The most powerful world overlord system

Chapter 45
"puff"

He Lou Qingshan was taken aback when he heard Jiang Feichen's words, but Yang Yumei who was at the side couldn't stop laughing, and burst out laughing.

Feng Yaotian is short in stature, and he is a hunchback, but he is always looking down on all sentient beings.

According to this angle of sight, what Jiang Feichen said was extremely vivid.

"Jiang Feichen, how courageous you are!"

How could Feng Yaotian not hear the sarcasm in Jiang Feichen's words, his face was ashen, and his veins bulged.

"Jiang Feichen, you still have a sense of superiority and inferiority in your heart. You are so disrespectful to this old man. Do you really think that you are valued by the Baibinge branch of Aojian City, and the old man can't do anything about you!"

Feng Yaotian trembled all over, pointed at Jiang Feichen, and cursed loudly.

"If the old man wants to crush you, it's easy, but I just miss you when you are young, and the old man doesn't want to care too much about it.

If you still want to survive, you will sacrifice all of your sect's weapon refining inheritance, kneel down and beg for mercy, the old man can spare you once! "

"Minister Feng, you and I are both the stewards of Baibing Pavilion in Qinghefang, what is the difference between superiority and inferiority, I advise you not to think of me!"

Jiang Feichen didn't bother to look at it at all, Feng Yaotian almost ran away, and said indifferently: "For the sake of you and I being both in charge of the Baibing Pavilion, I will give you a little favor, and I don't care about you, but if you don't know Anyway, Jiang is not anyone who wants to pinch, can pinch!"

"Alright, alright, brat, today I will let you know that in this world, you can't solve any problems just by talking hard!"

When Feng Yaotian heard the words, he laughed out of anger, murderous intent arose in his eyes.

I saw him pinching his hands, and the raging fire energy immediately rose up in his hands.

The fire element flew into the air, and turned into a three-foot-three flaming knife.

The blade of the fierce knife trembled, and there was the sound of tigers roaring in the mountains and forests, trembling faintly.

In an instant, the entire deck of the Tengyun boat was filled with flames and heat waves.

"Master Feng, are you crazy? How dare you attack my master!"

When He Lou Qingshan saw this, he was frightened and angry. He stepped forward, raised his hands, and a crimson light shield immediately appeared in front of Jiang Feichen.

"Steward, please stop!"

Yang Yumei also raised her eyebrows, flicked her jade finger, and a fire jade hairpin flew out, swaying slightly in the air, and a curtain of fire hung down, also blocking Jiang Feichen and Feng Yaotian.

"You two still want to block me!"

Seeing the two blocking them, Feng Yaotian became even more furious. He sneered, and with a push of both hands, the Tiger Roaring Saber slammed down, slashing fiercely on the fire curtain and the red light shield.

"boom"

There was only a loud noise, and the fire curtain and the red light shield disintegrated in an instant under the slash of the tiger's roaring knife, turning into countless streamers of light, and scattered away.

Although Feng Yaotian has an ugly appearance and poor character, he is a late stage foundation-establishment monk. Compared to He Lou Qingshan and Yang Yumei who were in the middle stage of foundation establishment, he is more than a step ahead.

The tiger's roaring knife broke through two layers of obstacles, and even slashed down on Jiang Feichen's heavenly spirit cover. The howling wind almost tore all the clothes on Jiang Feichen's body.

"Old man!"

Jiang Feichen was shrouded in the heat wave of the tiger's roar. Although his skin was unbearably hot, there was no trace of fear on his face. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and the cold light flickered in them.

With one palm, the flawless spiritual weapon, the Tiangong Spirit Forging Hammer, was immediately held in his hand.

On the wrist, there is a Tiangong primary divine power bracelet, with spiritual power surging and ready to go.

Even though Feng Yaotian was a cultivator in the late stage of Foundation Establishment, the Tiger Roaring Saber was blocked by He Lou Qingshan and Yang Yumei, and more than [-]% of its power was lost.

Jiang Feichen practiced the supreme spiritual formula "The Sutra of the Beginning of Daoyuan", and with the help of the forging hammer and the divine power bracelet, it was not difficult to block this blow.

However, at this moment, he already had murderous intentions towards Feng Yaotian in his heart, so he didn't act hastily.

Jiang Feichen's mind was running fast, and the Zilei chasing lightsaber, a middle-grade spiritual weapon behind his back, was also vibrating faintly, waiting for the best opportunity.

"Master Feng, do you really want to do this? My master and you are both in charge of the Baibing Pavilion. If you dare to do this, Master Feng Luanhai of Aojian City can't save you!"

He Lou Qingshan was extremely frightened and furious, his red light shield was broken, and the roaring tiger knife was approaching, and it was too late to activate the spirit art.

In a hurry, He Lou Qingshan didn't think too much about it, he stepped in front of Jiang Feichen, gritted his teeth, and a blue talisman rose from his fingertips.

"Mid-grade talisman, green wood cover!"

He Lou Qingshan yelled loudly, and the brilliance of the blue talisman rose up, turning into a light blue mask, which immediately covered him and completely covered him and Jiang Feichen.

"bang"

The Tiger Roaring Saber with condensed spiritual power also slashed down at this moment, and slashed heavily on the green wood spirit cover, making a dull and loud noise, and even the Tengyun Zhou under everyone's feet swayed slightly.

In an instant, the tiger roared fiercely, turning into chaotic fire elements, flying in all directions.

And the cyan mask also became a little dim.

"Hmph, can a mere middle-grade spirit talisman stop the old man? Today I will cut Jiang Feichen under the sword!"

Feng Yaotian grinned fiercely, his figure also activated at this moment, his thin and short body, like a poisonous snake coming out of its hole, turned into a phantom, and rushed towards Helou Qingshan.

"Mid-grade high-level spiritual weapon, Black Tiger Blade!"

Feng Yaotian yelled violently, turned his palm up, and a red short knife, which was somewhat similar to the Hu Xiao Lie knife just now, rose in his hand, and slashed down again towards the green wood spirit mask in front of He Lou Qingshan.

"A mid-grade high-level spiritual tool, the Red Flame Ruler!"

He Lou Qingshan also shouted loudly at the same time, he flipped his palm, and a red jade ruler with fire patterns all over his body was also stimulated by him.

In the middle of the sky, he went straight to face the Black Tiger Blade in Feng Yaotian's hand.

"clang, clang"

In mid-air, the spiritual power surged, and the Xuanhu Lie Dao shattered the green wood spirit shield with one stroke, and collided with the Chiyan ruler, sparks flew everywhere.

There is even more turbulent elemental force that surges away, and spreads out from the top of the Tengyun boat. Within a radius of several hundred meters, the heat wave is rolling and the flames are soaring into the sky.

"puff"

On the Tengyun boat, He Lou Qingshan's face turned pale, his body backed up a few steps, a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, and he suffered serious internal injuries.

But in the middle of the air opposite, Feng Yaotian's figure only paused slightly.

The difference in spiritual power between the seventh level of foundation building and the fifth level of foundation building is more than double. At this moment, Feng Yaotian has not used his full strength yet.

"Since you dare to stop, go with Jiang Feichen!"

Feng Yaotian laughed wantonly, he pressed the palm of his hand, and the Xuanhuo blade slashed towards Helou Qingshan.

"It's over!"

Seeing this, He Lou Qingshan couldn't help but feel a sinking heart, his eyes were ashen.

"Steward, please stop!"

Yang Yumei also screamed, the changes in front of her eyes were too fast, beyond her expectation, and it was too late to stop her.

"The sword is ten miles long, and the snow is falling!"

However, at this moment, behind He Lou Qingshan, a cold soft drink suddenly sounded at this moment.

In an instant, electricity was generated in the void, purple light lingered, snowflakes fell, and a flash of sword light pierced the sky for ten miles.

　The sword moves ten miles across mountains and rivers, Lao Niu likes this move very much!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)