Rumble!!!

Ten Thousand Buddhas Dynasty Sect, one palm cracked the mountains and rivers, pressed directly on the stick, and rushed to the galaxy.

The power of the king is far from the power of Feng Qingyu, and in an instant, Fufeng was directly smashed into the galaxy.

Yes......

"Nest Grass ......"

Fufeng's right arm was almost broken, and his body rolled in the galaxy.

Feng Qingyu only has the power of a pseudo-king, surpassing the speed of the king, compared with the power of the pseudo-king and the power of the real lower king, there is still a hundred-fold gap.

The Buddha King obviously regarded Fufeng as the real king, but under the blow, he was immediately overjoyed, and he didn't expect that Fufeng's speed was indeed comparable to the king realm, but the real combat power gap was still so big.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

"Ten thousand Buddhas come to the court, peacocks open the screen!"

Whoa......

The remnants of a thousand hands were superimposed, and the Buddha King stepped into the galaxy in one step, and the handprint covering the sky was directly pressed towards Fufeng.

Fufeng was horrified, and he accidentally lost all the plates, and he didn't have time to dodge, so he could only wave his hand to control the Kunwang Bell and smash it at the Buddha King.

Bang!!

Buzz——————————

The ancient bell roared, the palm print thundered on the Kunwang Bell, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, and the bell shook into the Kamigawa Star Field, the vast galaxy, and the bright starry sky was melodious and endless.

Wow......

Kunwang Zhong was knocked away by this palm and spun rapidly in the galaxy.

Bang!

Fufeng stepped on the Kunwang Bell one step at a time, but he did not control the Kunwang Bell, but followed the Kunwang Bell and spun up, smashing into the galaxy rapidly, and the sky was dark in a blink of an eye.

Shout!!

Bang......

Fufeng smashed into a huge death star, and he couldn't control it at all.

Ahh......hh

Fu Feng screamed in horror, and fought against Feng Qingyu, it was not a death battle, and both sides also left room for each other, and it was only at the moment of the death battle that he realized that he lacked combat experience against the king realm.

Feng Qingyu III returned, and the experience of fighting masters must be much stronger than Fufeng, and King Luochen is from ancient times, and he is from the king realm, so it is definitely different.

Xuanyuan Scar is also a pseudo-king, the gap is not big, and the secret technique of the emperor sun and moon of others has narrowed the distance.

The most dishful thing is Fufeng.

Rumble!!

Bang......

Under the rotation of the Kunwang Bell, Fufeng smashed into the land of the Death Star at the fastest speed.

Rumble......

The entire Death Star was smashed into a huge pit by the Kunwang Bell, and the trajectory of its movement changed.

Fufeng also fell into the abyss, his eyes full of stars, and he was in pain.

"Om, well, what, horn, mic, huh!"

The six-character mantra of the Buddha King is mighty in the galaxy, the Buddha's light is full under the bright starry sky, and the Dharma body is all over the sky, covering the sky with one hand, as if he wants to hold the entire death star.

This is the strength that the king really should have.

"Nyima ......"

Fufeng roared in the abyss, drew the thunder bow, and roared the mountains and rivers.

Shout!!

Bang......

The void was pierced, and the war sticks turned into thunderbolts to tear through the darkness, driving meteors to smash into the Buddha seal.

Rumble......

In an instant, the palm prints were torn apart, and they went straight to the Buddha King.

The Buddha King was shocked, this thunder stick instantly tore the existence of the demon king, he galloped backwards, distanced himself from Fufeng, and desperately avoided the thunder stick.

Fufeng finally stabilized the situation, and now his brain is all paste, he is dizzy, and he walks in a hurry.

Wow......

Fufeng took away the Kunwang Bell, swallowed several healing elixirs in a row, controlled the war stick with his divine thoughts, and relied on speed to speed through the galaxy with the thunder bow in his hand.

Woohoo——————————

The Buddha King came again, relying on great strength and order to surround Fufeng again, not giving Fufeng a chance to cast a thunderous bow.

Wow......

Relying on his understanding of the limit of the wind, Fufeng kept speeding to avoid the attack of the Buddha King, and was embarrassed, but with this combat experience, he would not be so embarrassed when he faced the king next time.

......

King Luochen is the most powerful, after all, he is the true king, even if he is the next king, he is slightly stronger than the opponent, the embroidered sky sword technique is staggered, domineering, fast and ruthless, and every blow can tear apart the enemy's order and law.

The sun and the moon coexist, the mountains and rivers are turbulent, Xuanyuan is particularly strong with the sun and moon mark, plus the power in his body is really endless, just like a complete universe, and the other party consumes power to kill the other party.

Feng Qingyu never fights with the other party, wins with speed, and occasionally strikes a blow, which makes the world lose color.

Dressed in white, he and the ghost king formed two extremes.

The ghost king turned into a vicious ghost, and his soul attack was particularly strong, but he encountered a perverted existence with strong willpower.

Feng Qingyu's soul attack was almost ineffective, and unless he was the Supreme Holy War King, no one could help his soul.

Helplessly, Feng Qingyu's soul is invisible, so he is basically immortal.

Roar!!

The Ghost King roared, his strongest soul attack losing its effect and becoming embarrassed.

If the Ghost King dealt with King Luochen, he would never be so embarrassed.

Wow......

Woohoo......

Feng Qingyu crisscrossed the galaxy, shifting his shape and changing his shadow, using speed to consume the strength and spiritual power of the opponent, looking at the fierce roar of the ghost king, he said lightly, "Wang, is this bit of strength? ”

Roar!!

Wow......

The soul of the ghost king was overwhelming, turning into a realm to cover the sky, wanting to control the escape route of the dead wind and clear feathers.

Wow......

Chaos swallowed the sky, the wind demon appeared, and a shot wiped out the flood wilderness, and it directly pierced the ghost king's soul defense.

Yes......

The ghost king's soul was suddenly torn apart, and the pain was unbearable, and the roar shook the galaxy.

"Ancient Emperor Lin!"

Airplanes!!

Feng Qingyu raised his hand, rushed into the galaxy angrily, and the rank directly rushed into the sevenfold realm of the Nine Extremes Realm, driving the galaxy with one palm, and the galaxy rotated, like the Xinghe Luoshu, gathering infinite power, the palm print was condensed, and it was directly bombarded on the chest of the ghost king.

Bang......

Burst......

The dignified ghost king, who couldn't avoid Feng Qingyu's speed at all, was almost blasted through the essence of his soul by this palm, and a mouthful of essence blood spurted out of the sky, and the remnants flew upside down and smashed into the galaxy.

"Dead ......"

Feng Qingyu showed no mercy, and the color of the world changed as soon as he made a move.

Killing the king is not very difficult, even if he is not an opponent with a strong shot, he can still provoke the ghost king, making him lose an inch, and if he succeeds in a blow, he will not give the other party a chance to live like thunder.

Yes......

The Ghost King's eyes widened, and he roared in despair, his claws tore through the void, grabbed the spear, and threw Feng Qingyu away with absolute strength.

But Feng Qingyu shattered the galaxy with a horse gun, as fast as lightning, his wings twisted, his body rolled under the galaxy, and he pounced on the ghost king again.

The ghost king was terrified, and with a move of angry ghosts covered the sky, the sky was dark in an instant, and the sun and moon were dim under the galaxy.

Roar!!

The ghost king evolved into countless little ghosts, frantically biting Feng Qingyu.

Airplanes!!

The tip of the spear shook, and Feng Qingyu shattered countless incoming demons, and the wind blade rose from itself, swallowing countless demons.

Wow......

Whew——————————

The devil is endless, the wind blade is endless, devouring each other and consuming.

Feng Qingyu is like a god king, Yushu is in the wind, not chaotic, even in the face of strong enemies, there is no mess, there is a basis for advance and retreat, even if he retreats, he also maintains a certain demeanor.

This is the man who has returned from the third life.

And in the deepest part, the situation of Fufeng is getting better and better, and he began to concentrate on the practice of swordsmanship, and the order of kendo is unpredictable, and sometimes the stick art is staggered, making the Buddha King helpless with speed, and shattering the Buddha's words with the mystery of swordsmanship.

As time passed, Fufeng became more and more courageous, and the order of kendo became stronger and stronger.