Chenfeng felt aroused in his heart. I wonder how seniors, how could he know his father? Daoyi Zhenren snorted coldly, your father and I have had a marriage! As this sentence was said, Chenfeng felt the pressure of the collapse of the mountains and the earth, covering himself.

Chenfeng's exercise of martial arts, and the whole body's qi and blood surged into the sky. Daoyi Zhenren's eyes were cold, and the pressure increased again! Chenfeng's blood-colored light curtain appeared to block the Chenfeng, which was terrifying pressure.

Daoyi Zhenren sneered, if you can take over my three moves of foundation building strength, I will let you go. Chen Feng gritted his teeth. Senior is a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage. Even if the three moves of suppressing his cultivation in the foundation building stage are not something that juniors can resist.

This is impossible for you. Daoyi Zhenren grabbed his hand in front of him, and a huge wind ball formed, swung forward and hit Chenfeng. Chenfeng knew that the other party would not change, but he could be sure that the other party did not really want to kill him.

Because there was no murderous intent in the other party's pressure, the other party was a Nascent Soul cultivator. He really wanted to kill himself, but only needed a finger. After Chenfeng figured it out, he felt relieved.

Chen Feng's hands became as hard as iron, and his eyes turned red, and his dark hair instantly turned into a ghostly purple-red color, and the shadow sword also appeared in his hands.

The Shadow Sword transformed into nine sword shadows, surrounding Chenfeng. The wind ball came quickly. Chenfeng held the sword in his right hand, the ruthless sword technique, the ninth style, nine nines, and one. The wind ball hit the tip of the Shadow Sword, and the nine sword shadows collided with the wind ball, and bang!

A huge tearing force was transmitted to the body through the shadow sword, and blood began to slowly flow out of Chenfeng's mouth. Once again, Daoyi Zhenren accumulated three basin-sized wind balls and waved them casually!

Three basin-sized wind balls hit Chenfeng at an extremely fast speed. Chenfeng used the ninth style of the ruthless sword technique again, and ninety-nine came to the same place, but this time. He did not hold the Shadow Sword, but used his spiritual sense to control the Shadow Sword, insult!

The Shadow Sword collided with the first wind ball, and the three sword shadows collapsed! Chenfeng groaned and continued to collided with the second wind ball. The Shadow Sword was directly hit by the violent force of the wind ball and flew backwards.

Chenfeng's ears burst out from blood, roared angrily, clenched his right hand, and punched the last wind ball, bang! The blood-colored light curtain was instantly shattered, and Chenfeng was knocked away by a huge force.

Chenfeng climbed up from the ground, his clothes were torn, and many parts of his body were cut by the wind blades of the wind ball. The wounds on Chenfeng's body were recovering rapidly. Chenfeng still couldn't help but vomited a mouthful of blood and looked up at the old Taoist.

With the last move, you can save your life. If you can't take it, it's not a pity to die. Daoyi Zhenren moved his hands together, and a ten-meter-long wind dragon appeared in front of Chenfeng.

The wind dragon roared towards the sky and rushed towards Chenfeng. Chenfeng also roared at the sky, his eyes becoming redder and redder, and the blood in his body was boiling and about to burn.

The blood of the black dragon in Chenfeng's body also broke out at this time. Chenfeng's mind blurred and fell into madness, and he attacked Fenglong in a crazy way!

Chenfeng was cut through Fenglong's chest by Fenglong's wind blade. Chenfeng punched Fenglong's jaw through with a punch. Fenglong shook his tail and thrust on Chenfeng's body. Chenfeng was knocked out by a huge force.

Fenglong swung his body, chased Chenfeng, and grabbed Chenfeng with one claw. Chenfeng blasted out his left fist and fought against Fenglong's front claws. Chenfeng's left fist was torn to pieces by the wind.

The wind dragon opened its mouth and a wind blade spurted out! The shadow sword flew to Chenfeng independently and transformed into a sword shadow to block the attack for Chenfeng.

The Shadow Sword was originally a copy of the Thousand Shadow Sword of the Spirit Treasure, but there was a big problem during the final refining, which resulted in it being just a top-grade spiritual weapon. However, although the Shadow Sword failed to refine, it gave birth to a trace of spiritual consciousness, which is the treasure spirit that only magic weapons can be found.

However, cultivators in the Killing Physical Stage and those in the Nascent Soul Stage do not look down on Shadow Sword at all. Most foundation-building disciples like powerful spiritual weapons, which has led to Shadow Sword being kept in the Treasure Pavilion without anyone to use.

The moment Chenfeng blocked the Shadow Sword, he used the Phantom Strike Step and came to Fenglong's neck. His two fists fell down wildly. Fenglong roared and disappeared in the air. The Shadow Sword flew around Chenfeng.

In Chenfeng's blood-red eyes, there was no reason, only madness. Daoyi Zhenren disappeared in front of Chenfeng. The next moment, a hand was already pressed on Chenfeng's back and slapped it out with a palm.

Chenfeng let out a sound, and a beast-like roar. Daoyi Zhenren frowned. He could not use his cultivation to comfort Chenfeng who had lost his mind. How could this happen?

Chen Feng didn't even have the ability to move in front of Daoyi Zhenren, but the madness in his eyes became more and more powerful. A thin layer of black scales of the black dragon began to grow on the surface of his skin. Daoyi Zhenren used his spiritual sense to carefully check the blood of the black dragon in Chen Feng's body!

How could the blood of the Mo Jiao appear in Feng'er's body? Could someone be framed by Feng'er! Daoyi Zhenren let go of his control of Chenfeng, and anger flashed in his eyes. Who was it? Who took the blood of the Mo Jiao for Feng'er?

The face of Daoyi Zhenren was gloomy and his heart was burning with anger. The morning breeze had already flown into the forest. The creatures in the forest immediately screamed, and screams came one after another.

Daoyi Zhenren did not stop him. No matter who took the blood of the Mo Jiao, then when he was crazy, he would have to be bloody and urged to gradually wake up. Chen Feng now only has one word in his heart, kill!

Only by constantly killing can you feel good. Only by constantly killing can you make your heart feel infinitely happy. Kill! One monster after another fell to the ground, all of them were first-level monsters. In front of the crazy Chenfeng, there was no ability to resist at all!

Chen Feng was covered in blood, and he didn't know how long he had been killing, but he only knew to keep killing. The living creatures he saw were all the targets of his killing!

Gradually, Chen Feng's reason was vague, and there was no living thing in the place he saw! When he woke up, all the monsters in this forest had died, and the whole forest was bloody!

Chenfeng looked at everything in front of him. I did this? Chenfeng looked at his hands, covered with blood. Looking at the corpses of monsters that were dry all over the ground, Chenfeng hugged his head with both hands. Why is this happening?

At this time, Daoyi Zhenren had already arrived behind Chenfeng, Feng'er! Chenfeng turned his head and looked at the middle-aged man with a beard and wearing a Taoist robe in front of him. Senior Daoyi, why are you here?

Tao Yi Zhenren changed his body and became the old man in Taoist robe. Feng'er, tell me, why did you practice demon skills?

Senior, since that time, my family’s martial arts can no longer be practiced.
Chapter completed!