Under Yang Feng's feet, several corpses of aliens were lying everywhere.

Many of these alien demigods came and many died.

He almost killed some weak demigods on the spot.

The bodies piled up around, with a deep shock.

Even though Yang Feng looked to be at the end of his strength at this time, the surrounding fairyland warriors still dared not step forward easily.

Anyone could see that although Yang Feng was not far from death, he was still breathing a sigh of relief.

Whoever comes forward will be buried with Yang Feng. A warrior may not be afraid of death, but it also depends on the situation.

When you have to die, there is naturally no choice.

But if there is a choice, most people will still choose to die for me.

Of course, this is relative to the fairyland.

In terms of human race, there are often not many choices, and most of them can only live and die together.

Yang Feng looked around, his eyes glaring at him, with an indescribable majesty.

The effect of the two violent pills was already on the decline, but the aura on his body did not weaken.

Instead, it brings a sense of sadness and depression, which makes people feel a little awe.

"Who will take my life?" He looked around.

No one who came into contact with his eyes dared to look at him or face him.

As one of the twenty-eighth families and the successor of the Yang family, Yang Feng has been staring at countless halos since he was a child.

When he was young, he was once extremely prosperous and was one of the famous geniuses of the human race.

Although he is far inferior to Shen Mo in later generations, even Ye Qingchen, Yang Jiaxing and others cannot compare with him.

But in that era, there were very few geniuses who could survive and grow up.

The vast majority of them fell in the battle with the geniuses of the Immortal Realm again and again.

Yang Feng was able to survive from that era and take over the great task of racial inheritance, which is enough to prove that he is a strong man.

Later, he was entrusted by the kingly way and returned to the battlefield in the past and became the head coach of the northern border.

At that time, he never thought about taking away power or anything from Shen Tianhao.

The human warriors in the northern border have no obvious profit to take away, but they only have an unshirkable responsibility, just like a mountain.

The reason why he promised the kingly way to take over as the head coach of the Northern Xinjiang was just to relive his military career back then.

An explanation is given to the brothers and brothers who went on a war with him in the past and died in the northern border.

To this day, Mu Baichuan, one of his few old brothers left back then, also died a few days ago.

There were no brothers and sisters left back then.

"Today, it's my turn!" Yang Feng laughed in a low voice.

Due to his vision, no one dared to take a step forward by the warriors in the Immortal Realm, and no one could resist the counterattack of this lion!

Even Yang Feng is very sure to take him away, the most powerful demigod ninth strata in this team.

"Yang Feng!"

Not far away, many great masters of human race frowned and couldn't bear to watch the next scene.

Yang Ao and Tianxi had red eyes, and bloodshot eyes were covered in their eyes.

Tianxi is Yang Ao’s teacher and Mu Baichuan’s teacher.

In his life, he didn't accept many disciples, and only taught these two masters.

Not long ago, Mu Baichuan had already returned to his hometown in front of him.

Now, his other favorite disciple is about to embark on the last journey of his life.

Needless to say, Yang Ao is the oldest strong man in the Yang family, he has not been concerned about the affairs of the Yang family for many years, but Yang Feng, the younger generation, was almost the one he grew up with with his friend Tianxi.

When he entered the Grand Master, the Yang family ushered in an unprecedented heyday.

This prosperous scene also has half of Yang Feng’s contribution.

Yang Feng saw the sadness in the eyes of the two people from afar, and smiled happily: "Old ancestor! Teacher! You don't have to be sad for me.

Thirty years ago, the old man was seriously injured and dying. I was ordered to abandon my countless brothers in the Northern Territory, abandon my unlucky blood, and return to the Yang family to take over as the head of the family.

Now, I, Yang Feng, are back, and my blood... is still burning!

A foreign teenager, who dares to fight me to determine life and death?”

This voice was so powerful that it was indescribable.

After being clamored and provoked by him one after another, the demigods in the surrounding fairyland could no longer feel sluggish on their faces.

They could naturally see that Yang Feng was just a demigod seventh stage before.

I just rely on some external object and temporarily reached the realm of the true god.

Now, the efficacy of the violent pill is about to pass, and it is a bit unreasonable that Yang Feng dares to be so arrogant.

In the distance, Bei Yu, who was fighting with the king, took the time to look back and looked over, with a chill in his eyes.

He recognized Yang Feng. Although his strength was not very good, he was far less famous than Chen Tianhao. He was still the new head coach of the Northern Xinjiang, so he had investigated Yang Feng.

At this moment, seeing Yang Feng posing in a resolute manner, no one in the fairyland dared to step forward, Bei Yu's expression became extremely ugly on the spot.

"A bunch of waste."

He cursed and then ordered directly: "Go up together and surround him!"

On weekdays, he disdains to give orders to these demigods.

But now, the battle situation is so intense that he is so angry that he is so angry when he sees these demigods' cowardly appearances.

When the dragons were headless, these demigods of the fairy realm surrounded Yang Feng, and they didn't know what to do.

At this moment, after Beiyu's pressure, they finally abandoned their life and death and swarmed around Yang Feng.

Yang Feng couldn't pretend anymore. In fact, his situation was even more miserable than it looked at this moment.

If he wanted to drag the strongest man on the road just now.

Now, he is not sure about the weakest one.

The demigod of the Immortal Realm surrounded him, and Yang Feng stood up straight, ready to enjoy his final battle.

A sad wind filled the scene.

It seems that heaven and earth are sorrowful, mountains and rivers are weeping!

at the same time.

Beiyu just gave a reminder and stopped paying attention to Yang Feng.

For him, this unknown coach of the Northern Xinjiang deserves so much attention.

His only focus now is on someone.

Beiyu always felt that something was missing when he looked at the battlefield.

But for a while, I couldn't explain it clearly.

"By the way, what about silence?"

After about a second of thinking, Bei Yu suddenly looked up and his eyes kept patrolling the scene.

When he started a war with Wang Dao just now, he deliberately locked in the silent position.

But later the battle was too devoted and I didn't care for it for a while.

Now, if Yang Feng hadn't acted resolutely, he wouldn't have remembered it and disappeared silently.

According to his understanding, silence on previous battlefields is a super invincible messenger.

Yang Feng is about to die, and it is impossible for him to do nothing in silence.

Even if I sacrifice my life, I have to do something. Now it is so quiet...

"Where did you go? Did you escape while the chaos?"

Bei Yu thought in wondering, then shook his head.

He had to admit that Chen Si was not a greedy person who was afraid of death.

If he leaves his own people and runs for life, he will never do such a thing.

So where can I escape if I haven’t escaped?
Chapter completed!