Immemorial War God

"Young Master Lu, it's been so long. Should we make a move?" One of them asked from the back, but he did not dare look behind, for fear that if he looked at Mo Feng and the other two too much, they would run away.    

    

Lu Zhiyuan and the others spoke in hushed tones, even in their shock. They lowered their voices, afraid that Mo Feng would hear them.    

    

"Young Master Lu!"    

    

Even after shouting twice, there was no response. Looking up at the few people trying their best to hold back their smiles, he couldn't hold it in any longer and burst out laughing loudly.    

    

"Hahaha, it's Young Master Lu. Let's see if your Young Master Lu is still around!"    

    

"What?" The few of them were stunned and turned around to look. Lu Zhiyuan's group was no longer behind them. When they looked from afar, they could see their backs running at an extremely fast speed, as if there were devils chasing them.    

    

"I'll do it!"    

    

"What are they doing!"    

    

The few of them stared in shock, their faces filled with doubt. Why did they just run away when there was nothing else to do?    

    

"Aren't you going to run?" Mo Feng's indifferent voice came from behind them, the few of them turned, coldly snorting with eyes filled with killing intent.    

    

"Run my ass, I'll take your life first!" They did not care why Lu Zhiyuan wanted to run, but they needed to first finish off Mo Feng and the other two before they could catch up. This was an urgent mission, this was a mission given by the family.    

    

Mo Feng laughed and shook his head, rubbing his storage ring, he walked forward and ignored the few shining swords.    

    

"You're courting death!"    

    

Seeing Mo Feng ignoring them, the few of them bellowed out angrily, their killing intent emerging from their hands.    

    

"Uh, uh …"    

    

The few of them suddenly stopped in front of Mo Feng, the distance between them was less than 30 cm, all of their eyes were staring straight at Mo Feng, their eyes were filled with disbelief, lowering their heads, only to see a dark golden fist appearing in their stomachs, directly piercing through their stomachs!    

    

bang bang bang *    

    

The few of them landed on the ground, and without making a sound, they breathed their last. At this time, a few figures and bronze golems appeared in front of Mo Feng.    

    

"Go."    

    

Mo Feng said indifferently, a few bronze golem figures disappeared from the spot, while he and Yang Jingyu leisurely rode on their tiger-dog, leisurely walking.    

    

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"    

    

A few miserable screams came from afar, Mo Feng's mouth curved into a smile, telling the tiger-dog to speed up, in less than ten seconds, they arrived at a mountain slope, only to see Lu Zhiyuan and a few others lying on the ground wailing, surrounded by the bronze golem.    

    

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" My leg, my leg! "    

    

Qiao Jianliang hugged his thigh and howled in pain. This time, his leg was completely broken. The rest of Lu Zhiyuan's men were also heavily injured. They were either injured or had broken legs or arms.    

    

"Run, continue running if you dare!" Yang Jingyu jumped down to look at Lu Zhiyuan's group and sneered.    

    

"I'm not running anymore. I'm not running anymore." Lu Zhiyuan rolled on the ground in pain, even tears were flowing out. He raised his head to look at Mo Feng, and crawled and rolled until he was in front of him.    

    

"Master Mo Feng, Master Mo Feng, I was wrong, please spare my life!"    

    

Mo Feng coldly looked at Lu Zhiyuan. You still want to live if you want to kill him?    

    

"Since you said it was a dog's life, then why did you still keep it?"    

    

Lu Zhiyuan was stunned, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Mo Feng.    

    

"Humph!"    

    

Suddenly, his abdomen started to ache. He lowered his head to look at his abdomen, and a copper fist extended out from within. He slowly raised his head to look at Mo Feng, and fresh blood flowed out of his mouth.    

    

"You, you …"    

    

After saying this word, his eyes quickly lost their luster and he lowered his head.    

    

"Clang! Clang!"    

    

Seeing that Lu Zhiyuan had been killed, Qiao Zhanliang and the others fell silent and backed off in fright.    

    

"Chi!" The bronze golem retracted its fist and stood still. Qiao Jianliang and the others gulped in fear. Just these few bronze golems were able to defeat them without any resistance. Moreover, they were invulnerable and their speed was extremely abnormal.    

    

"Is this the treasure he obtained from the ruins of the Gong Family's Secret Realm? "So powerful."    

    

After feeling some shock in their hearts, they turned to look at Mo Feng, only to see him coldly looking at them. All of them shivered, and swallowed their saliva in fear.    

    

Mo Feng did not miss a single one of them. After killing them all, only Qiao Jianliang and Zhou Li remained.    

    

"Mo, Mo Feng, you dare to kill us!" Qiao Zhanliang used both hands to prop himself up and retreated step by step, trying to put on a brave front while shouting.    

    

"Since you all dare to kill me, why wouldn't I dare?"    

    

"We are all disciples of the inner sect of the Tian Luo Zong, you dare to kill us, you will definitely not be able to escape!" Qiao Zhanliang continued to put on a brave front while shouting.    

    

"Is that so?"    

    

Mo Feng said indifferently, as he walked towards Qiao Zhanliang. Qiao Zhanliang was so scared that he kept backing up. His face was extremely pale.    

    

"Mo Feng, you beast, do you know my brother?"    

    

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"    

    

A miserable scream came out of Qiao Jianliang's mouth, but at the sight of it, Mo Feng did not give him the chance to speak, and immediately let the bronze man finish him off.    

    

After keeping all the bronze puppet inside his storage ring, he slowly cleaned up the battlefield. When he opened up the two storage bag s, Mo Feng's eyes lit up.    

    

After packing up his belongings and continuing his journey, he suddenly jumped down from the tiger-dog when he was about half the way to Jade Flame Gate and said to Mo Feng:    

    

"Feng, I'm not going back to the sect. Let's part ways here."    

    

"Shixiong Ou, where are you going?" Mo Feng also jumped down from the tiger-dog and asked.    

    

"I want to look around." Yangjing Yu looked into the distance and muttered.    

    

Mo Feng's brows slightly knitted, and then relaxed. That's good, it's also good to temporarily leave this sad place like the sect. Or perhaps, when Yangjing saw that he was so powerful, he had thought of going out on his own.    

    

However, regardless of which one it was, he would not obstruct them. Everyone had their own path, and if he tried to interfere, it would only become more and more chaotic.    

    

"Brother Xiang, this tiger-dog is for you." Mo Feng patted a tiger-dog and said.    

    

"tiger-dog?" Yang Jingyu looked at the tiger-dog. These three tiger-dog were all under the control of that puppet tag, how was he supposed to give it to him?    

    

Mo Feng did not speak further, taking out his puppet badge, his hand formed a seal inside the puppet badge. With a flick of his finger, a shallow imprint entered into Yangjing Yu's body.    

    

Yangjing Yu only felt his body cool down and there was no excess feeling. After a while, he found out that he had established a connection with a tiger-dog.    

    

"This," Yangjing Yu looked at Mo Feng in a daze, could actually do this? Why did Mo Feng's every attack surpass his comprehension?    

    

"Feng, see you again." He was more than just a little confused about Mo Feng, he simply did not ask and cupped his fists towards Mo Feng.    

    

"Shixiong Wang, we'll meet again in the future!" Without further ado, Mo Feng cupped his fists towards Jingyu and said.    

    

Yang Jingyu nodded his head and jumped onto the tiger-dog, then casually ran in a certain direction.