"How could you...you are not dead?"

Looking at the black-robed Xuanwu with an incredible look on his face, hearing his terrified words, a faint smile appeared on Lan Feng's face, and a calm and indifferent voice came from his mouth: "How could I die? You should be the one who deserves to be damned."

As Lan Feng's words fell, he raised the heart in his hand, which was still beating with blood, and a cold and emotional voice came from his mouth: "Soul-Snatching Phantom!"

"Puff..."

As Lan Feng's words fell, the black-robed Xuanwu's expression changed drastically, and a thick paleness and fear appeared on his face. He felt a sharp pain from his heart, which made him unable to help but stretch out his palm to cover his heart. The black blood immediately spurted out of his mouth.

The wet and hot feeling from his hands shocked the black-robed Xuanwu. When he looked down at his chest with difficulty, he couldn't help but be stunned.

A big hole was torn into his chest, and the heart inside disappeared, only a large amount of blood flowed out, causing heart-wrenching and incredible screams from his mouth: "No... this is impossible..."

You must know that what he had just taken away and dug out was Lan Feng's heart, but now the scene in front of him clearly told him that his heart had been dug up and emptied, and he was about to die and welcome the end of his life.

Such a result made it difficult for the black-robed Xuanwu to understand and accept. He really didn't understand what was going on?

"Rest in peace!"

Looking at the heart-wrenching black-robed Xuanwu with a terrified face, Lan Feng threw the heart in his hand casually towards Su Jiang, and a faint sound came from his mouth.

“Ah…no…”

Seeing this scene, the black-robed Xuanwu let out a heart-wrenching and shrill scream. He used all his strength to chase the heart that was thrown away by Lan Feng at a faster speed. The heart belonged to him.

"Swish!"

Seeing this, Lan Feng had no expression or compassion on his face. With a move of his palm, a spear condensed with imperial energy appeared in his hand, and then he suddenly threw it out at the black-robed Xuanwu.

"Boom!"

The black-robed Xuanwu finally used all his strength to catch up with the heart and held it in his palm. The spear thrown by Lan Feng cut through the void as fast as lightning and accurately penetrated the back of the black-robed Xuanwu, penetrated into his body, penetrated his body, and flew into the flowing Sujiang, and disappeared without a trace with the rolling Sujiang.

"Hey... why did I kill him?"

Looking at the disappearing black-robed Xuanwu, as if he had thought of something, Lan Feng slapped his forehead suddenly and said something blaming him.

He originally planned to leave a living for the black-robed Xuanwu, but he accidentally killed this guy. After all, the situation at that time was extremely dangerous for Lan Feng.

At that critical moment, Lan Feng used a soul martial art "Soul-Snatching Phantom" in "Soul-Trailing".

This is a soul attack and a fantasy attack. It is used in the form of pupil technique to pull the other party into his ideal fantasy, just like what the black-robed Xuanwu had experienced just now.

From the moment Lan Feng cast the Soul-Snatching Phantom, the black-robed Xuanwu fell into the illusion. What he saw and experienced were nothing more than illusions. He killed Lan Feng in the illusion and illusion and took out Lan Feng's heart.

But in the real world, when he was attacked by Lan Feng's Soul-Snatching Phantom, Lan Feng took away his heart.

Finally, when the black-robed Xuanwu came out of the illusion, his life also came to an end.

Although the black-robed Xuanwu is powerful, he can possess the aura of the half-emperor realm and certain strength when he uses secret techniques, but compared to the ancient existences like King Arthur, he still has a much different difference when he truly comprehends the powerful existences of the law and the realm.

At most... it can only warm up Lan Feng today.

He easily solved the black-robed Xuanwu, and Lan Feng moved his steps under his feet, quickly rushing towards the battlefield between the Qinglong and the Ghost.

Now the battle between Ghost and Qinglong has entered a state of intense heat. Both sides have suffered a lot of injuries and blood flowing. Perhaps because the old guy Qinglong is old, there is no powerful secret method like the Black Robe Xuanwu that can consume the qi and blood in his body, which makes him have the strength of the half-emperor realm in a short time, so now he and Ghost have no winner.

The ghost is a substitute that Qinglong has spent countless efforts to cultivate. He is already extremely talented and powerful. In addition, Qinglong has nourished and irrigated his body at all costs. In the decisive battle of West Lake, he had the strength of the peak of the Grandmaster. Now he wakes up, his soul and body are perfectly combined. His strength can be said to be a step further, with a combat power of half a step and half an emperor.

With his ultimate body skills and the shadow sting in the temple in his hand, he was not afraid even when facing Qinglong. The two sides were in a difficult situation to part with each other, and the match was evenly matched.

"Damn bastard, how could this maggot become so strong?"

Looking at the ghost passing by quickly, Qinglong's face was extremely difficult to see, and a cold voice came from his mouth: "Wanlong Tianying!"

As Qinglong's words fell, he formed a palm into his hands and suddenly blasted out at the ghost.

"roar!"

As the palm of the green dragon burst out, countless dragon shadows flashed and rushed towards the ghost with the power of destruction.

"Tianling Finger!"

Seeing this, a cold light flashed in the ghost's eyes, and the energy in his body surged. A huge phantom appeared behind him, and he pointed out suddenly at the Qinglong. A huge column of light shot out, dispersing all the dragon shadows.

"Swish!"

However, Qinglong's figure disappeared from the spot at some point. When it appeared again, it had already arrived in front of the ghost. A sharp sword with dragon patterns appeared from his sleeve. It was grabbed in his hand and cut it hard towards the ghost's throat.

"bite!"

The ghost's reaction was also particularly fast and fast. At the moment when the Qinglong's saber came, his sting of the temple blocked him, colliding with the sharp dragon patterned saber, rubbing out extremely gorgeous sparks, making a crisp sound.

"Bang!"

Then, both of them slapped their palms at each other, and the powerful palm power burst out, and their bodies were all flew backwards by the terrible palm power.

"Damn it, hasn't that bastard Lao Xuan dealt with that waste boy yet?"

Steady his body, raised his head to look at the ghost standing far ahead, Qinglong gasped and angry scolding came from his mouth.

"Then it may disappoint you, your best friend Xuanwu is dead!"

However, as Qinglong's words had just fallen, the cold and indifferent voice sounded quietly.

As the sound rang out, Qinglong's pupils shrank suddenly. When he turned his head to look at the source of the sound and looked at the Lan Feng who was walking slowly with his steps, a strong look of shock and astonishment appeared on his old face. An incredible voice came from his mouth: "You...how could you beat Xuanwu?"

You know, when they captured Lan Feng, Lan Feng didn't even have any strength to resist. In the end, the little golden dragon defeated him and Baihu.

But how long has it been, Lan Feng actually killed Xuanwu with his own strength. This result made Qinglong really difficult to understand and accept.

In his opinion, no matter how powerful Lan Feng's talent is, it is impossible to increase his powerful power to kill Xuanwu in such a short period of time.

This has simply subverted Qinglong's perception.

"This is impossible..."

Looking at the Lan Feng who was walking step by step, an incomprehensible voice came from Qinglong's mouth: "You will never be able to kill Xuanwu!"

The ghost's difficulty made him have no time to take care of the battle between Xuanwu and Lan Feng, and he had no idea what happened to the battle between Lan Feng and Xuanwu before.

"There is nothing impossible, old guy! If you don't want to die, you will surrender now, maybe it's still time, otherwise your fate will probably be the same as that Xuanwu!"

Lan Feng stared at Qinglong with cold eyes, and there was no sound of emotion in his mouth.

The ghost's figure flashed, blocking Qinglong's back, blocking his retreat, and a cold and teasing voice came from his mouth: "Old thing, I advise you to surrender properly, so as not to suffer more flesh and blood!"

"Damn it!"

After a brief shock and surprise, Qinglong finally came to his senses and accepted the reality in front of him. He looked at the Lan Feng and the Ghost who blocked his retreat one after another, and couldn't help but scream an angry curse from his mouth.

If he had known that he would have ended up like this, he would not have left the lives of the two boys Lan Feng and Ghost!

At this moment, Qinglong's heart was undoubtedly filled with endless regret.

Unfortunately, in this world, there is no such thing as regret medicine.

"You really want to force me?"

Qinglong's fist was clattering, and the strong murderous intent in his eyes was surging, and an endless roar of coldness and anger came from his mouth.

"If you give up resistance now and tell everything you know, maybe I can spare you a way out, otherwise you will really die today."

Lan Feng ignored Qinglong's words at all, but stared at Qinglong coldly, and an unquestionable voice came from his mouth.

"Since that's the case... then today we can't die together!"

Hearing Lan Feng's words, Qinglong's eyes were full of murderous intent. With a sudden move, the inconspicuous ancient ring that was injured burst out with a dazzling light.
Chapter completed!