Chapter 20
After Zhao Feng exploded all the nine soul rings in his body, a majestic soul power comparable to god level spewed out from his body, smashing Bibi Dong's Raksha divine will covering him in an instant.

The moment he broke free from the restraints, Zhao Feng stepped on the air and released his majestic soul power downwards. The huge soul power provided him with an incomparably powerful thrust, causing him to rush towards Bibi Dong quickly.

In the process of rushing forward, Zhao Feng held his right hand, and the corner gun appeared in his hand again.

At this time, the Yajiao Spear had long lost its original brilliance, and the entire body of the gun was dull, from the tip to the end of the gun, it was already full of cracks.

Only the tip of the spear still flashes a flash of light from time to time, just like its owner, it is already at the end of its battle.

Zhao Feng raised his gun and swung the final blow of his life.

In this last attack, Zhao Feng didn't use any soul skills, and he didn't use any skills, and now he can't use any operations, he can only use his last strength to attack Bibi Dong.

There is no brilliant light, nor any beautiful special effects, just a simple flat A.

But it was this unpretentious flat A that didn't have the slightest skill or skill to speak of, which made Bibi Dong feel an unprecedented crisis, and her divine sense was crazily warning.

A dignified expression appeared on Bibi Dong's face, and she quickly dodged to the side.

Dangerously avoided this seemingly ordinary but shocking blow.

"Ha ha ha ha."

After Bibi Dong escaped the attack, Zhao Feng was not disappointed, but laughed heartily.

After this blow, his body aged rapidly, and the soul power obtained by exploding the ring was exhausted, and he fell straight to the ground.

Boom.

The whole person stood upright on the ground, and the corner gun gently leaned against his side, resonating with his laughter.

An unprecedented silver-white light erupted from Yajiao Gun's body, dancing in front of Zhao Feng.

The silver-white light gradually disappeared, and the Yajiao Spear gradually turned into silver lights and disappeared into the world. Zhao Feng's unruly laughter also stopped with the disappearance of the Yajiao Spear.

Zhao Feng looked in Deming's direction and gradually lost his vitality.

Seventh prince, please start the era that belongs to Xingluo!

Your Majesty, Ah Feng is going ahead.

After hearing Zhao Feng's laughter, Bibi Dong instantly realized that she had been fooled. He never thought of defeating herself head-on.

All he did was to give Deming a chance to escape.

And now, he succeeded.

Zhao Feng's simple and unpretentious Ping A turned into a golden gun shadow after the shot, and went straight to the people in the Wuhun Hall in front of the army formation.

Bibi Dong wanted to remind, but found that it was too late, the golden gun shadow had already bombarded them, turned around to look at Zhao Feng's lifeless body, and narrowed his eyes.

The golden gun shadow bombarded the crowd in the Wuhun Hall. Except for the remaining three Titled Douluo who escaped with their strong spiritual power, and a few Contras who were far away from the direction of the forest, the rest of the people were all shot. The shadow melted, leaving no trace.

After the gun shadow bombardment, the soldiers in the army blasted their soul rings one after another, launched suicide attacks on the remaining Wuhun Hall people one after another, and at the same time frantically transmitted to Zhu Biao: "General Zhu, quickly take The Seventh Prince is leaving! Don't disappoint Commander Zhao's wishes!"

Zhu Biao didn't say a word, and with his eyes reddened, he put Deming on the back of the Nether Civet, and quickly rushed towards the forest, disappearing in the forest in a blink of an eye.

Deming hugged the Nether civet tightly with both hands, and looked at the soldiers around him who were desperate to leave here successfully, and his heart was full of guilt.

He looked at Zhao Feng who had lost his vitality standing on the spot, but his eyes were still looking at this side, and tears flowed down involuntarily.

"Xiao Ming, don't cry." Zhu Biao suppressed his killing intent and said in Deming's ear: "You have to remember what happened today, remember the faces of these people, and don't let everyone down on you."

Dai Ming's eyes widened, and he remembered the faces of everyone in the Wuhun Hall who were massacring the soldiers one by one deep in his mind.

In the end, De Ming took a deep look at Bibi Dong: Bibi Dong, one day, I will make you kneel at my feet!
"Stop them for me!"

Seeing that Zhu Biao was carrying Deming to escape into the forest, Bibidong hurriedly shouted to the rest of his men, and at the same time was about to shoot them down, but suddenly felt a chill coming from behind.

She hurried to the side, only to see two cold sword lights falling on the place where she was just now.

This breath is the Seven Killing Sword?
Bibidong turned her head and found that Sword Douluo Chenxin was standing in front of Zhao Feng and sighed. His indifferent expression that had remained unchanged for thousands of years was actually looking at Zhao Feng with regret at this moment.

"Elder Jian." Bibi Dong said coldly: "Are you also going to break with the Spirit Hall? Or is it that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School also wants to close the mountain like the Haotian School?"

"Your Majesty is serious." Chen Xin turned around and shook his head: "I just owed his father a favor, and now I have to repay it. Don't worry, Your Majesty, I won't do anything again."

Bibi Dong looked at him coldly, Chen Xin was not to be outdone, and returned his indifferent gaze.

Call ~
Bibi Dong exhaled a deep breath.

Calm down, calm down, now is not the time to fall out with him, give priority to killing the seventh prince of the Star Luo Empire, to ensure the implementation of the great cause of unification.

Three big sects, hehe, sooner or later you will have to pay the price for your arrogance.

After thinking about it, Bibi Dong cast a cold glance at Chen Xin, turned around and chased in the direction where Deming left.

"Elder Snake Spear, Elder Porpoise, Elder Demon Bear, Elder Ghost Leopard." Bibi Dong flew above the crowd: "Follow me, and the rest of them will surround you from the side. By the way, I'm sending someone to find Elder Yue and Ghost Elder, ask them to help too."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Everyone responded one after another.

Chen Xin, who remained in front of Zhao Feng, sighed regretfully.

What a pity that Yingjie died here.

Alas, if it wasn't for the different positions, I really wanted to save him.

It's a pity that God is really jealous of talents.

All I can do now is to send his body back to the Star Luo Empire intact. I hope the Star Luo Empire can respond to his contribution.

Light blue soul power floated up from Chen Xin's palm, gradually covering Zhao Feng in a cylindrical shape.

Sword intent soared into the sky, and a simple giant sword about two meters long and half a foot wide appeared in front of Chen Xin. After he moved Zhao Feng onto the giant sword, he sensed what was happening in the forest and couldn't help laughing .

"The Seventh Prince's luck is so good? Or is it really destiny? It seems that after going back, I have to discuss it with Fengzhi."

Then the giant sword uttered a sword cry that resounded through the heavens and the earth, swung upwards, and disappeared in an instant.

(End of this chapter)

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