Chapter 560: Killing Feng Luo

Style: Fantasy Author: little white money manWords: 2451Update Time: 24/01/18 17:14:06
Upon seeing this, Zhang Liucheng immediately concentrated on responding. He clenched his fist tightly, as if he wanted to concentrate all his strength into one point.

His body leaned forward slightly, like a tiger descending a mountain, carrying an irresistible force.

Zhang Liucheng swung a punch with such force that it seemed to break the air.

This punch contains the power of a violent storm, like a raging wind, sweeping away all obstacles and destroying them instantly.

The powerful air flow spread with this punch, forming a strong wind that made the surrounding air buzz.

Feng Luo's spear instantly became fragile in front of Zhang Liucheng's fist, as if it was just a fragile wooden stick.

"Peng!"

With a loud noise, the spear was shattered into countless pieces and scattered on the ground.

Feng Luo himself was also shaken and flew out. After rolling a few times in the air, he fell heavily to the ground.

Zhang Liucheng did not choose to pursue him. He stood there with cold and firm eyes.

Feng Luo got up from the ground, his face even more gloomy, as if the sky was covered with dark clouds, and the wrath of thunder might break out at any time.

His eyes flashed with fierce light, as sharp as a blade.

Feng Luo said no more, but rushed towards Zhang Liucheng again, with that decisive momentum like a wild bison, rushing towards his opponent desperately.

This time, Feng Luo no longer used his spear, but directly clashed with his body.

"die!"

Feng Luo's fist was clenched tightly, as hard as a hammer, and with a strong wind, like the force of thunder, it hit Zhang Liucheng's face.

Feng Luo's body traced a rapid trajectory in the air, like a bolt of lightning piercing the dark sky, which was amazing.

But Zhang Liucheng remained as steady as a mountain, unmoved.

His right fist was clenched, containing lightning-like power, and there was a muffled sound in the air.

Zhang Liucheng's fist wind was like a violent energy, like a tiger descending from the mountain, unstoppable, instantly disintegrating Feng Luo's offensive.

That force surged like a torrent, impacting Feng Luo's defense line, causing Feng Luo's offensive to collapse in the torrent like a sandcastle.

Zhang Liucheng's fist was like a discharged cannonball, accurately hitting Feng Luo's chest. The force was so great that Feng Luo's body rolled several times in the air, and then hit the ground hard.

Feng Luo's face suddenly turned extremely pale, and his body was shaking uncontrollably, as if the power of that punch was too much for him to bear.

Feng Luo lowered his head and looked at his chest. There was a blood hole as big as the mouth of a bowl. Blood spurted out like a spring, and the vitality of life was gradually dissipating.

Feng Luo was shocked by this. The power of that punch exceeded his imagination and penetrated directly through his body.

He felt that his heart and lungs were broken, every breath became extremely difficult, and his body gradually lost consciousness.

Feng Luo's body suddenly swayed, as if a long-lasting tree was crumbling in the storm.

Feng Luo's body leaned forward suddenly, and then fell straight down.

The ground was shaken by Feng Luo's body, as if a slight earthquake was raging within the scope of the Wind Spear Sect.

A stream of blood spurted out from his mouth, like the sunset under the sunset, so red and dazzling, so shocking.

The blood drew a sad arc in the air, and then splashed on the ground, like bloody flowers blooming in the dark, alluring and sad.

Feng Luo, the strongest disciple of the Wind Spear Sect, was once known as the treasure of the sect, like a bright star, lighting up the sky of the entire Wind Spear Sect.

Feng Luo is the role model in the hearts of all sect disciples, and the goal they dream of surpassing.

However, now that Feng Luo had died without warning, everyone's hearts were filled with shock and disbelief.

Feng BuChang was deeply relieved to see this.

He raised his hands to King Fenghu and congratulated him: "Senior King Fenghu, congratulations on your appointment as the leader of the Wind Spear Sect. This important task will definitely leave an indelible mark on you in the long river of history."

A hint of joy flashed across King Fenghu's face, and he said, "I am already old, and I am not interested in the position of leader of the Wind Spear Sect. I think you are the most suitable candidate."

After hearing this, Feng Bubu's face was filled with joy, and he raised his hands to King Feng Tiger and said gratefully: "Senior, I am really flattered by your praise. Although you are old, you are energetic and majestic, and all the juniors admire you. Your Experience and wisdom are beyond the reach of us young people.”

After hearing this, King Fenghu smiled calmly, waved his hand, and said: "That's all, although your words are beautiful, but I know my situation. Now, I just want to concentrate on practicing and break through to a higher realm. As for the leader of the Wind Spear Sect, I'm not suitable for that."

Feng Bubu keenly captured the deep emotion in King Fenghu's words, and he couldn't help but feel a deep sigh in his heart.

Feng Bubu deeply understood that these were the true emotions and thoughts in King Feng Hu's heart, and King Feng Hu was right. As monks, the path of cultivation is their main pursuit.

There was an indescribable sadness in King Fenghu's eyes. He shook his head slowly, "Do you know that I once had family and friends, but I lost them in order to found Fenglaozong?" .”

King Fenghu paused and continued: "Those who once accompanied me left me one by one, leaving only me alone. But now, I stand here, although I have everything, but But we lost the most precious things - family and friendship."

Feng kept listening silently, and he could clearly sense the sadness and loneliness of King Fenghu.

Feng kept thinking, but found that words seemed so pale and weak, so he could only choose to stay by King Fenghu's side silently, giving King Fenghu his silent companionship.

"terrible."

In the hearts of many disciples of the Wind Spear Sect, Zhang Liucheng's image has become like a devil.

Zhang Liucheng's powerful strength and ruthlessness made them feel deeply frightened, and they no longer dared to have any thoughts of becoming enemies with such a terrifying figure.

"We, the human monks, have always adhered to the concept of keeping a low profile and not taking the initiative to cause trouble. It does not mean that we are timid to deal with it. We value peace and respect others, but it does not mean that we will tolerate any unreasonable provocation. If you are interested in King Fenghu, If you have any objections to the decision to take over the Wind Spear Sect, then please take action directly. I, Zhang Liucheng, am here, feel free to come over and see if my human monk is really as easy to bully as you imagine!"

Zhang Liucheng was like a solitary peak, suspended in mid-air, looking down at the people of the Wind Spear Sect with an extraordinary posture.

His momentum was like a rainbow, like a tiger ready to attack, and his whole body exuded a powerful majesty.

After Zhang Liuchi's majestic figure, both Feng Bujie and King Fenghu felt a little ashamed.

And the shock in King Fenghu's heart surged like ocean waves. The talent and strength displayed by Zhang Liucheng, like a demon-like existence, emerged from the sky and shocked people's hearts.

Zhang Liucheng's strength is enough to dominate the entire wind domain, making it impossible for anyone to look up to him.

The third elder and fourth elder of the Wind Spear Sect looked at each other, but did not speak.

They were shocked by the scene in front of them. Zhang Liucheng actually killed the sect leader Feng Xiangzi so powerfully, which made them wonder whether they could completely defeat this rising star even if they took action.

At the same time, they also understood that Zhang Liucheng had the support of Feng Palace.

The Wind Palace, this prestigious force in the Wind Domain, has a wide range of influence and a profound foundation.

Does the Wind Palace really intend to become enemies with all the forces of the Wind Clan and attempt to dominate the Wind Territory alone?

This thought made both the third and fourth elders shudder.