Chapter 893

"How is it possible, Brother Mo Han, he was defeated!"

"I, I, I... Am I delusional? Brother Mo Han's strength is actually defeated by a monk in such a small place. This, how is this possible? Brother Mo Han can fuse two kinds of true intentions in the attack! "

"..."

The people of the Tianhan Holy Sect were in an uproar and couldn't believe it.

And the elders and disciples of Bingxin Valley were even more stunned and couldn't believe it.

Mo Han, who couldn't beat even the elders of the eighth level of the Linghai realm in the valley, was defeated by Mu Feng who had just broken through the Linghai realm!

Even if Mu Feng was a rare genius in the Zhou Wu Dynasty, this result made them unbelievable. The leap in this realm was too great.

Of course, that's not actually Mu Feng's own strength. It's because he burned Shura's essence and blood and used forbidden techniques to greatly improve his skills in a short period of time. It wasn't his own cultivation. In short, he was cheating.

But in this world, it only depends on the result, who cares what means you use, strength is the most important thing.

But even so, it was extremely difficult for Mu Feng to win this battle.

Mo Han glared at Mu Feng with wide eyes, and roared, "How is it possible, how could you defeat me, it's impossible! What kind of sorcery did you use to improve your skills?"

Mu Feng was condescending, looked down at Mo Han, and said sarcastically, "Don't you even dare to admit your failure? I really don't know how a person like you can climb up to where you are today. You say I'm humble, but how noble are you? The ridiculously noble life is now in my hands"

Hearing this, Mo Han's expression turned ugly, and he roared angrily. Suddenly, a long sword appeared in his hand, and he slammed towards Mu Feng. With great murderous intent, Mu Feng kicked Mo Han hard again, and Mo Han was kicked. He vomited blood again and retreated.

Mu Feng raised his saber and slashed at Mo Han. This guy has such a murderous intention towards him, how could he stay?

"presumptuous!"

But at this moment, a thunderous shout rang out in Mu Feng's ears, and a violent energy came out, hitting Mu Feng's body fiercely.

Pfft...!

As if being hit by a heavy hammer, Mu Feng vomited blood and retreated backwards. The internal organs in his body felt as if they had been displaced by the bombardment, and several bones were broken.

Mu Feng flew tens of meters away and rolled to the ground.

"Front!"

Yun Qingwan let out an exclamation, and hurriedly ran towards Mu Feng, ran towards Mu Feng, and quickly helped Mu Feng up, while Mu Feng looked angrily at the white-clothed man who was walking from the void.

He was dressed in white, standing proudly in the void, exuding the majesty of a king, and looked at Mu Feng indifferently.

"Elder Cold"

The disciples of Tianhan Shengzong hurriedly saluted.

"Master Envoy"

The people of Bingxin Valley also saluted respectfully.

"elder"

Mo Han got up and looked at Leng Changqing with a face of shame, not daring to look into the other's eyes, and lowered his head.

Leng Changqing ignored the crowd, looked at Mu Feng indifferently, and said indifferently: "It's really presumptuous, dare to kill the disciples of the Holy Sect, who gave you the guts?"

Mu Feng got up, stood in front of Wan'er, looked up at Leng Changqing, straightened his spine, and said, "The fate of the disciples of the Holy Sect is fate, so the fate of our ordinary monks is not fate? He wants to kill me , why can't I kill him, the same generation is fighting for the top, and the senior intervenes like this, don't you think it is against the demeanor of the senior?"

When Mu Feng said that, everyone was in an uproar, Mu Feng dared to contradict Elder Leng like this!

Leng Changqing was speechless at Mu Feng's question, and then he said indifferently: "People are divided into three, six, and nine classes, and there is a difference between superiority and inferiority. You are an ordinary monk, how can your life be as noble as the disciples of the Holy Sect?"

Tianhan Sect, one of the hegemony-level sects in this continent, the disciples and elders of the Sacred Sect are used to domineering. To his surprise, he dared to contradict him.

Perhaps, in his heart, he still doesn't know how powerful the Tianhan Holy Sect is.

The person Mu Feng killed earlier was just an outer disciple, and Mo Han, but an inner disciple, might become the mainstay of the sect in the future. Killing like this, cultivating an inner disciple, the sect also consumed a lot of resources.

"People are divided into three, six, and nine grades, and there is a difference between superiority and inferiority... Hahahaha..."

Mu Feng laughed out loud when he heard the words, he looked at Leng Changqing, his iron bones were firm, his eyes were full of arrogance, and he said: "Since the senior said so, the junior dare to ask the senior, but the senior is a generation of kings from birth. So cultivated? Didn’t seniors grow from weak to strong? What kind of respect do you mean, and what kind of humble do you mean? Then, in the face of a more powerful existence, will seniors have to give up their dignity and become a humble!"

Mu Feng's words were like Feng, and he asked directly,

"This kid is too bold"

"Crazy, crazy, a little cultivator, dare to insult Elder Leng like this"

People looked at Mu Feng in shock, this kid is too bold.

"You are right, but in front of you, I am respectful and you are humble. If I make you kneel down, you have to kneel down. I want your life, and I can take it with you."

Leng Changqing said indifferently, a king's coercion swept and oppressed Mu Feng.

boom……!

Mu Feng instantly felt that hundreds of thousands of catties of pressure came and fell on his body, soul, and Yuanli. He felt a sense of oppression.

"Ka Ka Ka..."

Mu Feng bent his body, and there was a creaking sound from all the bones in his body. This king's coercion would force him to kneel down.

And Leng Changqing just looked at Mu Feng indifferently.

"Feng, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing Mu Feng's uncomfortable face, Wan'er bent down, and asked worriedly, Leng Changqing's coercion of the king was only aimed at Mu Feng alone, Wan'er didn't feel it.

Wan'er went to help Mu Feng, but felt that Mu Feng's body weighed tens of thousands of catties.

Pfft...!

Mu Feng spat out a mouthful of blood, and this terrifying pressure directly pushed the seriously injured him to the ground.

"I can make you surrender with a single thought, this is Zun, I can destroy your family with a word, this is the king, I can kill you with a wave of my fingers, this is the Lord"

Leng Changqing looked at Mu Feng and said indifferently.

Mu Feng crawled on the ground, lifted his head high, looked at Leng Changqing, and roared: "But I, Mu Feng, don't believe in fate, I don't believe in this world, I am born to be high or low, I am up to my fate , not by the sky, not by you!"

boom……!

Mu Feng roared angrily, and two more Asura's essence blood burned, and his skill increased again. He punched hard on the ground, thrust a battle spear into the ground in his hand, and supported his body with the battle spear. Under this coercion, Under the shocking eyes of everyone, he stood up little by little!