Fantasy: Start with three thousand holy realms and create the Yama Palace!

not good. The old man was horrified and quickly retracted his sword. He swayed and quickly dodged to the side, trying to avoid Feng Chen's fierce attack.

However, the old man was still a moment too slow. Feng Chen's long black knife struck him on the shoulder. Blood immediately dripped from his shoulder. A heartbreaking pain spread from his shoulder. The old man couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. His face There was a hint of pain on his face. boom!

The black long knife hit the vest of another old man. However, at the moment of being hit, a large amount of thunder and lightning appeared on the old man's back, barely blocking the blow. The old man was also slashed back several steps, and a trace of scarlet blood followed it. The corners of his lips overflowed, obviously hurt by Fengchen.

Damn bastard, we will not let you go today. We must tear you into pieces to vent the hatred in my heart! The two old men stared at Feng Chen with ferocious faces and gritted their teeth.

Yeah? Feng Chen sneered, a trace of bloodthirsty flashed in his eyes, and said coldly: In that case, I will send you on your way first. After saying that, Fengchen's body suddenly disappeared and reappeared in front of the old man. He picked up the black long knife in his hand and slashed at the old man's head. boom! The old man quickly waved his sword to resist. clang! A crisp sound resounded throughout the world, and the old man's fingers holding the sword hilt made a clicking sound. A sharp pain came from his wrist. Shocking scars appeared on the tiger's mouth of his right hand holding the sword, and blood dripped. Fall down.

Plop! The old man knelt on the ground involuntarily, holding his injured arm with both hands, his eyes full of shock.

Although he did not have heaven-level power, he was still at the pinnacle of earth-level cultivation. None of the heaven-level experts they had encountered in the past had such strong physical strength. A cold light surged in Feng Chen's eyes. He swayed again and quickly appeared in front of the old man. He swung the black long knife and slashed hard at the seriously injured old man. boom!

There was another muffled sound, and the old man's right arm was cut off by Feng Chen. The entire right arm fell from half of his body to the ground, and a bloody arrow shot out.

The old man in white robe watched helplessly as his broken arm fell, and his face was suddenly full of fear. He never thought that he would be defeated at the hands of a young boy. This was really embarrassing. He felt so ashamed that he raised his head and stared at Feng Chen fiercely. Now only the old man in black robe is left.

Why don't you continue the attack? Feng Chen looked at the old man in black robe and asked calmly. you! The old man opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say. They never thought that their two brothers would be defeated by Feng Chen. This was simply a shame and humiliation, which filled his heart with humiliation and regret. how? Are you afraid? There was a sneer on Fengchen's lips.

Huh, are you scared? I am the worshiper of the Tuoba family, how can I be afraid of you, a mere child who has just entered the heaven level? I just don’t want to waste my life using secret techniques. Do you think I am afraid of you? You overestimate yourself too much, aren't you just relying on some means? Today, I will risk my life to kill you completely to avoid long nights and endless dreams.

The black-robed old man's face darkened. Seeing his brother being beaten like this, he was furious and looked at Feng Chen coldly.