Chapter 696 (1/2)

In the flash of the lightning stone, Weng Hai couldn't bear to turn his face slightly. At this moment, Weng Hai also felt a sense of regret. He shouldn't have ridiculed Luo Feng and let this guy take part in this action on the spur of the moment. After all, this is a living life, and he is the brother of Xuanyuan Pavilion.

Boom!

The same script, but different results.

The ghost figure directly flew out, in this moment, even a lot of people did not see how Luo Feng made his move. Including Weng Hai, Weng Hai's eyes widened a few minutes. After half a meeting, he wiped his eyes subconsciously and vigorously. There was no mistake. It was not Luo Feng who fell down.

"This How can it be. " Weng Hai rubbed yuan's eyes. "What happened?"

"Actually, I always wanted to tell you." The eastern cloud sky in one side secluded ground to open, "Luo Feng's strength, is not under me."

"What!"

Weng Hai was stunned again. He felt a burst of burning on his cheek.

As if by a slap, this face hit, is really painful.

However, at the same time, Weng Hai's heart is a bit of surprise, one more strong, more hope.

"Good! We'll join hands again. East, you and Luo Feng join hands to hold down the ghost slave. We may not be unable to win. " Weng Hai Zhensheng said.

"Have a look." Dongfang Yunxiao didn't mean to continue to make a move. He looked at the front with a smile, "don't look at these people just now. That's the devil. It's the devil who meets the king of hell. They're doomed today."

Kid meets hell!

Weng Hai and others did not fully understand the implied meaning of the sentence Oriental Yunxiao, or they did not think that the young man in front of them would be the legendary existence of Xuanyuan Pavilion, the first one in Xuanyuan list and the king of Yama.

Whoosh, whoosh.

At that time, it is seven or eight figures toward Luo Feng joint attack in the past.

Before the figure arrived, the smoke rolled up.

The poisonous breath fills the whole space, and in an instant it devours Luo Feng

This scene, let Weng Hai and other people's mind again can not help but tight, including the eastern cloud, at the moment also eyes suddenly widened, staring at the front, palms faintly exuded sweat.

Whew! Whew! Whew! Whew!

Luo Feng's figure has been covered by the black fog cage, a sharp dagger penetrates the black fog and goes straight.

Boom.

A deafening sound.

Eight figures stabbed at Luo Feng, and all of them were shaken out. The blood arrows of each other reflected each other in the air, shaking people's hearts.

At the moment when the eight figures fell to the ground, the black fog also gradually dispersed. The long and straight body was still calm and calm. He walked out slowly and shook his head toward the ghost slave. "The so-called ghost fire, you know to set off a smoke bomb that doesn't hurt or itch?"

As soon as the words fell, many people's faces changed.

No pain, no itch?

You know, just now, there are quite a few big forces of martial arts planted in these poisons, but for Luo Feng, this is just smoke that doesn't hurt or itch.

"That's great." Weng Hai looked at Luo Feng and couldn't help but take a cold breath. His eyes were even more incredible.

Xuanyuan Pavilion, when did such a talented warrior emerge.

Weng Hai thinks carefully, the first person on the talent list is far less powerful than Luo Feng.

Is this guy hiding too much?

After the silence, there was also a burst of uproar.

"Not afraid of poisonous fog." The ghost slave's voice was obviously unexpected. His eyes were fixed on Luo Feng. After half a meeting, he did not say a word. His figure suddenly flashed into a black shadow, which was like electricity. He went straight to Luo Feng.

Luo Feng's eyes fell on the crown above the ghost slave's head.

That bead made Luo Feng feel excited. However, Luo Feng suppressed him. After all, his temporary identity is Yanhuang Xuanyuan Pavilion, which can never be seen that he is interested in the crown.

To be exact, it is the bead inlaid in the crown.