Chapter 1380 Wedding Feast 1

The giant man in the center of this storm was as tall as a towering mountain, as stable as a stone, and as strong as a diamond. But who knew that he was secretly complaining in his heart. The powerful pressure from the young man who was at least ten years younger than him was like an insurmountable sky cloud peak, constantly pressing towards him. Although most of the opponent's attacks were blocked, the few fists and feet that fell on him became heavier and stronger. Each hit made him feel uncomfortable as if he was overturning the rivers and seas. His proud power seemed to have been discounted under the opponent's hard fists.

What a huge blow to him who has always been full of confidence. But he cannot be discouraged, nor dare to be discouraged, because he knew that he could be defeated, but he must not be discouraged, otherwise he would be tortured by others unimaginable. Facing Xiang Yufeng's fist that was shattering the rocks, the giant man tried his best to resist it. The pressure around him was still increasing. He felt that the whole sky was falling and pressing heavily on him. He felt that he had experienced tens of millions of years of lightning and wind, and it was indescribable and very terrible pain was still continuing. I don't know when I could end it.

Xiang Yufeng's powerful power was still shot out. Because the opponent was a defensive opponent, the attack was like a storm, and like thunder and lightning, it continued to launch a fierce and fierce attack on the opponent, just like a craziest wave of the sea, surging, constantly circling and stimulating, endlessly; the enhanced internal force gave him a stronger body, so the giant man suffered such unbearable pain and torture.

"Bang!" Xiang Yufeng's fist that jumped down hit the giant man's face heavily, and his huge head was smashed to pieces.

Drips of red liquid fell on the ground along Xiang Yufeng's fist, and Xiang Yufeng turned around. Leng Jun stared at Zhao Xiang, step by step towards Zhao Xiang. As Xiang Yufeng moved, the big men in black who were still in the hall suddenly dropped the knife in their hands on the ground and shouted: "I retreat, I retreat, I quit, I quit, I quit, I quit." After that, they ran out of the door one by one. Cheng Siyan wanted to stop those people, but Yuan Liyang stopped them. It was very easy to kill these people, but it was meaningless, but if these people who were shocked by Xiang Yufeng's methods were put back, the morale of the other party might become collapsed and unusable. No matter how powerful the person is, it will become easier to deal with.

"Don't come, don't come, don't come." Zhao Xiang's side had no one left. Xiang Yufeng's killing just now, coupled with the death of the giant man who was not called the Golden Sword Baba among the Silver Wolf, the deterrent force generated was enough to destroy everything for these Silver Wolf members. It was not that Zhao Xiang didn't want to run, but he knew that he couldn't run, but when Xiang Yufeng's death was approaching him step by step, the fear in his heart rose.

Xiang Yufeng smiled hummingly, walked to Zhao Xiang step by step, and looked down at Zhao Xiang: "I said, you deserve to die." After that, Xiang Yufeng's fist, which was still broken, rushed towards Zhao Xiang fiercely.

"No one can move him without my permission." Suddenly, a man appeared at the entrance of the hall leading outside.

The man put his hands behind his back in white clothes, white cloth shoes, and the bun behind his head spread out. The long black and white hair and the back closure were scattered together in the wind, forming a special charm.

The strong but handsome facial lines and deep eye sockets emitted a thick silver light, which made people feel cool from their spine. It was a kind of fear of a rabbit when they saw a falcon and a breath from the underworld.

When the man looked at Yuan Liyang who was ready to go in front of the hall, the originally sharp Yuan Liyang felt a momentum of oppressing him. The cold breath of the underworld enveloped all the people in front of the hall in a moment. Across the distance, the momentum of both sides had already had the first round of confrontation. The people in the hall felt powerless from the bottom of their hearts, which was a feeling of their own life being held in their hands.

When you contact his eyes, you will know that this person has held your life in his hand. With a gentle pinch, the spark of life will be extinguished. At that moment, this person can no longer be called a human being. The murderous intent that penetrates like the wind will pass through your whole body, making your hands and feet stiff and cold.

He turned his body to the side of Yufeng and looked at the man expressionlessly. The light in his eyes was getting stronger and stronger. This is a powerful opponent.

"Wolf King, Wolf King, save me!" Zhao Xiang looked at the person's appearance, and his face was filled with joy. He shouted at the person who came with a loud voice, but Xiang Yufeng stomped on his head and pressed it tightly on the ground.

"Xiang Yufeng, the leader of the Blood Sect, is indeed well-known!" The man smiled slightly, and his fingers passed through the ends of his hair, and a faint breath suddenly floated out.

The momentum surged again, evaporating all the strength of the body to the extreme, making the man sway in the wind like a weeping willow in the breeze.

The people in the hall began to get turbulent, and some people could no longer bear the pressure and began to tremble. The twisted feeling made them feel uncomfortable and wanted to vomit blood.

Several people began to fade away slowly, and this emotion quickly affected others.

At this moment, the man moved, stepped down from the origin, and took the first step. At that moment, the air between heaven and earth seemed to be twisted with his body, giving people an unreal feeling. That evil power made people dizzy and uncomfortable, and some people had already begun to tremble.

The second step was taken, and the man's figure had appeared above the hall, and even the afterimage was left, as if he had appeared there at the beginning. Yuan Liyang's hand, who was more forward, began to tremble slightly. Yuan Liyang's face was frightened. Even when facing Yufeng, he never felt the same oppression as this man. This feeling was as if the sword of the God of Death had been placed on his neck and shin, and he could not resist at all.

The third step was taken, and the man had already landed on the ground. The white whip happened to step on the marble stone surface, and the people rushed to him.
Chapter completed!