Cao Wu died and fell to the magma lake. He would definitely die!

The whole body melted under the magma, leaving only the armor made of thousand-year-old cold iron, but it also slowly sinks in the flow of the magma, and I guess there will never be a chance to see the light of the sky again.

"Elder!"

All the disciples of the Piaoxiang Sect cried out with a grief. They were an important elder who died here like this, and they still had no complete corpse. Who can accept it?

"Elder Cao, you, you died so miserable, it's really miserable!" A believer shouted sadly, as if his parents had died, extremely angry.

"Who is it? Who killed Elder Cao? Who did the turtle son? If you have the guts, stand up and stand up!" The other three masked old men were furious and shouted angrily.

Cao Wu is the elder of their Piaoxiang Sect and their old friend for many years. He thought that picking fire spirit fruits was foolproof, but he was attacked to death by someone. They could not accept such facts.

But... there were too many ancient martial artists who threw hidden weapons at that moment. Almost every one wanted to kill Cao Wu, but among these dense hidden weapons, it was impossible to find the murderer who killed Cao Wu!

As for, I still want to go crazy and shout out that others will come out to confess. Not to mention that those who didn't do it, even if they really killed Cao Wu, they wouldn't be foolish enough to stand up by themselves. Isn't this causing trouble for themselves?

Therefore, these people from the Piaoxiang Sect cried and howled were of no use.

However, Ji Xinyu, the saint of Piaoxiang Sect, did not show any expression, and her expression was still so calm, as if there was nothing in the world that could be taken to her heart.

However, the warrior next to him was very moved. Who would have thought that Cao Wu was dead, a master of his generation, seventy-five in the earth, and for hundreds of years, he died like this!

However, Cao Wu's death was just a trivial matter for the warriors present. Just a moment of emotion, he turned his attention to the black rocks of the magma lake.

Because now, we have found a way to gain a foothold on the black rock, which means that anyone can pick the Fire Spirit Fruit, but there are so many warriors, but there are only one Fire Spirit Fruit.

Who will belong to?

So, kill it!

"Go to die, this fire spirit fruit is mine."

"Only the strong are qualified to obtain the Fire Spirit Fruit, this is mine."

"If you dare to stop me, you will be killed without mercy!"

Countless warriors began to fight, and there was only one fire spirit fruit. Everyone was an enemy. How could they show mercy?!

"call!"

A long sword slashed at Lin Feng, and a tall warrior stared at Lin Feng gloomyly, trying to kill Lin Feng, ruthless and ruthless, all moves were crucial.

"Looking for death!" Lin Feng snorted coldly, feeling angry. He was standing by and watching the show, and he did not want to compete for the Fire Spirit Fruit, but the warrior thought that Lin Feng was weak and could be bullied. He was not strong enough, so he wanted to have a black meal.

Hei took the opportunity to snatch Lin Feng’s things and make a fortune.

There are too many strong people here, and he thinks that the Fire Spirit Fruit is not his turn, but in this chaotic environment, picking some soft persimmons to eat and making a fortune is also a good harvest.

"Boy, go to death by me, you dare to show off here without the strength. This is seeking death, do you know?" The tall warrior smiled grimly, picked up the big knife, and slashed at Lin Feng's body again.

, cold-blooded and ruthless.

Lin Feng's eyes flashed and he punched the warrior.

Bang!

The fist and the big knife collided violently, with strong energy and sparks splashing!

"What?!" The moment Lin Feng hit the big sword with his fist, the tall warrior suddenly changed his expression. He felt the amazing power coming from the big sword, which made his mouth numb.

With just one blow, he knew that his strength was far inferior to that of this young boy. If he continued, he would definitely be killed on the spot.

He didn't expect that the first soft persimmon he found was so hard that he almost broke his teeth.

"Friend, this is a misunderstanding." The tall warrior's mind flashed. The so-called "knowing the times" is a hero. He wanted to reconcile with Lam Feng at the first time.

Lin Feng snorted coldly: "Misunderstanding? Seeing that I am stronger than you is a misunderstanding; if I am not strong enough, wouldn't I be killed by you? Who would I tell you to misunderstand? Will I go with the King of Hell?!"

call!

As soon as the words fell, Lin Feng blasted at the warrior again, his muscles swelled, and the huge force of tens of thousands of pounds was as if he had exploded the entire air, extremely violent.

"No, no!" The tall warrior's face changed drastically. He wanted to escape, but there was no way. The speed of the fist was too fast.

In the blink of an eye, his chest was hit, his bones were broken, and he screamed and his whole body flew out.

With a thud, the tall warrior was smashed into the magma. With a thud, the magma splashed everywhere. With a thud, a huge ball of flames rose, which represented the death of a master.

The warrior next to him looked frightened and never dared to stand beside Lin Feng again. Even such a master was beaten to death. How could these small characters be opponents?

As far as you are, you will escape as far as you are.

In an instant, an open space appeared beside Lin Feng, and no one dared to get close to him.

But this is not only the case with Lin Feng, but also the saint of Piaoxiang Sect, Ji Xinyu. There are a few warriors who do not believe in evil and do not know how to live or die. They want to capture Ji Xinyu and become the wife of the village.

However, Ji Xinyu slapped away with a palm, and a huge wave of air surged out. Several people were killed on the spot. They swept across the area and slapped the earth with one palm, showing an invincible posture. The force was simply comparable to

Cao Wu was still perverted before.

The people around him shivered. They originally thought that such a delicate girl had no force at all, but with such force, she might be the strongest among the warriors present.

But she still had that indifferent expression and did not take what was in front of her seriously.

But the followers standing next to her had long expected this, without any surprise. They were all warriors. If you want to follow someone, just beauty is not enough, and you also have to have a dominant invincible

force.

Obviously, Ji Xinyu, the saint of Piaoxiang Sect, has the qualifications of such a king!

In just a moment, more than a dozen masters, either dead or incomplete, had already stood on the black rock seven extremely powerful warriors.

There are three people in the Piaoxiang Sect, all of whom are masked taboos, elders.

There are two old men from the Five Poison Sects, with a hooked nose and triangular eyes, which look very vicious.

There are also two elders of the Snow Mountain Sect, white-haired, white-bearded, wearing Taoist robes, looking like a Taoist real person.
Chapter completed!