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Chapter 56 Feng Yan's Tsundere

This blood knife only looks tricky in the angle, but its power is not very strong. Feng Yan Daxian believes that with his help, the subordinate should be able to deal with it calmly and will not lose it on the spot like the first one.

But the next moment proved that Tang's style of behavior was much more sinister than this. As soon as Feng Yan's immortal's resistance was used, the blood-colored sword light actually disappeared out of thin air.

The next moment, the blood-colored sword light condensed out of nowhere again, flashing directly between the legs of the god, as if he was tightly clamped, and he couldn't even hide.

You have clamped it, so how can you hide?

That day, God was shocked. Out of the most instinctive reaction of a man, he immediately said: It's over, I guess my lifeblood is not guaranteed.

Although all the gods in the heavenly realm have the ability to rebirth with broken limbs, if they suffer severe damage, they will leave a certain psychological shadow, whether light or heavy.

Fortunately, this blood-colored sword light did not target the physical entity, but penetrated the body and entered the brain.

Without saying a word, he didn't even have time to scream, and he fell to the sky.

Another one was knocked down.

"Spell teleportation? Or teleportation of angles and directions, can the attack spells that have been released? "

Feng Yan and others were shocked by this, but they didn't know that the radius of thousands of miles was in the realm of Tang Feng's divine thoughts. Within this range, power, spells, and anything related to him could be changed at will, shifted at will, and there would be no power attenuation.

At this moment, let alone Feng Yan and the others, even the ancestor Mo Yuan opened his eyes and felt a little surprised: How did this be done?

"You boy, are you really still you?"

The ancestor Mo Yuan stared at Tang Feng who was close to him with a complicated expression. At this moment, he was deeply suspicious: he would not be taken over by a certain innate demon god or an ancient monster, right?

In just a hundred years, how could a person have such a big change?

The last time he was in the Ghost Story World of A Chinese Girl, he could not compete with his own casual blow, but now he could use extraordinary means that he could not understand.

After thinking about it, there is only one possibility: the shell is still this shell, but the inner soul may have changed.

"Just a little trick, it's hard to get into the elegant hall."

Tang Feng was rarely humble. For him, there was nothing to say about doing this in the realm of divine thoughts. The so-called divine thoughts meant that it would change whatever I thought.

"Your little tricks are a huge threat to others..."

The ancestor Mo Yuan shook his head and was repeatedly deducing it in his heart. If it were himself, how should he deal with this strange attack with spell teleportation?

For the moment, the answer is definitely: It's really hard to deal with.

The enemy's main body teleportation can be restricted or interfered with by means such as space blockade. However, this kind of spell teleportation will not have any concerns. Even if it fails, it will not cause any damage.

It is difficult for us to be wary of. God knows that the fierce attack in front of us the previous second will emerge in which direction and position the next second.

It's hard to defend!

Only the turtle shell-type defense that is close to the body is of some use, but it also ends up in an embarrassing situation of being passively beaten...

As he gradually gained deeper understanding, the ancestor Mo Yuan felt that he was really unsure of taking this kid, but this was gradually increasing his curiosity and desire: once he succeeded, he would definitely have a generous reward beyond imagination!

Thousands of miles away, Feng Yan and the others were unable to accurately determine the exact position of the enemy, but they suffered losses from two generals.

Although they also have a portable space such as the Immortal Palace and Immortal Palace, which can include unconscious people and will not be dragged down by the wounded, and they feel quite uncomfortable at this moment.

"Ancestor Mo Yuan, have you decided to be an enemy of my Feng family?"

Both of his subordinates were not dead, but were just in a coma. The immortal Fengyan made another wrong judgment based on the usual ruthless style of the ancestor Mo Yuan. He thought that the reason why he showed mercy was definitely because he was worried, so he moved out of his own family as his backer.

Yunwu and Huali Daxian were both secretly shouting: The old ghost Mo Yuan was the most unscrupulous. According to rumors, the forces behind him threatened him, which would only lead to the disaster of being crazy about kicking the house in the face.

Sure enough, the ancestor Mo Yuan responded immediately, and his voice echoed: "Okay, after a while, I will visit Feng's house."

Feng Yan snorted coldly, not realizing the seriousness of the problem. In her deep-seated consciousness, she really didn't believe that the family forces would be afraid of such a wandering demon god.

Of course, we still need to talk about it. It is impossible for a good age to not even have this intelligence. Then she said to Kong: "Ancestor Mo Yuan, why should he protect that Tang Feng? What is this person's relationship with you?"

"Why do you need to protect him?"

Mo Yuan replied: "It was not him who killed your grandson, but me!"

There are faults and debts, and the ancestor Mo Yuan doesn't want others to take the blame, even if it's a person like Tang Feng who deserves a beating.

What?

Feng Yan suddenly showed surprise, and then she realized that she had wronged that boy Tang Feng.

It was not him who killed my grandson.

Forget it, who made him look like hatred? Besides, he and the ancestor Mo Yuan were obviously in the same group, so it was not really unfair...

Well, since the real murderer is Mo Yuan, there is nothing to talk about. Feng Yan shouted again: "I have the courage to admit it, why do you hide your head and tail so much? Why don't you fight head-on?"

Her spiritual sense had already locked in the valley where Tang Feng and the others were, but out of caution, she avoided falling into the magic trap set up by the other party in advance, and of course she could not break through it rashly.

At this time, Yunwu Daxian was quietly sending a message to persuade: "Since the enemy is Mo Yuan, this matter should be discussed for a long time. It is not easy for us to join forces to get out of here. It should be unrealistic to take him down."

This is already very tactful. What I really want to express is: Mo Yuan has countless enemies, but he can live in all walks of life and live freely. Just because we just want to take him down?

Sister, stop dreaming, wake up quickly!

"It's okay!"

Feng Yan seemed confident, and the calmness contained a faint arrogance that was not in line with her age. She sent a message back: "I have the protection of the spiritual treasure given by my ancestors. No matter what, it is enough to protect my fullness."

The "Family Ancestor" refers to her grandfather, the contemporary patriarch of the Feng family, and a golden immortal with profound magical powers.

"That's fine, that's fine."

Yunwu nodded, but exchanged eyes with fellow Taoist Huali and reached a consensus silently: If the situation is not good next time, run away quickly. Don’t forget that we are just here to make a fuss. We can’t even know that it is a disaster, but we still have to hit the head.

Rumble...

The answer Tang Feng made was thunder and the whole sky became gloomy.

A thick layer of dark cloud suddenly appeared above Feng Yan and the others' heads. Immediately afterwards, the dark cloud condensed into a gray-black hand covering the sky. The lightning and thunder sounded between the fingers, and slowly pressed down with a strong terrifying aura.

In the valley, the ancestor Mo Yuan couldn't help but roll his eyelids: Just do it, just do it. Is it necessary to waste mana and make these fancy ones?

The ancestor was used to gathering strength and defeating the enemy with one sword, and did not appreciate such extravagance and waste.

"To me, that's nothing."

Tang Feng smiled. There was no need to explain more, but in fact, the power of the domain originated from the prison world, which can be said to be endless. There is no difference between spending one piece and one hundred. There is no concept of unnecessary consumption. What's wrong with making it more spectacular?
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