The night was getting darker and desolate as water. The civilians in Tiandou City did not know that a bloody storm was about to take place on Fengjian Mountain dozens of miles away.

That person will tyrannize the entire Fengjian Sect with one person's power.

Who is that person? Of course it is Haotian Douluo Tang Hao.

Even in the mouth of Wuhun Palace Pope Bibi Dong, Tang Hao was once called that person, which is enough to show how powerful he is.

At this moment, under a big tree on the outskirts of Tiandou City, a black luxury car was parked there.

That's right, that was Tang San's Rolls-Royce Cullinan.

For Tang San, this car can also be regarded as a mobile hotel, allowing him and Qian Renxue to have a private space anytime and anywhere, and then do something good.

Of course, this was just Tang San's fantasy. What did he imagine would happen with Qian Renxue in the car?

But in fact, Qian Renxue, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was practicing at the moment. The air conditioner was on at 18 degrees, and there was red wine in the car, but she didn't know how to enjoy it.

"It seems that Xue'er is anxious to break through level 70 and want to become stronger as soon as possible. In this case, after my father leaves Tiandou City, I will go to the Ice and Fire Eyes, but before that, I have to deliberately bring Qian Ren

It is best to appear in front of my father with Xue to reassure him. Only by reassuring him can he leave as soon as possible."

Tang San, like any other normal child, didn't want his parents to disturb the world between him and his significant other.

Now his other half is naturally Qian Renxue.

However, Tang San remembered that his father Tang Hao had visited him several times when he was at Notting Academy, and Tang Hao also knew that Xiao Wu was a spirit beast.

Thinking of this, Tang San couldn't help but said in his heart.

"At that time, my father should have thought that Xiao Wu and I were childhood sweethearts, just like he was with Ah Yin, so...if he sees me and Qian Renxue together in a few days, will he feel sorry for me?

Xiao Wu? Probably not. As long as he doesn't know that Xue'er is from Wuhun Palace, he probably won't care too much. After all, love is my freedom."

"At worst, I can just mention it on purpose when the time comes, and I will always treat Xiao Wu as my biological sister."

Tang San felt that this was indeed the case, otherwise, it would be bad if his father thought he didn't care about Xiao Wu and captured Xiao Wu to get the soul ring for himself.

In short, in this life, he, Tang San, will not take Xiao Wu's soul ring. Even if he marries Qian Renxue and joins Wuhun Hall, it will not affect his protection of Xiao Wu as his younger sister.

"Tang San, where are we going tomorrow?"

After a while, Qian Renxue came out of her cultivation state and slowly opened her beautiful eyes.

"Tomorrow, let's see then."

Tang San planned to bring Qian Renxue to appear in front of Tang Hao tomorrow to reassure his father.

But after saying this, Tang San suddenly felt that his father Tang Hao's aura seemed to be no longer in Tiandou City, and this aura was still erupting, with a faint trend of getting stronger, as if he was fighting someone.

"Father's anger is dozens of miles away to the east of Tiandou City. Could it be there?"

Tang San's heart moved and he quickly asked Qian Renxue.

"Xue'er, where is the headquarters of Fengjian Sect? Is it in the heavy mountains dozens of miles east of Tiandou City?"

In fact, Tang San was not able to accurately sense such a distant aura. If Tang Hao's aura hadn't suddenly surged, reaching an unprecedented level of terror, he wouldn't have been able to confirm the specific location.

"The headquarters of Fengjian Sect? The leader of Fengjian Sect has been practicing on Fengjian Mountain. Fengjian Mountain is indeed dozens of miles away from here. How do you know? Tang San..."

Qian Renxue suddenly looked at Tang San's handsome face in surprise.

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What is happening on Fengjian Mountain at this moment?

In fact, it's nothing.

After all, a second-rate sect like Fengjian Sect, plus a sect leader Feng Bailong who has not yet reached the title Douluo level, is far from enough to make the legendary man use his full strength.

There's no point in killing a chicken with a butcher's knife. Tang Hao's all-out explosion would probably force even a peak Douluo to retreat.

"Who are you? You dare to break into my sect and hurt my disciples. Do you really think that there is no one in our Fengjian Sect?"

At this moment, Feng Bailong, with a piece of rag covering his eyes, appeared outside the mountain gate of Fengjian Sect.

Feng Bailong stepped on the flying sword and stood in the air, standing directly in front, followed by a group of elite disciples of the Fengjian Sect who came for support.

Hundreds of thousands of Fengjian Sect disciples all stepped on flying swords and stood in the air, looking so majestic.

After looking through the black cloth, Feng Bailong could vaguely see the weathered and bearded face of the man in gray robe below, but he didn't know who this person was, and he couldn't judge his personality at all.

strength.

After his mental power came into contact with this person, it was as if he had fallen into a bottomless black sea, unable to see a trace of his breath at all.

But even so, Feng Bailong was not nervous. In his opinion, although this man with a domineering face had injured many sect disciples, at most he only had the strength of a Soul Saint or a Soul Douluo.

"I know all the titled Douluo in the entire Tiandou Empire, but there is no such person... Since he is not a titled Douluo, there is nothing I can't afford to offend. However, I don't care about people with unknown origins like this.

Never underestimate the enemy."

Feng Bailong thought to himself, and then he immediately stepped on it and saw eight soul rings flashing on his body. The next second, one of the soul rings suddenly lit up.

"The seventh soul skill, the true body of the weapon soul..."

As Feng Bailong finished speaking, he saw that the flying sword under his feet suddenly began to skyrocket and became extremely huge. It was seven or eight meters long and reached an astonishing one meter in width.

Such a giant sword looks very scary, especially because the sword seems to carry an extremely powerful momentum, causing all the wind around it to gather.

Feng Bailong stepped on such a giant sword. At this moment, he was full of confidence and felt that he was the contemporary sword god. He looked down at the middle-aged man with a beard on his face and said arrogantly.

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Feng Bailong's voice was mixed with rich soul power, and it sounded so powerful that it spread throughout Fengjian Mountain.

The reason why he made such wild remarks was to boost the morale of the sect and at the same time let other sects know that he, the Fengjian Sect, was not someone to be trifled with.

"Hahahahaha..."

After Feng Bailong finished speaking, a laugh full of arrogance and a bit of vicissitudes of life suddenly sounded.

I saw Tang Hao raising his old face and looking at the nearly a thousand figures in the sky, with disdain in his eyes and a bit of complexity as he said.

"It has been many years. No one has dared to talk to me like this, Tang Hao, for many years. With your ninth-rate martial spirit, do you deserve to be called the real weapon soul?"

"What...what Hao?"

Feng Bailong didn't hear clearly what those two words were. He only vaguely heard the word "Hao". He didn't think much about it. At this moment, he only felt extremely angry. This middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life and ordinary clothes actually

Do you dare to call the martial spirit wind sword under his feet a low-level martial spirit?

Can he bear this? Of course not.

In Fengjian Mountain, Feng Bailong, as the sect leader, must defend the dignity of Fengjian Sect.

He sneered, put his fingers together, released powerful sword energy from his body, and said.

"Calling the wind sword inherited by my sect a low-level martial spirit is not worthy of being called the true body of a weapon soul. Then I will personally let you experience its power, and at the same time use it to crush your bones and raise you to ashes..."

After saying that, Feng Bailong shouted loudly.

"The true form of Wind Sword, suppress and kill..."

In an instant, the wind sword under his feet grew larger again. At this moment, it seemed to be more than ten meters long and nearly one foot wide. Amazing sword energy surged around him, and it stabbed at extremely fast speeds with a devastating force.

The middle-aged man who spoke arrogantly.

Seeing this scene, the elite disciples of the Fengjian Sect behind Feng Bailong couldn't help but show mocking expressions, and they all expressed their pity for the middle-aged man who was about to die.

"Hey, it's so pitiful. With this blow from the sect leader, that man probably won't even have any bones left, right?"

"Not only the bones, but even the place where he stood was probably blown to pieces."

"With this kind of thing, why does the sect master need to personally take action? I can beat him alive...beat..."

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The elite disciples of Fengjian Sect were talking, but suddenly their eyes widened and they were collectively speechless.

Because they saw a murderous aura condensed into a solid substance rising into the sky. Then, the middle-aged man standing in the center of the murderous aura suddenly raised a blood-red hammer. The hammer exploded instantly and became full of water.

It was the size of a vat, and then it hit heavily on the giant sword that fell from the sky and was more than ten meters long.

"Bang..."

Accompanied by a violent loud noise, the entire Fengjian Mountain seemed to tremble. Then, in full view of the public, and under the shocked and unbelievable gazes of countless Fengjian Sect disciples, there was a full dozen meters over there.

The long flying sword's real body suddenly broke.

The huge sword blade was directly broken by the waist.

As the middle-aged man hit the second hammer, the broken sword body of Feijian was directly smashed into countless pieces.

"puff……"

All the fragments of the smashed flying sword returned to Feng Bailong's body. The majestic Feng Bailong, who was standing in the air, suddenly turned pale, spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell rapidly from the sky like a kite with its string broken.

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"metropolitan……"
To be continued...