Why is this happening?

Song Qianliu, whose mouth was stained with blood, looked a little pale. His eyes were filled with endless murderous intent.

He had just inspired so many single-use magic weapons, but in the end he still did not hurt Chen Feng's hair. This was a very shame for Song Qianliu.

Since coming to Earth.

He had only suffered losses in two people. One was Shen Feng outside the land of the Yan God's inheritance, and the other was Feng Wuchen in front of him.

If he had known that Chen Feng and Feng Wuchen were the same person, he would probably have to be spit out a second mouthful of blood in anger.

After taking a few deep breaths and slowly exhaling them, Song Qianliu's emotions calmed down a lot. After hesitating for a moment on his face.

Flip your right palm.

A baguette treasure similar to a crystal appeared in his palm.

On the surface of this treasure, extremely complex patterns are carved.

After the two old men from the ninth level of the Condensation Realm saw Song Qianliu take out this treasure, they both said at the same time: "Young Master, this kid is very weird. Are you sure you still want to inspire this magic weapon?"

This is the last one-time attack magic weapon on Song Qianliu, and its power can kill powerful people in the third level of the Star Source Realm. This is the strongest one-time magic weapon on him.

Song Qianliu frowned tightly at the words of the two old men in the ninth level of the Dao Realm, his face was full of determination, and he said, "Why should a boy from a lower level speak to me like this!"

"I must let him die without a burial place!"

Between talking.

Song Qianliu had all his strength to inject mysterious energy into the treasure. He asked the two old men from the ninth level of the Dao Condensation Realm beside him to control the defense layer that covered the surroundings.

With the desperate infusion of mysterious energy, blue veins on Song Qianliu's forehead swelled, and layers of terrifying fluctuations boiled on the magic weapon in his hand.

A powerful sword energy that cuts the sky and the earth spreads across the sky and the earth. Song Qianliu gritted his teeth and shouted: "Boy, I think you want to resist the next attack in this way."

The words fell.

Within the magic weapon similar to crystal, the sword energy and sword spirit surged out like a flood.

The defense in front of Song Qianliu had briefly disappeared, and a handful of big swords several meters long slashed towards Chen Feng.

At present, Chen Feng's head, front, back, left and right were all blocked by terrifying swords.

Deep knife marks were constantly appearing on the ground, and some monks around had their skin cut open, and even bones under the flesh and blood could be seen.

It is definitely not a joke to be able to kill strong people in the third level of the Star Source Realm.

The dense big sword slashed at Chen Feng from all angles. This time there was no cover-up. The monks around could see what trump card Chen Feng had.

Seeing the big swords approaching, the space around him became increasingly unstable, Chen Feng did not hesitate at all. While he could still enter the blood-red ring, his figure disappeared directly on the spot.

There was a "boom".

In the end, all the terrifying big swords were slashed on the ground where Chen Feng stood.

At present, under the attack of so many big swords on the ground, the rest of the place sank and here. At the same time, the knife marks on the ground gathered together densely, and finally formed an extremely huge deep pit.

This time, all the monks present saw that Chen Feng disappeared inexplicably.

Song Qianliu had a serious expression and stared at the place where Chen Feng disappeared.

After a long time.

When the space there gradually returned to stability, Chen Feng's figure appeared silently again. He stared at Song Qianliu with plain eyes and said, "Is this your strongest trump card?"

Upon hearing this, Song Qianliu had the urge to vomit blood again. Now he finally knew what happened: "Boy, can the space magic weapon you have on you allow living people to enter it?"

Generally, space treasures like the Soul Ring can only store some dead objects. If the living objects are placed in them, they will almost die 100%.

All the magic weapons that can store living things are of extremely valuable value, and there is almost no such magic weapons even within the second level of heaven.

At this moment, Song Qianliu was very regretful. All his one-time magic weapons just now were wasted. This feeling of stuffiness was about to make him breathless.

Now all the one-time attack magic weapons on him were consumed on Chen Feng.

Of course, the two old men in the ninth level of the Condensation Realm on the side could guess Song Qianliu's current mood. They were silent and had no idea how to comfort them. They could only control the defense layer around them.

Now that I learned that Chen Feng was using this special space magic weapon, these two old men were 100% sure that this guy named Feng Wuchen would definitely not be able to break through the defensive layer they maintained.

Seeing that Song Qianliu had no intention of continuing to attack, Chen Feng didn't want to waste time here, anyway, the inheritance land was not open yet!

He said calmly: "Since you have no trump card, I won't continue playing with you."

After saying that.

He turned around and stepped in.

Song Qianliu remained silent. With his own strength, he was not sure to defeat Chen Feng, and could only swallow his breath.

In a corner, Liu Chengshan, Qin Wanhe, Zhang Shuyue, Mo Yutong and others were all here. Because Chen Feng wore a "hidden face" on his face and changed his breath, they did not recognize that Feng Wuchen was Chen Feng.

"Putting aside the magic weapon on him, just by being able to kill the ninth level of the Condensing Realm cultivator beside Song Qianliu with the sixth level of the Condensing Realm, this is enough to prove that his future is absolutely extraordinary. After he leaves alive, I believe that in the near future, the name Feng Wuchen will also resound throughout the second level of the heaven." Qin Wanhe said affirmatively.

Liu Chengshan nodded and said, "Yes, Feng Wuchen is indeed not an ordinary person!"

Just as Chen Feng was stepping away from this area.

Wu Zhenqing, the old master of the Wu family in the capital, walked to Chen Feng and said, "Fellow Daoist Feng, you are also a monk on earth, everyone should be united."

"On behalf of the Wu family, I will invite you to explore the inheritance land with our monks on earth."

Outside the inheritance of the Flame God, this old guy was also played with by Chen Feng.

Now Shen Feng doesn't want to take action. If he kills Wu Zhenqing, it will cause joint attacks from many monks on Earth.

And now he and Song Qianliu are dying.

People in the forces of the Second Heaven around must also have their own trump cards, so now he has to keep a low profile.

"I'm not interested in exploring the inheritance with you."

"When I was attacked just now, why didn't you come to invite me?"

"Don't you think you're ridiculous now?"

Chen Feng stared at Wu Zhenqing with a slightly changed face and continued, "Do you want to stop me?"

Feeling the momentum of Chen Feng, although Wu Zhenqing also had the ninth level of the Condensation Realm, his combat power was not stronger than that of the old man around Song Qianliu.

So, after a moment of silence, he moved his face aside with a ugly expression, not daring to stop Chen Feng at all.
Chapter completed!