Super God

Yun Feiyang, who was driving the Jiuxiang Yuhong car, also noticed the group of warriors in purple costumes below, and also saw the white man, a sense of familiarity also rose in his heart.

"That guy is..." He thought for a moment, as if remembering something, and was quite surprised: "Was the passing soul caught on earth?"

When Yun Feiyang went to the Taiwu domain of the First Universe, he once passed the earth twice, and saw many souls piercing the void, and learned from Shen Xiaoyu that it was a famous traverser.

He had nothing to do with it, so he grabbed it, caught a soul flying out, and under some prying, learned that his name was Jun Changxiao.

At the beginning, Yun Feiyang also thought that these ordinary souls, flying out of their planes and traversing to the Gaowu world, would definitely be tragic.

Who knows that the ray of soul once caught in fifty thousand years will appear in the realm of Hongmeng.

Why can Yun Feiyang remember such a humble thing?

Because he had mastered the law of cause and effect early, even if it was only a brief contact with the soul, he had established a cause and effect relationship with Jun Changxiao.

Because it is a coincidence on the earth.

The result is to meet again in Hongmeng.

"The strength of those purple clothing warriors does not seem to be strong. How can they capture ancient fierce beasts that are as heavy as seven or eight?" Yun Feiyang quite puzzled.

He had no time to think about it, because thousands of angels appeared in front of him, headed by a twelve-winged archangel, screaming angrily: "Finally got you!"

"Tumbling."

Yun Fei said: "Can't help but send the strong?"

"call out----"

He stopped the Jiuxiang Yuhong car and rushed out into a streamer. Without a word, he offered a black sword and fought against the twelve-winged archangel.

For a time, the world shook and thundered.

...

"I go!"

"So fierce battle?"

Several purple warriors in the distance watched two black and white rays crashing in mid-air, and the breath of breath spread like a wave, stunned.

The patriarch crouched on the stone and twitched at the corner of his mouth: "This **** is the real Xuanxian of the Peak Avenue!"

"Sect Master, do you want to cross the bar." a disciple said.

"Rolling." Sect Master said: "Is this level of master, this seat up to die?"

If I heard that I was undefeated, I would be very ignorant.

After all, at the time in the cave, he speculated that this person's strength is also the mystery of the peak road.

"Boom! Boom!"

In the distance, Yun Feiyang held a black sword and played dozens of rounds with the Archangel Twelve Wings, and then fell on the car of Jiuxiang Yuhong with a smile on the corner of his mouth and said, "You can't help me."

Between the lines, the arrogance of the strong is revealed.

In the distance, several purple-clad warriors admired and secretly said: "This is the real master, which is like the master, can only pretend to look like a strong man by props."

"hateful!"

The eyes of the Twelve-winged Archangel flashed coldly, and then shouted, "Give me the power of Seoul!"

"Brush! Brush!"

Thousands of angels lined up in an instant, and formed a form similar to ‘>’ in the air, each releasing the divine light, pouring all the power into the body of the 12-wing archangel.

Yun Feiyang said with interest: "It seems quite strong."

"Hoooo!"

A strong sacred breath erupted. The entire arch of the twelve-winged archangel turned into a dazzling sun, and then his hands pushed forward suddenly, shouting: "The Great Holy Light!"

As soon as the word had fallen, the divine power that gathered thousands of angels spewed out, turning into an extremely sturdy beam, carrying the power of destruction to the sky.

"hiss!"

In the distance, the purple warrior sucked air.

The power formed by condensing countless people is too terrible for them. If they hit themselves, they will definitely be wiped out on the spot.

Zong Men also frowned and said in secret: "Is this the battle of the strong in the realm of Hongmeng? Sure enough, it makes people doubt life."

During the talk, I looked at the white-haired man who was familiar with the breath. I thought, can he resist the power of so many birds with one person?

"brush!"

The Yunyuan Qiankun sword in front of Yun Feiyang appeared, caught on the hilt, holding the sword in two hands, and crossed them together, his eyes suddenly heated up.

"call out----"

The sacred light beam blinked and blasted on the Hunyuan Qiankun sword and the black sword, causing a tremendous explosion, and a violent wave swept through, destroying everything around.

"not good!"

The patriarch's face changed greatly, and he quickly threw a thing similar to a turtle shell from the space ring and shouted: "Turtle defense!"

"Boom!"

In an instant, a streamer resembling a tortoise shell appeared around him, covering himself and his disciples.

"Huhu--"

It was at this time that the violent waves swept through and directly violently collided with the tortoiseshell defense. Although the sound of creaking came, it was always difficult to break.

The patriarch's face was ugly to the extreme, and silently said: "Must hold on, otherwise, my disciples and I will be out of luck."

Eventually, the powerful energy repercussions weakened, and the Tortoiseshell defense still existed, and was not broken by the monstrous force.

"call!"

The patriarch sighed with relief, and when he looked over, he found that the white-haired man stood in front of the tortoiseshell defense.

His feet were sunken on the ground, his swords were still cross-shaped, his hair flying, his knife-like face revealed, and a faint smile hung from the corner of his mouth.

"Good!"

"Too many coaches!"

The disciples were in unison.

"You bastards..." The patriarch took out the bamboo slips written in the "Historical Records", which would be smashed into their heads.

"Hey."

Yun Fei said: "If you don't want to die, leave this place as soon as possible."

The patriarch put down the idea of ​​punishing the disciples, and said: "Your Excellency is a bit familiar, do you not know the name?"

"Yunfeiyang."

After Yun Feiyang reported his name, he flew toward the Twelve-Winged Archangel with his double swords and fought with it again.

The suzerain said in amazement: "Is it the world-changing power that transformed me?"

Without time to think about it, he hurriedly withdrew the tortoise shells, and then took the disciples to the rear, apparently worried that Yu Wei would spread again.

The evacuation is very wise.

Because Yun Feiyang became extremely serious after resisting the Great Holy Light.

Join hands with the Archangel of the Twelve Wings, the strength is strengthened again and again, and the formed swords and prestige are constantly rippling and sweeping everything around.

finally.

After dozens of confrontations, the twelve-winged archangel, also at the Xuanxian level of the Peak Avenue, was unbearable. He was cut directly and wounded, and he fled with a large number of people.

"Qiao! Qiao!"

Yun Feiyang closed his sword into the sheath and returned to Jiuxiang Yuhong.

His eyes deliberately or unintentionally looked at the direction where the group had just left, and murmured: "The formation similar to the tortoiseshell just now has strong defense. Is he arranged?"

"call out----"

The thought moved and drove away.

...

"Sovereign~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The situation of Hongmeng is too dangerous. Let's go quickly."

Deep in the mountains, a disciple whispered.

"This seat also wants to go. The spaceship that can cross the space has not been repaired, so I can only wait for a while." The Sect Master said helplessly.

"If we were stared at by the strongman of the level just now, we would be afraid of being cool."

"Cool fart, wait for me to find enough advanced crystal nuclei to recharge the magical Italian cannon. The so-called strong men here are all killed by one cannon!" Sect Master said.

"Can you kill the twelve-winged birdman and the white-haired man named Yunfeiyang just now?" the disciple asked.

The patriarch took the "History" and struck **** the disciple's head twice, saying, "If you talk more, just talk more!"

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