Chapter 90： Death of Death (1/2)
Looking at the elder Mude who fell on the ground and fleshy, at this moment, everyone finally realized how terrible the ancient Qingfeng was. If they had a little luck before, then at this moment, everyone will no longer have the idea, some Just despair, just fear.
That's Elder Mude, a real Jindan who has been practicing for more than 700 years!
He was so smashed by the skin of his kick!
In this case, who dares to have any non-discrimination?
What other luck?
How dare you have any luck?
No more! Absolutely not! Not at all.
When Elder Mude flew horizontally, there were a few people on the ground paralyzed on the ground. Mu Zibai, Li Can, Li Sen, Yun Hong, Ye Hui ... They all had festivals with Gu Qingfeng before. With a hint of fortunateness, now it's gone, completely desperate, face as dead as death, paralyzed on the ground, at this moment they finally realized how stupid they were before, stupid went to provoke Gu Qingfeng.
”Cough! Cough!”
In the distance, Elder Mude covered his chest, forbearing the pain of fleshy skin, but stood up tremblingly, pointing at the ancient wind, what he wanted to say.
At this time, Gu Qingfeng, who had been silent in the air, suddenly opened his mouth, pointed at Elder Mude, and said in a deep voice, ”Move you again, kill you!”
Tochigi never dared to move.
”Kneel me down!”
The ancient breeze drank with a thunder, sounding like a thunder, sounding like dysentery, deafening, and a mighty sound. On the spot, he blew Mu Dezhen's seven tricks on the spot, knelt down, and kneeled on the ground.
Quiet.
Quiet and boundless.
In the market, the eardrums roared, and Gu Qingfeng's mighty power echoed in their minds, lingering and endless.
Elder Rende was also shocked by the words just now, and shuddered in shock. He felt that the ears were different, and he quietly touched them. This touch didn't matter. It turned out to be blood. He raised his head and looked again. The ears ... all of them overflowed with blood.
Oh my god!
Looking at this scene, Rende almost didn't mention it, and almost passed out.
I don't know how long it has been, no one knows, everyone has forgotten the time.
The ancient breeze fell on the ground from the air, and his eyes fell on Fei Xue.
Xun Feixue was kneeling there, shaking, her hair spreading, her head covered with blood, her head already bleeding.
She is not dead, nor is she unconscious.
It wasn't how arrogant she was, but that Gu Qingfeng didn't let her die or comatose. She knew everything that happened on the field, but she was more afraid than anyone else.
古 When Gu Qingfeng walked towards her, Feixue was like hearing the footsteps of death.
”help me……”
Save?
Who dares to save?
Who can save it again?
nobody.
”My father is a Jiuhua League ...”
She tried to lift out her father and the Jiuhua League, but the words didn't fall, and Gu Qingfeng slaps over.
With such a slap, Fei Xue's neck broke, her head was on her shoulders, her mouth opened, and she never dared to say a word.
”Fei Kui.”
The ancient breeze called Fei Kui's name.
Fei Kui looked up, looked up, panicked, and asked with a tremor: ”Gong ... Gongzi, little ... little is here.”
”Bring over the papers she signed and drawn.”
Fei Kui hurriedly found the copy of Blizzard from a typewriter, and then passed it tremblingly.
Gu Guqingfeng took a look and still came to Feixue and said, ”See clearly, this is your paper.”
Paper ...
Is he going to ... request?
”Don't you always want to know what would happen to me if you were not polite? Now I'll tell you.”
As soon as Gu Qingfeng raised his hand, the piece of data was sucked into the palm of his hand, and then he clapped his head in Blizzard's head, a crackling sound, like a sound of bone fracture, and then, Blizzard was as soft as a pool of mud On the ground.