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The bronze bell as big as a house is indeed powerful. Fu Yu has a large seal to protect his body, and Ye Fangheng has a body that is like a vajra. At this time, he is still in extreme embarrassment, and his life is still there!

Buzz...buzz...

The bronze bell was constantly urging to Ye Fangheng under the urging of five peak powerhouses of the Wang Family Spirit King. Fu Yu and the others crushed away. The two of them struggled to support themselves, and were isolated without help. While coughing up blood, Fu Yu squeezed the only trace of spiritual energy in his body to activate the seal in front of him to resist the sound of the bronze bell that was as powerful as the bamboo. (_) Ye Fangheng was burning all over his body, which increased his body's potential to the extreme, but it was still difficult to compete with. The golden light was obviously much darker than before.

"I advise you two not to struggle! I will give you a pleasure!" The Wang family sneered, and Liu Piaoran, who was watching the battle, also had a grim smile on his face, staring at Fu Yu and Ye Fangheng and the other ones, became furious.

"Liu Piaoran, I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost!" Fu Yu gritted his teeth and coughed up blood while coughing up blood. He did not forget to curse at Liu Piaoran.

"Haha, be a ghost? I'm not afraid of you when you are alive, will I be afraid of you, a big-headed ghost?" Liu Piaoran was extremely arrogant. This time he helped the Wang family to attract Fu Yu and Ye Fangheng to vent his anger, but on the other hand, it was because of the great benefits the Wang family promised him. Three spirits that are more than a thousand years old! With these three spirits, his cultivation will definitely be able to improve again. Even if he cannot break through to the realm of the Spirit Lord, it will not be too far away.

This sentence is true. Even practitioners will inevitably get rid of clichés and even more realistic. In this era of weak and strong prey, strength represents everything, and strength not only comes from hard practice, but also spiritual and spiritual weapons are indispensable.

With a "bang!", the bronze bell suddenly crushed by, and Ye Fangheng and Fu Yu both vomited blood and flew backwards.

"Die!"

The five people in the Wang family sneered repeatedly. The powerful spiritual energy was quickly instilled in. The tremor of the golden cicada, the nearly substantial golden light soared into the sky.

"You go first! I'll block you for a while, so I'll leave the green mountains without fear of burning fire!"

Ye Fangheng's face condensed, as if he had made some important decision, he shouted at Fu Yu who was coughing up blood on the side.

"The nonsense! I'm leaving, but we're going together. Do you think they can keep me!"

Fu Yu spat and spat out a mouthful of blood foam. Before he could wipe it, the already dim seal in his hand was once again sacrificed and hit the crushing golden cicada clock.

"Bastard, you're dead!"

Seeing Fu Yu fighting so hard, Ye Fangheng also roared angrily, and his seriously injured body forced to rise up, soaring into the sky, and his dark gold palm in his hand slashed at the golden cicada bell again.

"Overbial ability!"

The five powerful Wang family spirit kings sneered, and their faces became more and more ferocious.

With two bangs, Fu Yu and Ye Fangheng were knocked out again without exception. Ye Fangheng's entire arm was almost scrapped, and Heng Lian Vajra was beaten back to its original form, his chest was bruised and blood was dripping.

Fu Yu was not better than that. The seal that was originally powerful was dull at this time, and the cracked marks passed wider, and the seal was finally scrapped.

The Golden Cicada Valley Golden Cicada Bell is well-known and is worthy of being a inherited spiritual weapon that has been passed down for thousands of years. At this time, it was sacrificed by five powerful spirit kings of the Wang Family. It is powerful and powerful.

"I told you a long time ago that I have no good results when I offended my Wang family!"

The two brothers Wang Fengyu and Wang Fengqing who had already fought with Ye Fangheng and Fu Yu on the same day.

Last time, the two were invited by Wang Mo to come to Xueshen Mountain to find an explanation. However, Wang Mo was crushed to ashes by the sudden power of the Demon Bowl of Hate, which was suddenly exerted. They were also very frustrated for this, but they struggled to search for Tang Fei for several days. Ye Fangheng and Fu Yu were extremely tough again. In the end, they had to use heavy profits to exchange for Liu Piaoran's design to lead Ye Fangheng and Fu Yu. Since they could not catch Tang Fei, they could also exhale their chests and breathe.

"Bah! I had known that I wouldn't have let you two old monks go down to Hengfeng alive that day!" Fu Yu was so angry that he couldn't stop swearing. He struggled to stand up, but his body was exhausted and unable to struggle, so he could only lie on the ground and unable to move.

"Old ghost, what's wrong with you?" Ye Fangheng was a little better. Although the injuries suffered by the two were almost the same, Ye Fangheng was able to barely stand up because he was strong, walked to Fu Yu slightly and asked in a low voice.

"It's okay..." Fu Yu smiled bitterly, and Ye Fangheng also smiled bitterly.

"I'm not willing to give up. I missed myself, Fu Yu, all my life, but I didn't want to be plotted against by these old turtles in the end!"

Fu Yu roared unwillingly, and finally stood up with Ye Fangheng's support, pointing at Liu Piaoran, who was also playful, and cursed.

"It's all dead, your stinky mouth is still calm. If you die, I will suppress you into the cesspool!" Liu Piaoran sneered.

"Okay, it's time to go on the road, die!" The five members of the Wang family ignored the bickering between Fu Yu and Liu Piaoran, and shouted coldly, and the golden bronze bell crushed away again. At this time, Fu Yu and Ye Fangheng were both seriously injured. Although there was no threat to them, they themselves consumed a lot. In order to avoid the long night dreams, they naturally had to cut off the heads of the two to be relieved.

"kill!"

"Haha..." All the five members of the Wang family showed victory smiles at this time, especially Wang Fengyu and Wang Fengqing were even more relieved at this time, and they were also working hard to activate the bronze bell.

There was no way to dodge, Ye Fangheng and Fu Yu had only time to glance at each other's eyes quickly, with unwillingness and despair in their eyes.

"It seems that I really fell..." Fu Yu sighed in his heart, and then the two of them closed their eyes as they felt the golden wind that was about to crush down their heads.

The golden cicada bell buzzed and Zhen Feng, who was dead, crushed down frantically. Seeing that it was about to be less than half a meter away from Fu Yu and Ye Fangheng, Fu Yu and Ye Fangheng had even felt that the other party's killing aura had touched the tip of their noses.

And at this moment, a stream of light flashed across the world in the distance, shining like a comet that was rapidly passing by.

"Sharp!" With a sound, sparks flew everywhere. The five masters of the Wang Family Spirit King who had already activated the Golden Cicada Bell with all their strength were shocked. With the Golden Cicada Bell, they were actually knocked out by the sudden impact of the flowing light, and then flew backwards toward the rear.

"Who? Who is making trouble?" The Wang family exclaimed loudly. The ability to repel the five people who had full strength to control the Golden Cicada Bell with one blow, which shows that this person's strength has reached a very amazing level, and they have no choice but to be afraid.

Liu Piaoran also looked alert, and a long sword in his hand was breathing and ready to respond at any time.

"It's the Demon Bowl! Brother Mo was killed by the demon thunder that day!" The five Wang family members who retreated quickly retreated more than ten meters away. The five of them stopped immediately. Wang Fengqing looked up first. A small black bowl as big as a round millstone was shimmering and circling in the sky. He immediately recognized what the impact of the Golden Cicada Bell just now was.

"Is Tang Fei back with evil?" The other four people raised their eyebrows and looked at Ling Lie in the direction pointed by Wang Fengqing.

"It's your uncle who is back!"

Tang Fei happened to arrive at this time. Because the itinerary was too hasty, the Qifeng Beast was almost exhausted and foaming at the mouth. When Tang Fei arrived at the mountain, he felt the violent fighting sounds here. He rushed with all his might. When he was still a hundred meters away, he happened to see the scene where Fu Yu and Ye Fangheng were about to be crushed by the Wang family's golden cicada clock. Without any time to think about it, he had all his strength to sacrifice the Demon Bowl of the Hate and suddenly hit the Golden Cicada clock. He had no choice but to do so.

Taking advantage of the moment when the Demon Bowl of Hate Heavenly Demons opened the Golden Cicada Bell, he just drove the Qifeng Beast and rushed over in time. The Qifeng Beast was embarrassed and almost dropped Tang Fei from the air. Fortunately, Tang Fei adjusted his figure in time and then fell steadily to the ground, although his posture was a little embarrassed.

"Tang Fei!" Ye Fangheng and Fu Yu opened their eyes when they heard the sound. The weak look made Tang Fei's hatred become stronger.

"Tang Fei, why are you back? Let's go!" Fu Yu opened his eyes and saw that it was Tang Fei and yelled at Tang Fei. He knew that he and Ye Fangheng were probably doomed this time, so he didn't expect Tang Fei to come back at this critical stall. Isn't this a death sentence?

Ye Fangheng was on the side with his eyes anxious and did not look down on Tang Fei.

"Master, it's too late for the disciple to come back... I'll give it to me next!" Tang Fei red eyes and reached out to the Demon Bowl of Hate in the air. The Demon Bowl reacted quickly. On the pitch-black edge, there were magic patterns like resurrected.

"You are dead!" Tang Fei looked at Ling Lie, murderous intent, and his low voice set off the increasingly terrifying power of the Demon Bowl of Hate as if it was rising from hell.

"Hmph! The arrogant child doesn't know how to live or die. Don't think he's self-righteous when he masters a powerful demon soldier. Today I won't crush you!" Someone from the Wang family made a angrily cursing. Although they had heard about the terrifying Demon Bowl of the Hate in Tang Fei's hand before, today the Wang family has five peak spirit kings, and they also carry the Golden Cicada Valley inherited spirit treasure Hate Demon Bowl. It is probably no worse than the Hate Demon Bowl in Tang Fei's hand. Not to mention the five people working together, even if they are any one, they think it's enough to kill Tang Fei. After all, their understanding of Tang Fei is only at the level of a spiritual master.

"Then it depends on who crushed whom!"

Tang Fei sneered, no longer hesitated, hating that the Demon Bowl of Heavenly Demons had completely dropped and protected himself firmly. Tang Fei took a step forward and the entire space trembled.
Chapter completed!