Heaven-defying Skills

Han Fengxue's right hand was clasped around the young man's neck, and he walked slowly towards Huanxing. At this moment, no matter how the young man struggled, he could not move at all. He did not have the courage to attack Han Fengxue. If Han Fengxue accidentally used some force, it would not be fun. The young man's face was already red, not because of discomfort, but because of shame and anger. He who admired strength so much was actually abused and insulted by Han Fengxue at this moment. It was like a few cuts in his heart. It was too embarrassing, and it was in front of his men and everyone. But he was also shocked by Han Fengxue's strength. His physical strength was too strong.

The battles in other places also stopped. The crowd looked at this side and was stunned. The eighth-level strongman they despised not long ago defeated a ninth-level strongman in seconds. The ninth-level strongman who was still arrogant just now, and Han Fengxue looked too relaxed. It seemed that the ninth-level strongman was too weak, not too strong. But no one would think about it. The eighth-level strongman could not shake the ninth-level strongman even if he took a nap. It can only be said that Han Fengxue's true strength is not what it shows on the surface.

Han Fengxue carried the young man in the air and came to Huanxing's side. He said indifferently: "I didn't hear what you said just now. Can you say it again!"

The blushing young man was stunned when he heard Han Fengxue's cold words. He twisted his neck and stared at Han Fengxue fiercely, but his life was in the hands of others, so he dared not speak out.

"Young Master!" All the ninth-rank warriors who followed the young man surrounded this side, their eyes were full of fear and worry. The young man was insulted like this, they knew that no matter whether the young man was dead or alive, their future life would not be easy. Of course, they still hoped that the young man was alive. If he died, they would probably be buried with him.

Han Fengxue was too lazy to pay attention to them. They were just a group of dead people. "Puff," a light sound was heard, and the sound of bones breaking was heard. The young man's knees instantly bent in the air, and his head was also held by Han Fengxue and knocked towards Huanxing. The crowd looked at Han Fengxue's actions in horror, and their backs also felt cold. Han Fengxue's behavior was too decisive. Anyone could see that the young man came from a big force, but Han Fengxue didn't say anything and humiliated the young man to the extreme. If he didn't take action, it would be fine. Once he took action, he would make the other party ashamed to death. In this way, there would be no room for the hatred between the two to be resolved, and they would fight to the death.

The young man struggled desperately with his neck, but he had no strength at all. At this moment, he even forgot the pain of broken bones. He bit his lips tightly with his teeth, and blood kept flowing out. He had never thought that he, who was of noble status and gifted, would suffer such an insult one day.

"Young Master!" The young man did not make a move, and the people around him exclaimed again, their eyes showing a bloodthirsty red light, and they sighed in their hearts that Han Fengxue was cruel enough to leave no room for him.

Huanxing's eyes were indifferent, without the slightest fluctuation. When others insulted him, he knew the pain and felt that life was worse than death. When he insulted himself, didn't he laugh happily? Those who insult others will always be insulted by others. Such people are not worthy of a trace of sympathy.

"This is the punishment for your words that insulted Huanxing just now." Han Fengxue said indifferently, "Slap" another crisp slap sounded, and on the young man's face, there were five more finger marks, which made everyone's heart beat fiercely again.

"This is the punishment for your insult to me just now." Han Fengxue continued to speak without any concern.

"Asshole, don't you know who my young master is?" One of the ninth-level strong men in that group finally couldn't help but speak. He really couldn't figure it out. Since Huanxing was Han Fengxue's wife, Han Fengxue should naturally know Huanxing's identity, so the identity of the young man was also obvious, but Han Fengxue dared to do this. It was too bold. They even suspected that Huanxing didn't tell Han Fengxue about her identity. They also guessed that Huanxing didn't tell Han Fengxue about her identity, but would Han Fengxue be concerned about the identity of the young man?

The cold eyes cast over, making the person who spoke shrink his head. When Han Fengxue glanced at him, he actually felt a chill in his heart.

"No need to know his identity. Today, he must die." Han Fengxue said indifferently: "Although I don't know what he did before, but he made my wife unhappy, and death is his punishment."

Han Fengxue's words directly sentenced the young man to death, and shocked everyone again. They secretly said, what a crazy person, what an arrogant tone, and Huanxing's eyes seemed to have something in them. He rubbed them and there was a trace of redness.

"You are so angry for your beloved? I admire your courage, but have you ever considered the consequences?" The man was brave enough. Anyway, he couldn't live if the young man died, so he mustered up the courage to continue.

With a trace of evil at the corner of his mouth, Han Fengxue suddenly said gently: "That's right, it's so angry for your beloved, so what." After speaking, a light click sounded, and the hand clasped on the young man's neck twisted. The young man's head tilted, his eyes widened, and there was confusion and shame in his eyes. He hadn't figured out what was going on, and he had been dealt with by Han Fengxue.

The space solidified at this moment. Han Fengxue proved his words with his actions. They were so sonorous and powerful. He didn't need to know your identity. Death is the punishment. He did it. Before the other party revealed the young man's identity, he ended the young man's life without giving the other party even a chance.

The ninth-level powerhouse who had spoken just now was completely wilted at this moment. His eyes were wide open. He still couldn't believe that the young man died like this. It seemed that his words had become a catalyst for the young man's death. He felt that the people around him His heart kept sinking under the cold gaze he was receiving. Not to mention Han Fengxue, I'm afraid none of his friends could spare him. Obviously, the crowd consciously gave him a share of responsibility for the young man's death. .

"My young master is from the Temple of Fog." The man looked at Han Fengxue with extreme anger and spoke slowly, but at this moment, in front of his eyes, the light flickered twice, and he also said Without saying anything, a pair of big hands clasped his neck tightly, with a hint of coldness in the corners of his eyes, Han Fengxue said indifferently: "I said, I don't need to know, why don't you understand? ." After saying that, he exerted slight pressure on his hand, and with a soft click, another ninth-level strong man's life fell in Han Fengxue's hands. The crowd looked at the eighth-level Han Fengxue, but... Fear arose spontaneously, as if he had seen a devil.

His eyes swept around him. Those extremely arrogant ninth-level strong men quickly retreated and stopped far away. He saw a hint of joking in the corner of Han Fengxue's eyes. The ninth-level strong men , just because of a look from Han Fengxue, they were so frightened. This strong man deserved it. It was really embarrassing, but they dared not to retreat. The young man and the ninth-level strong man who had just fallen were very good. example of.

Han Fengxue's figure slowly retreated, looking at the group of people, and said with a sneer: "I have changed my mind now. I will leave two messengers, one at the eighth level and one at the ninth level. Kill the others!" After falling, the long swords of those already itchy people from the Martial God Empire emitted a bright brilliance and swept towards the seventh- and eighth-level strong men who were still in a dazed state. The three-headed divine beast also roared, Screaming, heading towards the ninth-level powerhouse, the blazing flames burned crazily.

Those strong men in Tian'en Holy Land had no fighting spirit at all. They were defeated in one blow. They could not muster much resistance. Screams were heard one after another. The number of strong men who fell to the ground continued to increase until the last two were left. Only then did Han Fengxue untie the seal and let them leave. This time his purpose was to frighten the crowd in Tian'en Holy Land and prevent people from spreading the news back. How could this work? As for that Nine In fact, it doesn't matter whether the tenth-level powerhouses stay or not. The young man died here. If there are tenth-level powerhouses and elders, they will be able to find them here sooner or later. In this case, it is better to be more relaxed and come early to save yourself from not being here. That's trouble.

Watching the two people leave, the elites of the Martial God Empire seemed to be unsatisfied. Their performance this time was also brilliant. They completely defeated the opponent and no one on their side suffered a loss. Everyone looked at Han Fengxue with admiration, until Han Feng After Xue spoke, they slowly left.

Huanxing snuggled into Han Fengxue's arms, with happiness and sweetness in her eyes, and said, "Fengxue, you may be in trouble. Do you know my identity?"

"If you cause trouble, I will carry it and get up. I don't need to know your other identity. Now, you are my wife, Han Fengxue."

He nodded fiercely, tears sparkling in Huanxing's eyes, and said softly: "Fengxue, whether you want to know or not, I still have to tell you that I am the daughter of the Master of the Mist Temple, and what you just said The young man killed is the second master of the Mist Temple, the son of my second uncle, and my second uncle is a tenth-level strong man. "

Soon after, the surviving ninth-level strong man rushed to the Mist Temple and reported the matter to the Second Hall Master of the Mist Temple. There was no way, his soul was in the hands of the Second Hall Master, and he couldn't run away even if he wanted to. , and because the second hall master was in a rage because his son's soul mark disappeared, after hearing his words, he directly killed the only survivor on the spot, and he himself went directly to the main hall of the Mist Temple. Go, there, a middle-aged man seems to be waiting for him.

"Brother, I might have to go out to do something." The second hall master said to the middle-aged man in front of him.

The middle-aged man frowned and said: "The physical world is about to open in a year. At this time, what else is more important than seclusion!"