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The first thousand two hundred and seventy-three chapters, the king's death, the heart of the god of

boom!

Then, the full moon, as white as a plate, flew into the boundless vortex of the five-dimensional channel.

The black-turned Su Haoran stood in mid-air with his right hand posing in a lifting position.

The thunderous sun just now was kicked into the five-dimensional channel by Liu Feng. This blazing moon was obviously lifted into the five-dimensional channel by Su Haoran.

However, there is only the blackened Su Haoran in this air, but there is no Zhu Qingfeng in it.

well!

Liu Feng closed his eyes vigorously and sighed again, "King of Sorrow!"

A sound of King of Sorrow, although the sound was very small, everyone heard it.

"He, he died in battle?"

"Zhu Qingfeng, the Black Market King, is indeed the real king. With infinite level eight strength, he strives for an existence that is infinitely close to the emperor level, and can fight to this level. Just this fearless spirit is the king."

"King, the absolute kingly spirit!"

The onlookers were also sighing at this moment that a generation of kings, mythical figures, had fallen.

"This kind of spirit is not just a king. Zhu Qingfeng's fearless heart is enough to be the emperor!" The God of War Tsengyou said solemnly: "What he lacks is the general environment. If he were in the upper five-dimensional world, he should have become a real emperor-level powerhouse."

Um!

Just after Chi You said this, Liu Feng, who was hanging in the air, suddenly felt something, and suddenly a layer of bright light film was coated on his body. At this moment, his breath seemed to have completely disappeared. If it weren't for his own standing in the air, he was shining like a god, he might have given people the feeling of nothingness, chaos, like the original point before the beginning of the world, and it was the most primitive and unique.

"Return to the Yuan!"

At this moment, everyone below shouted these two words together, and the tone was full of excitement.

"It's different. Boss Feng's artistic conception of Guiyuan is different from Zhu Qingfeng just now."

The God of War Screamed You said loudly: "His Guiyuan is a step further than the other party. Yes, Zhu Qingfeng's Guiyuan artistic conception has not been fully understood, and Boss Feng's Guiyuan artistic conception is the complete version."

"The complete version of the artistic conception of the Reincarnation?" Su Haoran looked at Liu Feng, and a solemn expression appeared in his eyes.

Liu Feng said slowly at this time: "I have understood the artistic conception of Guiyuan, but this is not great. The great one is Zhu Qingfeng. He used his last blow and his desperate blow to teach me how to understand it. I have a heart of a god of war. Even if I cannot become an imperial realm, I am invincible. When my mood reaches my mind, my artistic conception will naturally come. The so-called "I cannot understand Guiyuan under the imperial level, but I am not a person who is less than an imperial level. He has no truly invincible heart at all, but I have it."

"Well said." When the black-turned Su Haoran uttered these three words, his eyes were not only solemn, but his face was even sunk to the extreme.

Liu Feng continued: "Master, our ultimate decisive battle is about to begin. Now you and I have the same level of martial arts cultivation, and we have both artistic conception that surpasses the Truth. Who do you think is stronger?"

"It's a pound!"

Although Su Haoran's face turned serious, his emotions did not seem to have changed much, but said plainly: "The so-called artistic conception of Guiyuan restrains the artistic conception of anti-simple is just a speculation by later generations. Xiaofeng, let me tell you that artistic conception is the same as martial arts moves, and there are no stronger moves and artistic conceptions. Only those who use the arts and artistic conception. I, Su Haoran, once had the heart of no other than me, so I can be truly invincible."

"Master, the same." Liu Feng also said calmly: "I have always been taught by you and all the master's wives. I have always had invincible beliefs since I was a child. After I defeated Chiyou, he asked me to inherit his name as the God of War..."

Speaking of this, Liu Feng looked down at the watcher.

The God of War Chiyou waved his fist at Liu Feng and encouraged him.

Liu Feng smiled slightly and continued, "I inherited the heart of the God of War. When I saw Zhu Qingfeng's incomplete artistic conception, I realized that it was only the beginning of a person who broke through infinite levels and reached the point of being not controlled by the laws of this world. It was just a beginning to reach the dominant level and completely transcend the definition of this world. It was just on the road. What a person really strong is his state of mind, his state of mind is invincible, and his eyes naturally have no opponents, and his body naturally returns to the original point. I am the origin of this world."

The darkened Su Haoran's eyes became more and more serious as he heard it. Finally, he nodded and said, "That's right, you have really realized the truth."

Liu Feng raised a curve of confidence in the corner of his mouth and said, "There is still there, but I don't want to say it now."

"If you don't want to say it, just hit it." Su Haoran, a black-turned-turned-up, took the initiative to punch Liu Feng.

Liu Feng stood in the air without moving, with a calm expression on his face.

Bang!

When the black-turned Su Haoran hit him about two and a half feet in front of him, he didn't know how Liu Feng raised his right hand and punched him out.

The two fists collided and made a trembling sound like the roar of the sky drum, and then the two of them took a step back at the same time.

"It's a perfect match!"

"The artistic conception of Guiyuan in Wansu is really terrifying. Su Haoran, who seems to have an anti-parent artistic conception, can't see the flaws in Liu Feng's internal power operation!"

"That's for sure. The artistic conception of Guiyuan is to return to the origin of the first opening of heaven and earth. He is Yuan, the initial chaos, so how can there be any flaws?"

The more people watching the game, the more excited they are.

Yang Shiwen said with great happiness: "This is my husband, my brother Feng. He is always a person who can create miracles. No opponent can defeat him. On the contrary, the stronger the opponent, the more he is, the more he will stimulate his potential."

"It's right, he's the most powerful." Bai Yinuo also said.

"I have always believed in him." Sikong Luo has always been indifferent to anyone and speaks very briefly, but when she looked up at Su Haoran, her eyes were scorching.

"If you can win, you will definitely win. Brother Feng just realized the artistic conception of Guiyuan, and he was equally matched with the blackened Su Haoran. As long as he completely matured the artistic conception of Guiyuan through battle, it would be no problem to defeat the blackened Su Haoran."

"Victory is in sight."

"Come on, Boss Feng!"

Everyone's mentality changed at this time, and their blind admiration and trust in Liu Feng were back.

Bang, bang bang bang!

At this time, a muffled sound of fists colliding in the sky. The people watching the battle below could not see clearly the figures of the blackened Su Haoran and Liu Feng, and they could not even see the movement trajectory. Only the sound of fists sounded, accompanied by flashing lights.

At this time, Liu Feng's eyes were focused on the blackened Su Haoran. His power became stronger and stronger as his mood became firmer, and his artistic conception of returning to the original world became more mature. Who else but me, the heart of the invincible God of War was even more powerful.

"The Guiyuan artistic conception turns out to be so powerful, and there is no flaw at all!"

Heihua Su Haoran said while fighting: "I remember how powerful this kind of power is so strong that I have seen it before, but I am not the original deity after all, and I can't remember some things clearly. However, I clearly remember the power generated by this artistic conception, but I know that this power has been defeated by my original deity, and for me this power should be a master."

Swish!

As the black-turned Su Haoran spoke, a sword shadow that was thrust through the sky and the earth appeared in front of him, and its momentum seemed to be able to split the sky and the earth.
Chapter completed!
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