Chapter 777

"Ah..."

Xuanzihui suddenly screams that he has lost his cultivation. Even if his cultivation has improved his body, he just dropped it from the tenth floor of the emperor's building. His body is completely broken, and his bones are 90 percent broken.

At this time, where can withstand a person's severe blow, the body suddenly like electricity, feet and head, slightly tilted, pale as paper, a blood straight out of the mouth, splash void.

The crowd trembled and kept pumping air. Jiang Feng was obviously intentional. How could he just hit Xuan Zihui when he threw that genius out of such a big place.

By such a smash, even if Xuan Zihui had a breath, it was estimated that he was not far away from death.

At this time, on the tenth floor of the imperial building, Jiang Feng left the second genius behind and continued to fight. The rest of the members of the Junzi association were pale and trembling with fear.

It's not human at all. It's a Tyrannosaurus Rex in human shape. It's not afraid of heaven and earth. It's impossible to threaten him when he moves out of the Junzi society.

The rest of them are smart and dare not threaten Jiang Feng. Instead, they are weak. They beg Jiang Feng to let them go. Once Yin Zhicheng and Xuan Zihui are dead and injured, there is no need to target them.

Jiang Feng is too lazy to talk nonsense. Most people are so stupid. When they feel that they are invincible, they are arrogant and domineering. When they face death, they are terrified.

If you give this kind of person a chance, you are killing yourself in an ambush.

Jiang Feng constantly hands, a group of people cultivation, all abandoned, no matter how they beg for mercy, also indifferent.

Brush! Brush!!!!

The figures kept flying out of the tenth floor of the imperial building and falling towards the outside world.

And everyone falls, is stacked on another body, like a wall, the top person is OK, the bottom is miserable.

Xuanzihui spewed blood, and his body almost turned into meat mud. Originally, there were some intact bones to support his body. As a result, this intact body was smashed and deformed, and the viscera were broken.

Outsiders can no longer see the original appearance of Xuan Zihui. The scene is miserable and the blood is all over the place.

The crowd felt cold in their hearts, and they even felt difficult to breathe. Jiang Feng was too cruel. In his eyes, what a gentleman would do, what a genius, fart is not.

One by one, the brilliant talents who are in the holy state and have countless auras are thrown out of the imperial building one by one. Their bodies are broken and their blood splashes into the void.

This kind of scene, too powerful, some of these genius fans, did not see such a brutal scene, directly turned to vomit.

On the tenth floor of the emperor's building, only Ma Shurong was left.

This woman, who had been scared to doubt life, looked dull and had endless fear in her eyes.

"Let me go, I can be your slave all your life. Just play as you like..."

Whoo!

In order to survive, Ma Shurong trembled and begged for mercy. This method is too low-level.

Jiang Feng didn't want to hear it. He looked like ice. He was merciless and ruthless. He waved his big hand and stirred the power of the stars to smash Ma Shurong's Xingchen yuan mansion. In an instant, his physical meridians were also smashed.

"Get out of here!" Jiang Feng roars, bends his fingers and drinks the power of the stars. Ma Shurong's body is like a feather. He is fluttering and is hit by the air.

Boom!!!

The crowd stared until Ma Shurong's body was stacked on a pile of people, and suddenly more than a dozen screams came out.

Xuanzihui at the bottom doesn't even spray blood. He has no reaction at all. Even if his mother comes, he can't tell who it is.

More than a dozen people continued to smash, and their accomplishments were abandoned, and they fell down from the ten story high place. The body was already fragmented. At this time, they could not die any more.

The emperor downstairs, thousands of monks, appalled inexplicable, until a long time, before the outbreak of a startling noise.

Jiang Feng is too strong. He's a man in white. He's invincible. He waves his hand and defeats more than a dozen geniuses of the Junzi Association. He's like a devil and no one can stop him.

How many people of the same generation can compete with Jiang Feng in Shengzhou?

Until this time, those who believed the rumors and said Jiang Feng did not dare to come to Shengzhou were ashamed.

"With Jiang Feng's strength, he is not under you Zuo!"

The crowd nodded and believed it. You zuao, the third in the star sky list, had the ancestral blood and immortal body. He went into the southern wilderness alone and subdued the magma dragon with his bare hands.

It can be said that youzuo is definitely one of the most powerful talents in the star continent. But even such a terrible genius can't be said to defeat more than a dozen people of the Junzi society with a wave.

And Jiang Feng, but did, so, with Jiang Feng strength, absolutely not weak you Zuo.

How can such strength be afraid to come to Shengzhou and dare not fulfill the promise of World War I two years ago?

Jiang Feng, who was shocked by the first World War, was standing on the tenth floor of the emperor's building. The breeze was blowing and his hair was flying. He was dressed in white, with his back to the people. He was like a banished immortal, and his temperament was ethereal. He was also like the king of the world. He was invincible and threatened the eight wastelands of the world.

In people's hearts, at the same time, there is an illusion that this is not a young genius, but a mythical figure who has fought for nine days and ten places, experienced three generations of reincarnation, and passed through the world of mortals.

What makes people have this strange feeling is not Jiang Feng's clothes and appearance, but a kind of temperament sent out by each other, which can generally reflect a person's heart.

Jiang Feng's heart of cultivation is like this, which makes people feel this way.

All the people present were surprised and surprised. What had Jiang Feng experienced and why did he exude such a unique spirit? Even though he had experienced strong winds and waves and the ups and downs of heaven and earth, he might not have this feeling.

Jiang Feng's back to the public, does not care about how others see, how to guess, since the grasp of the mystery of time, his state of mind, to a higher level, to his own road, more firm.

Brush!!!

At this time, Jiang Feng raised his head and looked at the emperor's building. Then he moved and ran up in a flash.

"Well?" Jiang Feng's action attracts people's attention and makes everyone feel surprised.

Has not defeated Xuan Zihui and others? Why does Jiang Feng keep silent for a moment and go straight to the emperor's building? What does he want to do?

Jiang Feng's speed is very fast. In an instant, he stepped on the 18th floor of the imperial building, which is also the highest floor.

Standing on it is like standing on a mountain peak, you can see the whole ethereal place, the clouds rolling and the clouds relaxing.

There are floating peaks and buildings interspersed among them, as well as a magnificent Tianhe galloping, full of tourists.

"When Jiang Feng ascended the 18th floor of the imperial building, he wanted to declare himself the number one in the world?"

The crowd guessed that there were no more reasons for Jiang Feng's action.

Whew!

Just after Jiang Feng landed on the 18th floor of the imperial building, a burst of air came.

Jiang Feng swept with one hand, and a glass of wine appeared in his hand.

The crowd is shocked. There are people on the 18th floor of the imperial building.

Jiang Feng, for this man.

Who is in it? Is it a member of the Junzi society?

If you are a member of the Junzi Association, what do you mean by a toast?

The author of a pot of wine said: PS: there is an outbreak today, one chapter for each code. This month, the last day, there are still more than 50 flowers on the list. It has never been so close before. I am not willing to drink. Today, I just try my best to code. As of LingDian, the end of May, the flowers are closed. I don't want flowers. Let's look at it.