Chapter 40

"But it doesn't matter. You will be the first chiyun people we killed here, so I decided to give you a pleasure!"

The man said, looking cold, he immediately summoned a long gun and leaned slowly towards the South Gate maple. However, another person on one side waited for him in his spare time, as if he had determined that nanmenfeng was already a dead man.

A strong domineering spirit emanated from the dark long gun. The man's momentum will increase by one point every step. After six steps, he is less than a foot away from the South Gate maple.

At the moment, the man's momentum seemed to have reached the peak. He shouted angrily, and the long gun came like a sea dragon stabbing at the maple in the south gate. The gunfire flickered, and the dark sky seemed to become more gloomy.

Nanmen Feng's eyes were frozen. This man's strength was not bad. If he had been alone a month and a half ago, it would be enough to kill him, but now

The South Gate Maple smiled coldly, his feet moved, his body was like a breeze, and the figure of the South Gate Maple flickered away.

The man was shocked when he saw this. What a strange body method! How can he not be surprised when his opponent suddenly disappears? The man quickly stopped his forward body, threw the long gun around the dancing in an instant, and shouted, "senior brother, if you are weird, let's do it together."

He didn't have to shout. The man who was watching the battle had found something wrong and leaned over with the long knife.

"Kill!"

Suddenly there was a violent drink in the air, and the figure of Nanmen Maple suddenly appeared in front of the man holding the knife. The Xuanyuan sword in his hand cut down quickly and turned into a long rainbow to illuminate the dark hall not far away.

The man with the knife's pupils dilated and turned pale in horror. He never thought that nanmenfeng's target would be him. At the time of life and death, the yuan force in the body broke out madly, and the long knife in the hand hurried to meet the Xuanyuan sword that was beheaded.

Between the lightning and flint, the man holding the knife suddenly remembered that he was only the eighth floor of the spiritual realm, but he was the ninth floor of the spiritual realm! Even if he was caught off guard, what could he do?

Thinking of this, the man was secretly relieved and ashamed of his panic.

Choking!

When the long knife was broken, a bright red silk thread appeared from the center of the eyebrow to the lower abdomen. His eyes stared at the maple in front of him, full of surprise, horror, reluctance and regret.

Just as the spear came from behind the South Gate maple, the man with the knife fell back with a puff!

"Elder martial brother!" the shrill voice sounded, with anger and fear.

The man understood that nanmenfeng had killed the machine and could not escape. He could have a chance of survival only by fighting hard. The air of the long gun vomited gently and danced rapidly. There was a tearing sound of hiss and hiss in the air.

Under the combination of fear and fear, the man's strength is extraordinary. Is it useful?

With the same body shape, Xuanyuan sword was directly cut off. Nanmen Feng wanted to try how strong his cultivation was when he reached the peak of the eighth floor of the spirit realm.

Boom!

The figure flew upside down. With the help of the anti earthquake force, Nanmen Maple jumped back, flew three feet, circled and fell.

At this time, the man's face was red, and his seven holes were stained with blood. When his feet stepped into the ground, they would be buried in his knees. The gun holder's hands drooped, his chest fluctuated, and his eyes were appalled.

The man didn't expect that Nanmen Maple would crush him by cultivation. He was the ninth floor of the spiritual realm, and Nanmen Maple was only the eighth floor of the spiritual realm.

The double rolling of speed and cultivation makes the gunman no longer have the heart of resistance. After discovering the strength gap between each other, anger usually turns into fear, and he is not included

When!

When the long gun fell to the ground, the man looked gray and said shakily, "I'm wrong. I shouldn't do it to you. I hope you can spare my life."

"Spare your life?" Nanmen Feng looked at the man with interest. He was about twenty years old and looked handsome. At this time, his face was pale, shocked and inexplicable. Where was his previous arrogance.

"Yes, please spare my life, and I will repay you." the man saw Nanmen Maple hesitating and looked happy and said again.

"Repay?" Nanmen Feng smiled faintly and said, "then I killed your senior brother. Don't you hate me? Don't you intend to revenge?"

"No! No! No!" the man quickly waved his hand and said, "it's all because he has to hide and hurt people. I deserve to die. How can I hate you? Besides, I'm not your opponent. How dare I take revenge on you."

The maple in the south gate looked cold when he heard the speech. This kind of person is the most shameless. He is willing to do anything in order to live. Now life is hard to protect. Naturally, I swear that I will give Nanmen Maple a fatal blow without hesitation in the future.

Ugly, just to live. In contrast, Nanmen Maple appreciates Xia Yu more, and brotherhood is more precious than life.

"It's not that I let you go, but that you make me feel sick." his senior brother died to save him. Even Nanmen Feng felt cold at his words.

The Xuanyuan sword in his hand was raised slowly and cut off towards the man.

"I fought with you!"

The man shouted angrily when he saw the South Gate Maple start, picked up the long gun again and jumped up with a ferocious face and rushed at the South Gate maple. The long gun radiated a tragic and domineering momentum.

The maple in the south gate looked indifferent. Xuanyuan sword drew a track and cut it off. The man galloped three feet away before he heard it.

Tick!

Blood dripped, and a blood stain appeared on the ground. The gunman's throat made a loud sound like a beast, and he immediately fell down.

In the blink of an eye, Nanmen Feng's expression flashed a trace of gloom. Is the martial arts world really so cruel? Shook his head, got up and put away their storage bags.

After scanning around and confirming that there was no one, he took out the God killing tower and collected their blood essence. The blood essence of a warrior is more pure than the vitality in Yuan Stone, not to mention the vitality in heaven and earth.

Like the underground world of Ziyun University, opportunities can be met but not sought. God knows if there is still a chance. Ponding into the sea, sand into the mountains, every bit of strength, Nanmen maple is extremely cherished and can not be easily wasted.

There was no need to search the hall. The maple body at the South Gate flashed and disappeared into the dark sky.

Ten days passed in the blink of an eye. During this time, Nanmen Maple followed the periphery step by step without any harvest. The empty palace is full of traces of people turning over and nothing. Even if there was something before, I'm afraid it would have been taken away.

On the contrary, many corpses and bones were found. Naturally, the corpses were martial artists who entered ten days ago. Some of the bones were decades ago, and some had a history of thousands of years. A breeze blew them as fly ash.

Nanmen Maple frowned deeper. According to King Sheng, the underground palace has a radius of hundreds of miles. Such a huge palace group sprinkles more than 1000 people and can't lift any waves. But in just a few days, only nanmenfeng saw seven bodies, and the tragedy of the battle can be imagined.

What puzzles Nanmen Feng is that the vitality in the underground palace is stronger than that in the fog outside. Is it because of the array, or is it?

The dark sky can't distinguish day and night. The sky line of sight above can only look out for nearly a hundred feet. I don't know what the above scene is. As an emperor, he would never build such a huge palace group underground.

The only explanation is that these should have been above the ground. How to hide hundreds of miles of ground and buildings underground, nanmenfeng was shocked by the speculation in his heart. If so, it would be too shocking.

Wu Huang, such a terrible existence. What about the Emperor Wu and the God Wu? Nanmen Feng shook his head fiercely, put aside his thoughts, looked into the dark sky and continued to move forward.

The light on the jade plate flickered, and a white spot was less than ten miles away from the South Gate maple. At the same time, it was still approaching rapidly. When Nanmen Maple hesitated to get together, the distance was narrowed again, only less than five miles.

With a sigh, he put away the jade plate, and the South Gate Maple looked in the direction of the white spot.

At this time, a figure was flying rapidly, and the blood dropped on the place where the figure passed, marking a long blood stain. After death, the sound of drinking and scolding and joking were heard, and the figure could not help speeding up again.

"Who could it be? I hope not him!"

When Nanmen Maple saw the visitor, he was stunned. His long hair was messy, his clothes were damaged and his blood was stained. He was one of the nine people in Ziyun University. It seemed that his name was Yun Zhanxing.

No wonder Nanmen Feng can't remember, just because the names of the nine people are similar, only the last word is different. Although Wang Sheng didn't say it, he can probably guess from his name nanmenfeng that these people are dead men trained by the cloud family.

"Go!"

When Yun Zhanxing saw the maple in the south gate, he shouted loudly, suddenly stopped his body and turned back.

Nanmen Feng smiled and asked, "what? Are you afraid I'll steal your limelight?"

"Stupid." Nanmen Feng's words warmed Yun Zhanxing's heart and choked him. He stopped and said coldly, "it's too late to go now."

As soon as the voice fell, four figures appeared in front of him, galloped forward, stopped three feet in front of him, and looked at Feng and Yun Zhanxing in the South Gate with interest.

One of the slightly fat young men smiled and said, "I thought you had found a powerful helper. It turned out that it was just garbage on the eighth floor of the spiritual realm. Is there no one in chiyun country? This kind of garbage is also eligible to participate."

He is also the warrior of Tianxing country. Ten days is enough for them to gather together to hunt the single warrior. The four are all nine level warriors in the spirit realm, of which the fatter young man has the highest cultivation and the top of the nine level in the spirit realm, vaguely touching the threshold of the real realm.

Yun Zhanxing said coldly, "Tianxing country is just a group of rats who win more than less. They have the courage to fight alone."

"Fight alone?" the four people seemed to hear the big joke and laughed recklessly. The slightly fat young man was about to lose his breath. A little later, they said, "the people of chiyun country are not only weak, but also hard to use. This is a battle of life and death. Who will fight alone with you?"

Yun Zhanxing snorted coldly and didn't speak. He looked at Nanmen Maple with reproachful eyes. He saw that Nanmen Maple's face was Gu Jing bubo, and he didn't see the slightest fear. Yun Zhanxing couldn't help sighing. When he first came out, he didn't know the depth.

"Why did you chase him?" Nanmen Feng asked faintly, which made Yun Zhanxing speechless. The four fighters in the opposite Tianxing country laughed again and looked at Nanmen Feng as if they were idiots.

The slightly fat young man smiled and said, "why? Are people in chiyun country as stupid as you? For your sake of dying, it doesn't hurt to tell you."

"This time, all the warriors of chiyun country will die! You're just one step ahead. Don't worry, there will be more people to accompany you."