They found that there was a blood sword as bright as a drop of blood stuck in the shopkeeper's chest, and the shopkeeper was completely breathless.

Zhuowen kept walking, still walking towards the Weeping Blood Terrace, while the blood fairy sword flitted out and re-entered Zhuowen's big world.

The gazes of many foreign races were dignified, and they finally knew that it was not a fluke that Zhuo Wen killed the Qingmang just now, nor was the Qingmang distracted by his surprise attack.

It's that Zhuo Wen is really talented and learned, possesses the combat power of the master of heaven, and is an extremely powerful master.

Zhuo Wen naturally knew the purpose of the shopkeeper of the restaurant, he just used this excuse to keep him and show off in front of Feng Buming.

He also knew that it was so weird for him to kill Qingmang, so many people in the restaurant thought he was lucky, and he happened to kill Qingmang when Qingmang was distracted, and finally killed Qingmang.

Now that he sacrificed the Immortal Blood Sword to kill the shopkeeper of the restaurant in front of everyone, he knew that those annoying flies in the restaurant would really know his great strength.

The iron cavalry of the Phoenix clan lined up on both sides, staring at Zhuo Wen coldly, a silent killing intent surged out from the iron cavalry of the Phoenix clan on both sides, pointing directly at Zhuo Wen.

Zhuo Wen turned a blind eye to the killing intent in the cavalry, but kicked his right foot, and a more terrifying killing intent burst out from his body.

In an instant, with Zhuo Wen at the center, terrifying killing intent swept across, forming a storm of killing intent.

The expressions of the subway riders on both sides changed slightly. The moment they came into contact with this murderous storm, they all retreated again and again, their faces pale, and they spit out a mouthful of blood, extremely embarrassed.

Zhuo Wen didn't pay attention to these iron cavalry of the Phoenix clan at all, but took a step and landed on the Weeping Blood Platform as if teleporting, standing firmly in front of Feng Buming.

Feng Buming narrowed his eyes, and he looked at Zhuo Wen solemnly, he knew that he underestimated Zhuo Wen before.

Judging from the strength shown by Cai Zhuowen just now, he knew that this son should have the strength of the general Tongtianzhu in the early stage.

But that's all. Facing his words, Feng Buming is confident that he can get rid of Zhuo Wen in a short time.

After all, the Zhuo Wen in front of him is only the blood of the Devouring Clan, while he is the blood of the noble Phoenix Clan, much higher than this young man, and correspondingly much stronger in strength.

Feng Buming raised his chin slightly, looked at Zhuo Wen, and said proudly: "I heard about you from Erfu, your strength is very good, but if you want to fight me, it is still not enough!"

"Now, I will give you a chance to submit to our Phoenix Clan and hand over your spirit ring. I will consider letting you be our guest of the Phoenix Clan! This is your highest honor, and you have no reason to refuse!"

Zhuo Wen sneered and said: "It's up to you? By the way, the Erfu you mentioned is already my woman! When I was at the Weeping Blood Terrace, I gave Erfu three Taiji Juling Pills as a token of love." The token, many people saw it at the time!"

"Please call me a woman in the future, don't call me Erfu in such a nasty way, please call me Miss Erfu! You are not qualified to call Erfu."

Feng Buming was taken aback for a moment, and then flew into a rage. He coldly glanced at Yuan Erfu, whose face was pale, and found that the latter looked strange, so he knew that what Zhuo Wen said was not groundless.

"No, this Zhuo Wen is talking nonsense and slandering me! I have never admitted that I am his woman, let alone accept any of his Tai Chi Spirit Gathering Pills!" Yuan Erfu quickly explained.

Unfortunately, Feng Buming stopped Yuan Erfu directly, and said coldly: "Yuan Erfu, you don't need to explain, I know it myself!"

Yuan Erfu's pretty face was pale, she saw the anger and indifference in Feng Buming's eyes, she knew that Feng Buming must have believed Zhuo Wen's words.

This made Yuan Erfu feel uneasy!

"Zhuowen, you shouldn't, you shouldn't touch my woman! Do you know what will happen when you touch my woman?"

As he said that, Feng Buming grabbed the void with his right hand, and a blood-red flame condensed in his palm, finally turning into a long spear burning with blood-red flame.

"Back then, Yuan Yi, a genius of the Saint Diao tribe, was in front of me. He took an extra look at Erfu. I gouged out his eyes, abolished his cultivation, and threw him into the wilderness to fend for himself!"

"Cang Wu, a deacon in Fengxue City, touched Erfu with his hand, and his limbs were crippled. Life would be better than death!"

"A proud and arrogant genius from the Bishi family once used words to tease Erfu, and I wrung his head off!"

"And now, what you've done is even better than the three of them. Your fate will be worse than death!"

Speaking of this, Feng Buming stepped on the ground in front of him, and the terrifying killing intent exploded on the Weeping Blood Platform along with the fiery air waves.

The blood flames burned more and more violently, spreading in all directions at an extremely fast speed.

In an instant, the entire Weeping Blood Platform was covered in blood flames and burned like a tragic enchantment.

The surrounding alien races, seeing the terrifying blood flames around the Weeping Blood Platform, their eyes tightened, and they were all stunned, showing horror.

"It's so powerful! Is this Feng Buming's true strength? This level of power probably exceeds that of the average Tongtianzhu early stage!"

"As expected, he is the most powerful genius of the Phoenix Clan! He is so terrifying. I heard that he has just broken through to the Master of Heaven, yet he has such terrifying combat power! We are far inferior!"

"Then Zhuo Wen is doomed. With Feng Buming's strength, how could Zhuo Wen be his opponent!"

The surrounding aliens talked a lot, and they all felt the terrifying aura of Feng Buming, and they were not optimistic about Zhuo Wen at all.

Standing under the stage, Hong Lao had his hands behind his back, with a slight curvature of his mouth, silently looking at the Weeping Blood Stage. JrNovels.com