Chapter 749 (1/2)

No one thought that after seeing Qin Feiyang, he would meet the son of the holy city.

Moreover, the strength is so strong.

Li Yefeng looked at the man in front of him. For the first time, he had such a heavy pressure.

The holy city is worthy of standing in the spirit world for thousands of years. The strength of a holy Son under the gate is to such an extent that no one knows the benefits of the earth. Otherwise, it will set off waves.

I'm afraid all the people on earth who know the existence of the spirit world will feel desperate.

To be sure, the existence of the king level peak must know a lot about the spirit world. Li Yefeng's mood is complex. Everyone is fighting day and night against such despair.

If he can chop a holy Son and send it back, it will certainly be a sensation. Those who know his identity will surely feel gratified.

”Three fists?” Li Yefeng listened to this son's rave, did not feel humiliated and angry, but bowed his head and laughed, did not know how to respond.

This son, isn't he insensitive?

He didn't hide his own breath. Even if he didn't use dual fields, he had 9230000 basic strength.

Isn't it true that the strength value of this holy Son has reached 990000 level?

900000 level is a level. If you cross this level, you can be called the supreme pride of the spirit world.

950000 is the second hurdle, but after 950000, every 10000 more is a hurdle.

Up to 990000, it is another new obstacle. 990000 is a brand-new world, but there are very few people who can reach this level.

The Holy Son Cang Hao's face was cold, and the energy in his body was violent, which was very terrible. The imperial power suppressed the void directly, and everything between heaven and earth seemed to be shocked.

”Yes, as long as you can block my three punches.”

Li Yefeng smiles. It's crazy

”Is it time for the other three to show up?” His eyes swept behind canghao, behind several buildings, there were different people hiding.

Cang Hao narrowed his eyes: ”perception is extremely sharp.”

Three figures came out from behind the building.

He was a man with a sword on his back. He was about thirty years old. He had a sharp sword eyebrow and a cold look.

A person, elegant clothes and expensive ornaments, is also for youth, with a smile on his face and noble spirit.

One man, with a long cloth shirt and double arms around his waist, has a steady pace and is unsmiling, like a stinging tiger and a dark wolf.

”Where are the three from?” Li Yefeng asked calmly.

The man carrying the sword said coldly: ”Tianshu District, wanjian District, Jiansheng mountain, jianqingwu.”

Noble youth smile, said: ”Tianshu area hundred Dynasty District, Taiwu Dynasty, Taiwu Hengyi.”

The last one, with two axes at his waist, had a cold voice: ”Tianshu, Wujiang, sanxiu, Chisong.”

Li Yefeng looks the same, loose repair? Sanxiu, can you walk with the son? He is not so naive.

Even if it's true, this man named Chisong must be powerful and inhumane, and can enter the eyes of the Holy Son.

”Cang Hao, solve it quickly.” Sword green Wu light way, tone in, have a little impatient.

”I know.”

Cang Hao cold should a, immediately, heaven and earth buzz! The wind suddenly swept, the violent energy swept, Cang Hao's body is also blooming holy glory, behind a vague shadow emerged!

Li Yefeng looks up at canghao's figure and feels the strong breath of this holy Son.

Boom!

”Don't think too much of yourself!” Cang Hao blows out, and suddenly, a terrible pressure blows down. The space seems to be distorted. Jiutong and bingling'er can't move at all. The powerful pressure makes their bodies unable to move at all!

Li Ye's windbreaker was hunting in the strong wind. He felt that there was a fierce beast roaring in front of him. He had a golden light in his hand, and the powerful energy wrapped his whole arm!

Bang!

Suddenly raised his hand, a blow out.

Dong!

The void is twisted, and the ground under Li Yefeng's feet is cracked and sunken!

Bang!

A loud noise resounds, stars scatter all over the sky, and the prestige disappears without a trace. Li Yefeng calmly looks at canghao, who is full of amazement.

In Li Yefeng's hands, there is a golden spirit fog, which floats like steam.

”Is that all?”

Calm, irony.

Jian Qingwu and others are also a little surprised, even... Ironic?

This boy is so arrogant.

He doesn't know who he's dealing with?

Canghao is one of the holy sons of the holy city!

Moreover, with the body of Wupin, he was granted the title of Holy Son!

It shows its talent, how terrible!