"Zhang Lingfeng..."

He exhaled lightly the turbid air, restrained his murderous intent and sharpness, and in an instant, he was like an old farmer hanging down with his old eyes dazzled.

The bamboo chariot stopped in front of a restaurant.

Zhang Lingfeng didn't get off the chariot and looked at the restaurant with interest. Several Confucian scholars were talking loudly, but when they saw his arrival, their faces turned pale.

"Why don't you guys say it?"

Zhang Lingfeng smiled.

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An old scholar suddenly stood up, causing the table and chair to make a 'rattle' sound. His face was pale, but his voice was very sharp:

"You are a scum who imprisons your mother and bullies your nephew, can you say that I can't say it?"

“Bold!”

A soldier scolded him loudly, lifted his sword and was about to take action.

"not busy."

Zhang Lingfeng raised his hand to stop his subordinates' actions and looked at the old scholar:

"As far as the prince knows, once you become a corrupt scholar, you fail to pass the exam many times. It seems that no one will affect you..."

"you!"

The old scholar's face turned red, not knowing whether it was fear, shame or anger, or that he was already sick, but he actually opened his mouth to cough up blood.

"A poor and corrupt scholar dares to discuss major issues."

Zhang Lingfeng sneered and was about to leave, his expression suddenly moved. When his eyes turned, he saw a faint sword light burst out from outside the long street.

laugh!

The air flow roars and the strong wind blew.

In a short while, several armored soldiers who were protecting the chariot were cut in half and slashed straight to the ground.

He chose the timing too well, and the knife was too fast. No one seemed to have reacted outside the street except Zhang Lingfeng.

The soldiers were furious and their anger had not yet spoken.

The gloomy sword light had already stabbed three feet in front of Zhang Lingfeng.

Then, the air seemed to stagnate at this moment.

"Um?!"

Zhao Wuxia's pupils contracted violently.

A white and even obese palm suddenly appeared in front of him, stretching out his fingers slowly, holding his blade.

"Quest-grandmaster-level killer, hundreds of forged divine weapons, and also tempered the strange poison 'Soul-Breaking Smoke'..."

There was a sound of neither high nor low in his ears.

Then, in his incredible terror, his divine weapon was nimble and cracked open!

From the blade to the hilt, it was neatly cracked, as if it had turned into a thin sword, a soft sword, and the noodles seemed to collapse.

Then, it was his true energy, arms, qi and blood, and torso...

"road……"

Zhao Wusha's eyes widened, but he didn't even spit out a complete word, and was twisted and split by invisible huge force!

Like that long forged knife, it cracked from head to toe!

"Overbial ability!"

Zhang Lingfeng sneered, suddenly noticed something, and raised his eyebrows.

Buzz!

In the flash, Zhang Lingfeng's fat body was so agile that it exceeded everyone's imagination. No one could react, and he had already jumped out of ten feet.

But faster than that, it was an electric light!

One black and one white, the lightning jumped out of Zhao Wusha's broken body like an electric snake.

Boom!

Black and white intertwined, creating a huge roar, resounding inside and outside the long street.

"What's it?!"

A warrior shouted and covered his eyes, but he felt that there was a vast white space in front of him, as if a sea of ​​thunder had exploded in front of him, and for a moment he could not see anything.

"Yin and Yang thunder fall, and the thunder of thousands of waves are shocking?!"

Looking at the lightning light that was intertwined with black and white, like a thunder dragon, and like a spear, pierced the airflow and the strong wind, Zhang Lingfeng's face darkened.

Boom!

Black and white intertwined, and large areas of lightning ran and spread. Soon, there were screams inside and outside the long street, and dozens or hundreds of people were dancing and screaming in succession.

"Crown Prince!"

Several soldiers were the first to be hit, and their bodies were smoked and their long hair stood up. They rushed forward in shock and anger, but were blown back by the air waves.

"The Grandmaster-level Yin-Yang Transformation Hand!"

In the smoke of gunpowder, Zhang Lingfeng walked out slowly, his clothes were broken, and lightning could be seen in the naked eye jumped on the pure golden armor inside him.

His face was gloomy. In his palm, a fist-sized thunder ball kept spinning, bursting with a terrifying aura.

"Mr. Yu, what do you have to say?"

Zhang Lingfeng suddenly turned around, and outside the long street, Yu Jing had arrived at some point.

"It's indeed Yin and Yang's transformation and destruction."

Yu Jing opened his hand, and the thunder ball crossed more than ten feet long and fell into his palm. He weighed it casually:
Chapter completed!