"Poof!"
The moment the purple dome was shattered, the sixty purple-clothed sword cultivators felt their chests stagnate. Under the backlash of powerful spiritual power, they all took a few steps back, and blood spurted out from their mouths.
"who?"
The leader of the purple-clothed sword cultivator was shocked. He quickly looked up at the sky and shouted, "How dare you interfere in the affairs of our Ziyang Sword Sect!"
The purple light from the stars gradually dissipated, leaving only a tall figure hanging alone in the sky.
It's him!
Thirteenth Niang, who had narrowly escaped death, looked up at the sky and recognized the person's identity. She felt relieved and a hint of joy flashed in her eyes.
Delicate facial features, a dull expression, a simple and clean gray coat, and a tattered rusty iron sword at his waist.
He is actually one of the living saints who has long since retired to the mountains and rivers, Feng!
He just stood there quietly, without raising his hands or moving his feet. There was no expression on his face. His whole person was looming, as if he was integrated with the heaven and earth.
The seemingly ordinary young man actually exuded a powerful aura like a god, making people unable to think of any resistance at all.
This kid!
Prince Li Zhuo was among the high officials of the imperial court. He looked at Feng with strong feelings of resistance in his eyes, but he could not hide the look of helplessness on his face.
Looking at the majestic figure in the sky, despite his reluctance, he still had to admit that this humble assassin who once made him despise him has become a powerful existence that is out of reach and can only be looked up to.
In the face of the absolute power of a strong saint, any life experience or bloodline are nothing more than a joke.
Objectively speaking, when the saint and the princess of a country are paired together, it is not Feng who is on the high ladder, but Li Xuefei's side.
"Don't tell me?"
Seeing that Feng didn't answer, a fierce look flashed in the purple-clothed swordsman's eyes, and he said fiercely, "Then just go to hell and do it!"
Following his order, the spiritual masters from the Ziyang Sword Sect all took action. Sixty sharp sword energies surged up and shot toward Feng's position. The terrifying sword intent seemed to threaten
Break the heaven and the earth apart.
However, facing the overwhelming and terrifying sword energy, Feng's expression did not change at all. He just slowly drew out the iron sword from his waist and waved it out smoothly.
And then... there is no more.
Sixty earth-shattering sword energies were actually wiped out by him with a single stroke of his sword, leaving no trace left.
How can it be?
Could it be...?
The purple-clothed sword cultivator at the head was dumbfounded and couldn't move his tongue. He felt that his three views had been subverted, and a terrible thought appeared in his mind unconsciously.
No, impossible!
Where can there be so many saints in the world?
"Purple Yang returns to oneness!"
He shook his head and forcibly rejected his guess, then his eyes sternly turned and he shouted loudly.
"Dang!"
Sixty purple-robed sword cultivators moved in response to the sound, standing in a tight mysterious formation with lightning speed. The long swords in the hands of each ten people met together, making bursts of loud clashing sounds of gold and iron.
An extremely dazzling purple light spurted out from the center of the formation, shooting towards Feng's position with thunderous force. The ultimate sword intention actually drew looming space cracks in the sky.
This sword has far exceeded the power possessed by the Spirit Master. It is so shocking that it makes ghosts and gods cry. It is unrivaled and invincible.
"good."
Looking at the terrifying sword energy coming towards him, Feng's face still showed no expression at all. He just said lightly, "But it's not enough."
He slowly raised his arm and raised the rusty iron sword high above his head.
The surface of the sword blade suddenly emits a gentle and dazzling white light, like the sun at noon, which makes people unable to open their eyes.
An unparalleled powerful aura surged out from his body and spread quickly, covering all sixty purple-clothed sword cultivators.
not good!
Feeling this unparalleled extraordinary power, the purple-clothed sword cultivators all changed their expressions, and finally realized that the man above their heads was a terrifying existence even more powerful than their own sect master.
Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in the world.
Just when the purple-clothed sword cultivators were feeling remorseful and timid, the rusty iron sword in Feng's hand suddenly slashed downwards.
A arc-shaped sword energy that destroyed the heaven and earth shot out from the sword blade. Effortlessly, it chopped the purple sword energy that gathered the strength of sixty people into powder. Then it continued unabated, moving forward indomitably, and fell hard.
On top of a group of sword cultivators in purple clothes below.
"boom!"
Accompanied by a deafening loud noise, the sixty purple-clothed sword cultivators were unable to resist at all. They were completely swallowed up by the sword energy in an instant, and screams could be heard one after another.
When the strong light dissipated, there was no longer a living purple-robed swordsman in the square. Only a pile of torsos, heads, and broken limbs were left scattered on the ground, complementing the large amount of blood splashed around.
The scene is bloody, with a faint hint of violent aesthetics.
Feng actually killed sixty powerful Spirit Master sword cultivators with just one sword strike!
There was an uproar all around. People were talking, curious, surprised, admiring... all kinds of emotions were intertwined. Without the pressure brought by Ziyang Sword Sect, the originally quiet and depressing square in front of the palace soon became lively.
"Girl, girl, this person is so powerful!"
Witnessing Feng's domineering performance with his own eyes, Liu Tiedan felt his heart surge and his blood boiling. He couldn't help but sigh loudly to Qiyue beside him, "It would be great if I could have such ability in the future!"
"What's so strange about this?"
Qi Qi curled her lips, her pink face full of disapproval, "Zhong Wen is much better than him."
As she spoke, her delicate body suddenly trembled, and the soul-binding rope wrapped around her body fell down.
I don’t know what method she used to break the rope that could limit spiritual power without making a sound.
The two people in purple clothes beside her were shocked when they saw this. Before they had time to react, they were knocked to the ground by her punches, and they instantly lost the ability to resist.
"Girl, do you also recognize Zhong Shenxian?"
After regaining her freedom, Qi Qi was about to turn around and leave when Liu Tiedan's surprised voice suddenly came from behind.
"Do you recognize Zhong Wen?"
She was stunned when she heard this, then turned around and asked curiously.
"Isn't that right? Zhong Shenxian is the person I admire the most."
Liu Tiedan nodded repeatedly and said, "I have five brothers who are all his disciples. Even the exercises I practice were taught by him!"
"It turns out he is one of our own."
When Qi Qiyue heard him praise Zhong Wen, the expression on her face suddenly softened a lot. She stepped forward quickly, waved her little hand, and broke the soul-binding rope tied to him, "Why did you call him Zhong Shenxian?"
"My five brothers and people in the army all say he is a god."
Liu Tiedan answered truthfully, "Besides, he is so capable, what is he other than a god?"
"Have you ever fought with him?" Qi Qi asked more and more curiously.
"Yes." Liu Tiedan replied, but his eyes were fixed on the other's pretty and fair face. He felt his emotions agitated and his heart beating faster. "I also fought with Zhong Shenxian three years ago."
"I really envy you." Qi Qiu's face showed a look of yearning, and she murmured softly, "Can you tell me what kind of person he was back then?"
"Then you've asked the right person. Remember back then when I..."
Seeing the goddess asking questions, Liu Tiedan immediately became interested. While gesticulating with his hands, he eloquently recounted what happened three years ago.
The two of them took Zhong Wen as the topic and had a lively conversation.
Seeing the person he hates the most and the person he likes the most having a happy conversation, Li Xian in the distance suddenly had mixed emotions.
If these people in purple hadn't taken the unnecessary step of tying up the girl in July and the silly boy together, creating an opportunity for them to get along, how could the two of them be so close?
Thinking of this, Li Xian couldn't help but feel envious and angry. He scolded Ye Shura and the people of Ziyang Sword Sect so many times in his heart.
How could I lose to such a country boy?
One day, I will win the heart of July girl!
He clenched his fists tightly and swore secretly in his heart.
"Your Highness, be careful!"
While he was thinking wildly, Venerable Xi's warning voice suddenly came from behind him.
Li Xian raised his head when he heard the sound, and what came into his sight was Ye Shura's pale face and ferocious expression.
When Cai Cai Feng was fighting with the sword cultivator in purple clothes, he deliberately lay on the ground motionless and silent. He was secretly accumulating strength and plotting something evil.
Knowing that the defeat was certain, Ye Shura's mind raced and he had an idea in an instant.
He planned to catch Li Xian by surprise and use him as a hostage to gain a bargaining chip for his escape.
As expected, everyone's attention was attracted by Feng, and no one thought of this famous Wanren Cliff Master.
Done!
Looking at Li Xian's panicked expression, the corners of Ye Shura's mouth slightly raised, revealing a smile of successful conspiracy.
However, at this moment, a slender and graceful white figure suddenly jumped out from nowhere and decisively blocked Li Xian. He raised his hand and struck hard with his palm.
"boom!"
In a head-on fight, Ye Shura felt a huge force coming from his palm. It was so powerful and violent that it was unrivaled.
His whole body was shaken violently, and he flew backwards involuntarily, smashing the window behind him with a "clang", and fell into the Jinluan Hall.
Please remember the first domain name of this book: ._
This chapter has been completed!