unscrupulous angel

"..." The big hooligan was speechless, the Shuangjue emperor actually beat him back alive, this grudge is really big!

"Which is the heir of the Shuangjue Emperor? The old man will use his blood to return to the top!" Feng Feiyu stood in midair, and the aura emanating from his body was unusually violent.

"Haha, Feng Feiyu, I didn't expect our purpose to be the same." Leng Wushuang laughed loudly and said, "Did you see that little guy next to Yao Lingtian on the ring? He is the apprentice of that old guy Shuangjue. Kill him, no one can stop you now!"

"I'll wipe your fairy board!" The big hooligan couldn't help yelling, I'm a fucking meow and I didn't jump into the well with your child in my arms, do I have to fight me to death? !

"That boy, are you the apprentice of Emperor Shuangjue?" Feng Feiyu raised his finger condescendingly and pointed at the gangster, "Okay, okay, okay, I want you to live or die today!"

"I beg you, sir!" The big hooligan raised his middle finger directly at the devil Feng Feiyu, and it was both hands.

"Hmph, your mouth is quite stiff, I hope you won't beg me for mercy for a while." Feng Feiyu sneered again and again, the magic kung fu started to work, and suddenly there was a gust of cold wind, which made people feel chills down their backs.

Above the arena, Rogue Dragon, Ban Zhuan, Yin Jian, Tian Jue, and Yao Ling Tian were immediately blown away by an extremely powerful aura.

Only the big hooligan was left, standing alone on the ring.

The powerful aura pressed down on the big gangster, and the big gangster only felt the blood in his body surging, making him feel unspeakably uncomfortable.

"Boy, don't worry, the old man will not kill you easily." Feng Feiyu chattered strangely, and suddenly slapped the void with his right hand casually.

The extremely ghastly palm prints appeared out of thin air, carrying gusts of sinister wind, and slammed towards the big hooligan.

The big hooligan didn't dare to be careless about the attack of the powerful sage.

Uncle Fu was restrained by Leng Wushuang, and it was quite difficult for the Demon Empress to deal with Song Tianque.At this moment, he can only rely on himself.

"Break it for me!" The big hooligan quickly received with both hands, and the space in front of him twisted for a while.Immediately, a blood-red beam of light shot out, and the secret technique reincarnated!

The big hooligans would not dare to resist the attack of a strong man at the level of a holy king.

The only way to resolve the crisis is to attack against attack!

The blood-red beam of light was extremely fast, and it hit the palm print fiercely in the blink of an eye.

However, this reincarnation did not play any role.

It's not that Samsara isn't strong enough, but that the cultivation base of the big hooligan is really far behind Feng Feiyu.

No matter how powerful a move is, it also depends on who uses it.

If reincarnation was used by the Emperor Shuangjue, Feng Feiyu's attack would definitely be easily dispelled.

Boom~!

The palm print was directly slapped on the hooligan's body.

The entire arena instantly became necessary.

With just one slap, the big gangster spurted blood wildly, his face pale as paper.

Although he barely stood among the ruins, his crumbling body seemed to fall down at any moment.

it is good!

Everyone from the Wang family, Ning family, and Yun family smiled happily.

Feng Feiyu made a move, the big hooligan was doomed this time!

Hooligan Long, Ban Zhuan, Yao Lingtian and others all frowned and worried.

But they are willing to help in time, but they don't have the ability.

Feng Feiyu, a strong man at the level of a sage, how can they handle it?