I, the deposed prince, signed in the imperial mausoleum for a thousand years

"Crack! Kick!"

After all, Qin Feng's avatar is still not as powerful as the main body, and the gray-robed old slave is a genuine Ninth Layer Heavenly Cultivator of Good Fortune Realm, unlike Wei Sang, who only has a body transformed by divine consciousness and demon energy.

His sword soul was shattered by the spear in the hands of the gray-robed old slave, and countless shattered sword lights shot out in all directions.

"Huh..."

Carrying the power of the supreme thunder, the gray-robed old slave continued to kill Qin Feng without losing any power after smashing all the sword souls.

And this scene made Feng Feifei, who was still in place, and the young monk who hid in the distance, all concluded that this farce was over.

There is a huge gap between Qin Feng and the gray-robed old slave, which is difficult to overcome.

"Is there anything you can't think about, why are you running here to die?" Some people even couldn't help shaking their heads when they saw this scene.

More people's eyes were full of sarcasm and ridicule, thinking that Qin Feng forced his way here to kill Feng Feifei, but he was simply out of his mind.

However, what happened next was beyond everyone's expectations.

"Buzz!"

On the ruins of the entire villa, formations lit up one after another, forming a mysterious and complicated pattern formation.

And the power of the powerful formation gathered on Qin Feng's body.

He slowly raised his palm, and the astonishing power of the formation instantly condensed into a mirror-like barrier in front of him.

"when!"

The thunder-wrapped spear of the gray-robed old slave hit the mirror-like barrier, making a sound that almost pierced the eardrums.

Daoist energy fluctuations, like ripples, spread around this place as the center, making the already ruined villa even more messy and dilapidated.

The gray-robed old slave not only failed to smash the barrier, but was shaken by the energy fluctuations so that his left hand holding the silver spear almost broke, causing his expression to distort in pain.

"boom!"

At the same time that the barrier blocked the gray-robed old slave, Qin Feng's fist had already been thrown out.

The big sun glass fist, the glazed light is dazzling.

His fist was like a big sun, carrying terrifying energy fluctuations, shattering the void, and smashing into the gray-robed old slave's chest.

"thump!"

The grey-robed old slave who had no time to react was blown away by a punch. Like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, it fell into the ruins of a house, sinking the ground a lot.

Even though he had the strength and physical body of the Ninth Layer of Creation Realm, he was almost wiped out by Qin Feng's punch without any defense.

The injury was extremely serious, and the breath also fell to the bottom.

"What's going on with this formation? Could it be that this guy quietly set up a formation in the villa without anyone noticing?" In the sky far away, a Princess of the Dynasty said in shock.

"No! Why is this formation so similar to the villa's own defensive formation?" A young formation master made an incredible voice.

Just as shocked as him were Feng Feifei and the gray-robed old slave who managed to get up from the ground.

"How is this possible, you can control the formation here?" the gray-robed old slave was covered in blood and said in shock.

He endured the pain caused by the injury, and tried to inject the spiritual energy in his body into the formation eye pestle in his hand, but found that there was no reaction at all, and the formation here was completely out of his control.

"You...you are from the Feng family? Who sent you here!"

Because the formation here was arranged by the Feng family's formation mage, Feng Feifei suspected that someone from the Feng family wanted to kill her, and Qin Feng was the killer sent there.

"Feng Family?"

Qin Feng was slightly taken aback, he didn't expect Feng Feifei to think that he was the person sent by the Feng family to kill him, and sighed inwardly, the open and secret fighting of the Feng family was probably more exciting than he imagined.

Afterwards, he said coldly: "For a dying person, what's the use of knowing so much?"

After all, he made another strong shot.

The vast sword energy around his body turned into thousands of sword souls, distributed around his body, densely covered with stars, and the sharp sword intent, even just looking at it, makes people feel terrified.

Cracks were constantly appearing in the void around his body, and it was difficult to bear such an astonishing sword intent.

"No matter which elder of the Feng family sent you here, and you have any special means, it's just a dream to kill me." Feng Feifei stared at Qin Feng angrily, her pretty face was full of frost and chill.

While speaking, she directly crushed a jade stone that looked like a shard of a star, and a ray of light rushed out of the jade stone, turning into a faintly visible phantom.

Accompanied by that unparalleled coercion, all the living beings in a radius of ten thousand miles felt the terrifying pressure and shocked their hearts.

Even the sword spirit condensed around Qin Feng's body was instantly crushed, turning into bits of brilliance and dissipating with the wind.

Those young monks who hid in the distant sky were all pale and fell to the ground, looking at the looming phantom, terrified.

Because that figure is the elder of the Feng family, Feng Bolie!

"How is this going?"

Seeing the scene of ruins here, Feng Bolie frowned and asked.

He knew that after Feng Feifei returned from the bitterly cold place where she practiced Gu poison, she did not go directly to Feng's house, but wanted to invite some friends here to hold a banquet.

Now seeing that the villa here has turned into ruins, I am naturally puzzled.

"Report to Grandpa, someone wants to kill me!" Feng Feifei immediately said after seeing Feng Bolie's phantom.

As she spoke, she pointed in Qin Feng's direction.

"kill you?"

Feng Bolie's eyes were instantly filled with chill, and he looked in Qin Feng's direction.

All of a sudden, Qin Feng felt as if he was being targeted by an ancient ferocious beast. The huge oppressive force made him feel extremely dangerous.

But he wasn't panicking.

Because this is just an incarnation outside the body, even if Feng Bolie beheaded him, the damage to his body would be very limited.

What's more, this is just a phantom of Feng Bolie, he also has Gu Xi lying in the saint's coffin, it will not be too difficult to deal with this phantom.

"The cultivation base of the mere good luck realm, so bold, actually wants to kill my granddaughter."

Feng Bolie stared at Qin Feng, said indifferently, "What is your identity, who is behind it, tell me obediently, I can leave your whole body."

In the eyes of others, those who have been cultivated in the Creation Realm are strong.

But in his eyes, they are no different from ants, they can be crushed to death at any time.

"Feng Bolie, you really healed your scar and forgot the pain!"

Qin Feng smiled lightly and said, "Have you forgotten how miserable you were under my hands in the past?"

Back then in the Shenlongling secret realm, although his two different fires did not kill Feng Bolie, they almost turned him into charcoal, and the entire ancient spirit realm shook.

It's just that these words made those young monks who were trembling and looking at this place look dazed and stunned.