The flames burned.

Qin Feng hugged Nangong Yiren and bowed his head to her neck, his hair was curling.

Nangong Yiren closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, she frowned slightly, her face turned pale, and she looked as if she was seriously injured.

lips, leaving Nangong Yiren's neck.

The slashed blood mark healed at a very fast speed, and disappeared in an instant.

"Thank you. ”

Qin Feng looked at Nangong Yiren, who was already pale.

"No, don't say thank you to me..."

Although she didn't know what was going on, Nangong Yiren was still smiling, although she was very weak, she still wanted to present the best smile to Qin Feng.

In her opinion, as long as she can help him... That's enough.

"I, I'm so sleepy..."

"Sleep, wake up and everything is fine. ”

"Hmm... Hmm..."

In Qin Feng's arms, Nangong Yiren leaned on Qin Feng's shoulder, his heart was at peace, and he slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Hold Nangong Yiren in his arms.

Qin Feng stood up.

The moment it stands up!

Qiu Wentong was watching those seven-star disciples kill in the building at the moment, with a smug smile on his face.

As for Qin Feng in the center of the flame, in his opinion, he was naturally already dead and couldn't die anymore.

After all, that one is a Dan-level spell, a mere Qi Cultivation Boy, even if he goes against the sky, he will definitely die!

The only thing that made him feel troubled was one point.

That day, the hall master wanted a living person this time, and now that the person is dead, it is difficult for him to explain this matter when he goes back.

Just as he was thinking about how to go back and get back to the hall master.

Woo~!

On this street, there is a strong wind, howling!

A powerful aura emerged from the center of the flames.

Qiu Wen was stunned!

And then the horrific scene happened!

The flames of this whole street, including the fires that are burning the houses!

This moment!

All the flames, as if they had been summoned by some force, actually floated up and went straight to Qin Feng's direction!

Above the building, the panicked Qin employees, as well as the frightened people on top of the other high-rise buildings, all looked at these flying flames in amazement!

At the same time, a wave of air violently dispersed!

The fires around Qin Feng were all pushed away, and the flames from all around automatically began to gather in the sky above him, turning back into the huge fireball from before.

"How... How is that possible!"

Qiu Wentong looked at Qin Feng, who was holding Nangong Yiren in his arms and standing up again, and looked at the huge fireball suspended above Qin Feng, with an unconcealable horror in his eyes.

"Tsukiki...?!"

He was shocked to find that Qin Feng's breath had already reached the peak of Qi cultivation from the previous level, and had reached the bottom grade of foundation building!

But the breath of this foundation...

The coercion brought by it is beyond the inferior product of Yudan!

The moment Qin Feng stood up, many of the Seven Star disciples who had already rushed into the Qin Clan's building had already rushed to the second floor to kill.

Next, a scene that made Qiu Wentong even more stunned happened!

Behind Qin Feng, one Qin Feng after another appeared, there were sixty or seventy Qin Feng, and after they appeared, without saying a word, these Qin Feng rushed towards the building with a golden hoop stick.

The screams of the Seven Star disciples began to sound in this building one after another.

"You... How are you...!"

When Qiu Wentong saw the seventy or eighty Qin Feng clones that appeared, his eyes were stunned, and he was completely stunned!

"How am I?"

Qin Feng's eyes were cold, and there was killing intent in an instant.

"You, damn it!"

As soon as it came out, this huge fireball smashed towards Qiu Wentong.

Return to its rightful owner!

Seeing the coming fireball, Qiu Wentong looked horrified, and subconsciously raised his hands, and his spiritual power echoed, blocking the huge fireball in mid-air.

"Boom!"

Qin Feng's expression was calm and he spoke lightly.

Rumble!

The huge fireball burst violently, and the endless flames covered this piece of heaven and earth.

The fireball burst, and Qiu Wentong hadn't reacted yet...

The next moment, I only felt a huge force coming from my jaw, and my whole body flew towards the sky under this force.

Qiu Wentong, who was punched to the sky, had just reacted from his shock and was about to stabilize his body.

In the midst of the flames, a huge ancient gold iron rod broke through the flames at an extremely fast speed and burst out!

Rumble!

The end of the rod slammed into Qiu Wentong's chest, and the golden hoop stick was still rising, rushing into the sky with Qiu Wentong.

"This is..."

Under the collision, Qiu Wentong vomited blood, looked at the huge iron rod, and fell into complete consternation.

However, this... It's not over yet!

In the midst of the flames, Qin Feng changed Nangong Yiren from holding to carrying the posture of his back, and the whole person directly stepped on the huge body of the golden hoop stick and ran up vertically.

The speed is so fast, Qiu Wen can't blink an eye.

When he opened his eyes again, Qin Feng's cold eyes had already fallen on his eyes, and with a punch, he smashed directly into Qiu Wentong's face.

"Poof...!"

Blood bursts!

Meanwhile.

Qin Feng raised it with one hand, and the huge golden hoop rod quickly became smaller and fell into his hand.

Holding the stick with one hand, he beckoned directly to Qiu Wentong.

Boom!

Qiu Wentong's eyes widened, a mouthful of old blood flew, and the whole person fell down like a cannonball, boom!

A huge pit appeared on the ground, and smoke billowed from it.

The second after he fell, Qin Feng also fell, but when he stepped on the ground, he didn't make the slightest sound, and he floated.

The golden hoop rod in his hand spun and became smaller, then stuffed into his ear and disappeared.

The flames that exploded were slowly extinguished at this moment.

Qin Feng looked at the pit on the ground that was full of thirty or forty square meters, Qiu Wentong was lying in the center of the pit covered in blood, and his old face could no longer distinguish between nose and eyes.

And next to this big pit, Chen Yuanliang and the remaining dozens of Seven Star disciples who had not yet rushed into the building were already dumbfounded...

Can't believe it, what just happened?!

Why did Qiu Wentong lie in the pit in a blink of an eye?!

Raising his eyes to look at Qin Feng and seeing Qin Feng coming step by step, Chen Yuanliang and the dozens of people around him were all trembling with their legs.

This... This is simply invincible!

"Wow!"

In the center of the big pit, Qiu Wentong spit out a mouthful of blood, and then stood up with difficulty, his body swaying, and he gasped for breath.

The vitality of the monk is tenacious, and he was tossed by Qin Feng for a while, and he was able to stand up.

"You... You... Angry honza!"

Qiu Wentong's hand trembled and raised to point at Qin Feng, his eyes looking at Qin Feng with anger.

However, there is only one word!

"Die. ”

A black light burst out in an instant!

Hearing only a slight 'bang', Qiu Wentong's eyes were stunned...

Looking down at his dantian, his golden pill was shattered!

When he looked up, there was disbelief in his eyes.

Another black light!

The Soul Suppression Nail pierced directly between his eyebrows, and a blood hole appeared, and his stunned eyes instantly became godless.

The first soul suppression nail destroyed his cultivation, and the second one destroyed his vitality!

The figure shook slightly, and then fell directly forward, splashing a little dust.

Qiu Wentong, a monk of the lower grade of the Jiedan, the deputy hall master of the Seven Star Gate Tianshu Hall, died!