Peerless Martial Saint starts from signing in

Chapter 316

Shizu Mountain Range, supply point.

In fact, Mu Feng has been here for a long time, but he didn't show up right away.

He hid in the void, and he saw the performance of the Jiuzhong Pavilion in the face of the enemy's attack, as well as the reactions of all parties here.

He was quite satisfied with Jiuzhongge's performance.

Not being able to defeat the enemy is a matter of strength, which can be improved through acquired efforts.

Cowardice is a matter of mood and attitude, which cannot be changed over and over again, and basically cannot be changed for a lifetime.

Mu Feng also saw what Zhou Ruofei and his father did, and saw Zhao Ren and several elders trapped in the camp and sulked.

There is a clear distinction between the enemy and the friend, and it will be much easier for him to deal with the follow-up.

Mu Feng wanted to kill Yan Han who was in the Faxiang Realm, it was just a matter of one thought.

And the reason why he wants to talk nonsense with the other party is just to follow some basic laws of this world.

Good reasons, bad excuses, you have to learn from others, right?

After all, this is the territory of the Corpse Refining Guild. If you want to kill someone's 'staff', you have to take advantage of it.

Yan Han stood there and laughed, as if the other party had just said a very funny joke.

He reached out and patted the storage bag, and sacrificed a wandering corpse with free combat power.

This was specially authorized by his grandfather for his self-defense, and at this moment, his grandfather also received the message, and he could rush here immediately.

This is your own territory!Nothing to be afraid of!

The young man's laughter was mixed with a hint of revenge and madness.

The transmission sounded into Zhou Ruofei's ears, making the latter feel particularly harsh.

At this moment, an inexplicable premonition surged in her heart: if things were as she had guessed, then after today, the Yan family might be in great trouble.

The current situation is so similar to what I saw in the blood pool area of ​​the ancient tomb not long ago!

Even if it is as strong as the Corpse Refining Guild, it is not willing to easily offend a strong person in the Supreme Realm.

Not to mention, this incident was originally a battle provoked by Yan Han's mistakes.

Just as he was thinking in this way, suddenly, the sound of flesh and blood bursting came from several places around him.

Zhou Ruofei looked sideways, and her pupils suddenly tightened.

However, the monks of the guild's law enforcement team who had been standing quietly waiting for support were blown to death one after another.

Like human-shaped blood bags, pierced by an invisible spiritual needle.

The picture is both bloody and weird.

Soon, everyone discovered that the deaths of those law enforcement monks were regular.

Every time the young pavilion master of the Jiuzhong Pavilion took a step, someone died suddenly.

When he took more than ten steps slowly and came to Yan Han, the entire law enforcement team had already collapsed.

At this moment, Yan Han finally started to panic.

Not only because of the other party's confident attitude, but also because the walking corpse guard in front of him didn't obey his order and stepped forward to kill the enemy!

"Is there something wrong with the token my grandfather gave me?"

"Damn it! Why did you lose the chain at such a time!"

In the palm of Mu Feng's sleeve hanging down, he held a small spiritual weapon.

That was the corpse control item he got when he signed in.

In other words, what Yan Han sacrificed was a wandering corpse, and he couldn't control the opponent to fight back.

If the level is lower, there will be a good show of zombie killing the master on the spot.

Seeing that the other party was getting closer and closer to him, Yan Han didn't even have time to take back the wandering corpse, he kicked the ground with his feet, and his body was reflected like an arrow.

He has already sensed his grandfather's arrival, and there is no chance for him to intervene in this battlefield for the time being.

If the enemy wants to escape, Mu Feng disagrees.

He raised one arm and pressed it forward.

In an instant, a large palm with a cultivation base came first, appeared directly above Yan Han's head, and slapped him on the head suddenly.

"Grandpa! Save me!"

Yan Han roared at the top of his voice, his eyes were bloodshot, and the shadow of death made his flesh and blood condense like ice.

His spirit trembled violently, as if he was about to break out of his body in the next moment.

"Shuzi! Dare!"

A majestic shout came along with the attack, and the sound wave targeted Mu Feng, while the fist of Lingli blasted directly at Yan Han's big palm above Yan Han's head.

Yan Han's strong support rushed over at this juncture.

However, it was of no use.

The sound wave emitted by the seven-star elder collapsed ten feet away from Mu Feng.

And his heavy punch to save his grandson was not as fast as Mu Feng's big palm.

"boom!"

Yan Han's head burst open like a fruit.

Broken skulls and flesh and blood scattered in all directions, and the furthest piece even shot at the feet of the monks crowded around to watch the excitement.

Seeing this scene, Yan Zhishan, who had just emerged from the void, was about to burst into tears.

With a flick of his sleeve, he forcibly changed the direction of the punch that failed to rescue him, and launched an attack towards Mu Feng again.

At the same time, he began to forcibly summon the wandering corpse not far away, trying to control the latter to attack the enemy together.

Seeing that the two strong men were going to fight here, the cultivators watching the battle immediately retreated.

Except for the people in Jiuzhong Pavilion, Zhou Ruofei and Zhou Xian who still stood still, the rest of the people swept towards the supply point like a tide.

The supply point is the public area of ​​the entire arena, where the outdoor situation is simultaneously projected outside the arena.

For a moment, all the monks on and off the court who paid attention to this incident were in an uproar.

"What's going on? Didn't you still use formations to besiege people just now? I just went to talk to my disciples, how did it become like this!"

"Damn, you missed too much! All the members of the law enforcement team just now died, and Elder Yan's grandson was shot in the head. What we see now is that Elder Yan is about to go mad and kill someone!"

"It's hard to say who killed who. Didn't you find out that the wandering corpse sacrificed by Yan Han in the morning seemed to be imprisoned by some force, and it hasn't moved much until now."

"What is the origin of that team? It's so fierce."

"That's the Jiuzhong Pavilion. It was quite famous a while ago, but I think they were impulsive this time. Just wait and see. After killing so many people in the guild, how can the guild let it go?"

When everyone was discussing, Yan Zhishan's offensive had already attacked Mu Feng.

Mu Feng didn't even make a move to dodge, he stretched out his palm lightly, and slapped the opponent's fist forcefully, causing the fist to turn its direction again, and bombarded towards its master.

In addition to the counterattack on the surface, Mu Feng also secretly stimulated the power of thought.

Elder Seven Star can't just die at his own hands, the best way to deal with it right now is to let everyone who saw this battle have guesses, but they can't find out the truth.

How could Yan Zhishan think that his opponent was an existence that even the Supreme Realm was forced to self-destruct.

He roared and rushed halfway, and suddenly found that he was imprisoned from his body to his soul.

He was terrified, but he couldn't change anything.

He watched himself fall to the ground slowly, then put his hands behind his back, straightened his chest and smiled contemptuously at the flying fist.

Yan Zhishan didn't hold back that heavy punch.

At this moment, he was controlled by the power of thought and took off his defenses to meet him head-on, so there was no possibility of him surviving.

"boom!"

The fist landed on Yan Zhishan's body, and after hitting a very exaggerated arc of collapse in his chest, he was sent flying tens of feet backwards.

When it hit the ground, no one could move, and the blasting roar in his body was still resounding like thunder.

Inside and outside the arena, there was a sudden dead silence!