Fighting Starts From Capturing The Goddess

The vast night.

Silence is silent.

On the house beside that secluded street, two black shadows, one large and one small, were surrounded by dozens of Jin Yanzong disciples wearing golden robes.

Just when Wen Qingwan thought that the dead end was done.

A loud noise suddenly sounded behind her, and a disciple of Jin Yanzong at the level of the Great Fighter was suddenly blasted out, and his figure smashed into the surrounding houses. Many tiled beams were smashed and launched a "click". "Crackling.

"Who?"

The sudden scene caused all the Jin Yanzong disciples' complexions to change suddenly.

When I looked up, I saw a figure soaring into the sky, like a sharp arrow that broke the string, and only an afterimage was left quickly.

Zhang Yunlin's pupils shrank, just about to react, only to see a metallic figure fist approaching.

At the moment of the moment, Zhang Yunlin tried his best to put the broadsword in front of him, and the fighting energy surged out of his body in an instant, condensing into a fighting energy armor on his body.

However, there is no use for these blocks.

He only heard a crisp sound, and the broad sword in front of him snapped. The iron fist hit Zhang Yunlin's body heavily, and the armor of fighting spirit collapsed in an instant.

"Boom!"

Then a figure, like a kite with a broken thread, flew straight behind him and smashed into a house. The house collapsed instantly and buried it in, without knowing whether it was alive or dead.

quiet.

Unparalleled silence.

Everyone even heard the slight autumn breeze at night.

"hiss--"

The dozens of Jin Yanzong disciples present, as well as Wen Qingwan and Shuang'er, were full of horror at the sight, and the former stopped without hesitation.

One punch knocked out a powerful six-star fighting king.

This strength is too terrifying, right?

Everyone's eyes swept over.

In the original place where Zhang Yunlin stayed.

A figure wrapped in a black robe stood here, wearing a white mask and iron-clawed gloves on his hands. This dress made Jin Yanzong's people think that he and Wen Qingwan were together.

"roll!"

A hoarse voice was spit out from the mysterious figure's mouth, and immediately, a strong vigor swept out.

The disciples of Jin Yanzong in front of the figure were suddenly lifted out.

A sonic boom was also produced in the air.

The disciples of Jin Yanzong suddenly retreated in panic.

"Cough cough cough..."

Wen Qingwan didn't know whether it was agitated or something, but she coughed up another mouthful of blood.

Although Shuang'er next to Wen Qingwan's injury was not as serious as Wen Qingwan's injury, she was still not as badly injured. At this time, she was constantly patting Wen Qingwan's back and whispered, "How are you, auntie?"

"Many...Thank you..."

Wen Qingwan sent out a word of thanks to the mysterious figure in front of him, but his face suddenly changed as soon as he finished speaking.

"Goose...fallen to the sky!"

A majestic aura like a giant dragon swept across, and instantly enveloped the street.

A powerful pressure that Shuang'er had never felt before, spread from afar, and made people feel a sense of awe involuntarily and wanted to kneel down.

In addition, hearing what the aunt said, Deshuang'er's face became gloomy.

Douzong! !

In the end, several broken winds blasted into the sky, and under the gaze of many eyes, several figures flew towards here.

The two figures condensed the wings of fighting spirit, and in front of them, there was an old man wearing a golden robe.

The old man did not summon the wings of fighting spirit, and around his body, there was still a figure wrapped in fighting spirit.

After a few steps, they appeared in front of everyone.

The old man looked at everyone condescendingly.

Although he is an old man, his hair is not gray, but black. The wrinkles on his face are very deep, showing a fierce face, like a gangster.

"Goose...fallen to the sky!"

Wen Qingwan saw that at this moment, her body couldn't stop trembling, and the cold words seemed to contain a sea of ​​blood and deep enmity, and her eyes also showed a strong killing intent.

"Oh, do you know the old man?"

With his hands on his back, Yan Luotian turned his eyes to Wen Qingwan, who was seriously injured below, and said curiously.

"Even if you turn to ashes, I won't forget." Wen Qingwan gritted her teeth, but did not say her own identity.

Yan Fei, who was standing next to Yan Luotian, couldn't help grinning at this time, looking at the figure next to Wen Qingwan, her exquisite figure, she recognized it at a glance:

"Miss Shuang'er, you have fallen into my son's hands after all. It seems that you are going to be fucked by my son after all, haha..."

"Bah." Shuang'er took a bite hard.

In this regard, Yan Luotian did not speak. Yan Fei was his only son, but he was extremely pampered. Even if Yan Fei wanted the stars in the sky, Yan Luotian would find a way to pick them up.

After being silent for a while, Yan Luotian looked at the mysterious figure in the black robe. From him, Yan Luotian felt an unusual breath.

"Your Excellency and them are also together?" Yan Luotian said kindly.

The mysterious figure shook his head.

Seeing this scene, the two Wen Qingwan behind were pale.

"Then what do you mean by hurting my Jin Yanzong person?" Yan Luotian said.

"He Linglang is a little bit grudge."

This time the mysterious figure made a sound, and that sound made Yan Fei a little familiar, and his body suddenly shook for a while, and he stretched out his finger to point at him, and his voice trembled:

"Father, he was the one who killed Wu Elder in the afternoon, and he knocked the child away. He also hoped that his father would avenge the child and kill him."

Thinking of the sardonic smile on Chen Mo's face in the afternoon, Yan Fei gritted his teeth and penetrates the bone with hatred.

But the most important thing was the two beauties around him. After they separated, the more they remembered the face of Queen Medusa, Yan Fei's heart became hot.

After they were separated, Yan Fei had sent someone to know where they lived. As long as he was killed, the two beauties next to him would become own.

Hearing Yan Fei's words, Yan Luotian's eyes suddenly narrowed slightly, and his eyes suddenly became fierce. Just now Zhong Elder had also told him about the afternoon, his voice became cold, and he looked at Chen Mo:

"What about this?"

"My woman is something he can covet. I'm just looking for you. Since you came to die, then I will accept it."

The mysterious figure is Chen Mo. At this time, he raised his eyes and looked at the Yan Fei in the air coldly, revealing his killing intent.

Everyone was shocked when he said this.

The two Wen Qingwan behind Chen Mo were also startled.

This is too crazy.

In front of Yan Luotian, he said that he would kill Yan Fei.

But Yan Fei laughed loudly: "Boy, if you give you a little face in the afternoon, you really treat yourself as a person. This son has decided, let his father interrupt your hands and feet, and abolish your Cultivation. Base, then let you be in front of you, see how I play with them, hahaha..."

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