now! I only use one hand, and once I succeed , if you win, you can come in and out of this Wuji Temple at any time, and you can come back for revenge anytime; !"

One hand, one success?

Mu Feng raised his eyebrows, and after saying yes, he stepped hard on the ground, flew up, and slapped Zhao Wuji, who had unfathomable cultivation, viciously.

With this palm shot, a faint mist of blood appeared in the air.With his palm, there was no harsh piercing sound, nor was there a sharp fist style, but it seemed to be more dangerous than the joint blow of the three elders of Guangyuan.The many soldiers at the foot of the mountain were all shocked in an instant, and the qi and blood in their bodies became disordered.

Bleeding cotton palm!

As soon as Mu Feng made a move, he only attacked but not defended, and used his most powerful lore!

"Hey, you really have some skills!"

Feeling the power of his palm, the well-informed Zhao Wuji couldn't help but let out a scream, he punched lightly without dodging.

thump...

The fists and palms clashed, creating an invisible shock wave, and the surrounding banners rattled.

Mu Feng's palm looked light and fluffy, but the moment the fists and palms collided, it exploded suddenly, with astonishing power.However, when he slapped it with his palm, Zhao Wou-ki seemed to act as if nothing had happened.This palm seemed to be slapped on the cold and hard rock, not only could not hurt it in the slightest, but it was hit by a strong shock.

In an instant, Mu Feng felt a pain in the palm of his hand, and his entire arm quickly dimmed, almost turning into a puddle of blood, and in turn suffered heavy injuries from his blood-melting cotton palm.At the same time, a majestic force poured into his body, with incomparable rage, his whole body was shaken, and his heart was almost turned into meat sauce.The blood that was tumbling and scorching at an accelerated rate stopped, and almost lost all its yang energy, but was completely crushed by his punch!

Qijue Duanyang Fist!

As soon as he succeeded, Zao Wou-ki made Mu Feng deeply understand the horror of this move!

Horrified, he subconsciously withdrew and retreated quickly. After taking a few deep breaths, he forcibly calmed down the turmoil in his body.His face was pale, without a trace of blood, and he was almost fatally injured just by meeting him!

"That's right, the power of this palm is really extraordinary. No wonder you can't match even ordinary real-world experts. Unfortunately, your strength is still too weak to break through the physical defense of my real martial arts. Transformed into true energy, it is impossible to show the true power of this palm!"

Looking at the pale Mu Feng, Zhao Wou-ki shook his head.

The power of Mu Feng's palm was somewhat unexpected, but to him, it was far from enough to pose a threat!

The Qijue of True Martial Arts he practiced is said to represent the pinnacle of Martial Dao, and every time he breaks through a bottleneck, his power will increase greatly.The strength of his body is far beyond people's imagination. Standing still, it is difficult for Mu Feng to slap his physical defense!

"Come again!"

Mu Feng shouted violently, and flew forward again.

With a roar, he waved his hand and sacrificed the ancient killing weapon of the holy platform, pinched the Heaven-shattering Jue with his hand, and struck with all his strength!

This is the third formidable enemy whose attack has been ineffective since he comprehended the Blood Transformation Palm.

The first one is the Rain Demon who wears rune chains and claims to be in the semi-holy realm; the second one is the ghost mother who is blind, but has broken through to the sixth level of the Yinfeng **, and has cultivated the real body of bones; the third one, It is Zhao Wuji, the Grand Master in front of him!

At first glance, Zhao Wuji, the grand master of the court, has a white face and beardless, with a refined aura, like a great Confucian who is full of knowledge, calm and calm.However, when it comes to hands-on, the whole body is much better than the ghost mother.Faintly, it gave off an invincible aura, even compared to the Rain Demon in the semi-holy realm.

Such a strong enemy, one can only imagine how strong the coercion is!

However, under the unprecedented pressure, not only did Mu Feng not back down, but instead broke the boat and fought back desperately.The grand master in front of him is not an ordinary enemy, but an enemy who kills his father.As long as he can kill the other party, or leave him with a serious injury that can never be healed, he will die without regret!

"Hey, the ancient holy platform?"

Looking at the Zhanshengtai that rose at the sight of the wind and rolled over like a heavy mountain, Zao Wou-ki screamed again, and his face finally became a bit more dignified.