The next moment.

The dying Jiang Xuan felt Chen Feng's feet step on his face.

Jiang Xuan opened his eyes hard and looked at Chen Feng.

Chen Feng had no expression on his face, and the Fang Tian Hua Ji in his hand summoned it out.

Holding Fang Tian Hua Ji with both hands.

He would not give Jiang Xuan any chance to escape.

"No...no..."

Jiang Xuan begged for mercy in his mouth full of blood.

He never thought that his life would be like this. He should have been a legendary elder of Qingcheng and was admired by generations of Qingcheng disciples!

Chen Feng's expression did not change at all.

Fang Tian's painting halberd fell down with a bang.

Pull directly into Jiang Xuan's heart.

A halberd pierces the heart.

Fang Tian Painted Altar appeared in Chen Feng's battle.

The first time I really drank blood, the body of the halberd emitted a violent red light, surging with extremely violent energy!

These are Chen Feng's first few natal equipment cards, whether it is the Sharingan or the Fang Tian Hua Ji, they have grown to an amazing level.

Jiang Xuan's breath of life instantly dissipated.

The essence and blood in the body seemed to have been sucked away by Fang Tian Huaji.

Jiang Xuan, the Great Elder of Qingcheng, and a generation of Obsidians, fell in Qingcheng.

He died at the hands of a young man who was only twenty years old.

Countless disciples of Qingcheng were so shocked that they didn't know what to say, so they could only look at Chen Feng.

When did they think of such a scene?

The entire city was filled with blood and murderous aura.

Chen Feng, who had solved Jiang Xuan, slowly looked at Jiang Yu.

Jiang Yu was surrounded by more than a dozen beautiful masters, and his eyes showed madness and despair!

Opposite him, there is a 8-level spiritual master like Shantiao.
Chapter completed!