"Let's go," Feng Wuchen's voice came from the side.
Xu Zimo withdrew his mind and looked away from the stone tablet.
"What kind of person is this Kuangren Chu!"
"Some people say he is a real man, while others say he is a madman," Feng Immortal replied.
"But no matter what the evaluation is, Kuangren Chu is praised by future generations as a rare and strong man."
As soon as everyone walked to the city gate, a group of people came towards them.
"Hey, Dean Feng will personally lead the team this time."
The group of people wore gray robes, and each of them carried an arrow box on his back, with arrows of various colors inserted into it.
The aura around them was sharp and sharp, and each person's face was blocked, leaving only a pair of eyes like sharp arrows.
Staring at others can feel like thorns in the back and very uncomfortable.
"It's Wujian Academy," Feng Wuxi looked at Xu Zimo and whispered.
Then he raised his head and smiled: "Dean Liu, I haven't seen you for a long time. Why are you leading the team yourself?"
"The competition is extremely important, so naturally I have to personally lead the team to feel at ease," Dean Liu raised his head and said with a smile.
"I heard that some time ago, Hong Yu from your college was beaten to death in Jiugui College.
I wonder who else can compete?”
Seeing Dean Liu's gloating expression, Feng Wuyi frowned slightly and said, "There's no need for Dean Liu to worry about it. We'll see the outcome naturally when we get to the stage."
After hearing what Feng Immortal said, Dean Liu was not angry and stepped forward and patted Feng Immortal on the shoulder.
He smiled and said, "Brother Feng, don't mind. We'll see what happens on stage."
After he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and everyone behind him followed and left.
The moment he passed by, Feng Wuyi's eyes narrowed and he looked at one of the people in the group.
It was a young man with bandages all over his body and shrouded in a black robe.
In the quiver behind him, the sword was different from the others.
The arrows were like sickles, with a dark light shining on them.
Moreover, his robe was like wings, with two long pieces of cloth hanging in front of him.
When walking ahead, the two long pieces of cloth were like long knives, tearing through the void along the way.
The power around him was very heavy, even extremely strong.
"Fei Lian Emperor," Feng Wuxi said word by word after the other party's figure disappeared.
He looked at Xu Zimo and asked, "What do you think?"
"Before we fight, you can't see through it," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
"Let's go into the city."
Feng Wuxi breathed a long sigh of relief, turned around and was about to leave.
At this moment, he froze on the spot, his hairs on his hair rising, as if he felt a strong sense of crisis.
But at this moment, my whole body was stiff and I didn't even have the strength to turn around.
It seemed like some big terror was coming from behind.
Xu Zimo frowned, turned around and saw a black stream of light flying towards him.
The stream of light was in the shape of an arrow at first, and soon turned into the shape of a strange beast.
The alien beast is black and white in color, like a giraffe, with a slender body and a neck nearly one meter long.
But the most eye-catching thing is the horn on its head, which can be more than ten meters long.
The two pairs of wings attacked Xu Zimo at the speed of light.
Xu Zimo's eyes narrowed, spiritual energy surged in his hands, and he stepped forward, causing the ground to split into pieces.
Xu Zimo grabbed his right hand forward, and the sharp arrow with the speed of light fell into his palm instantly.
The sharp arrow wants to break through all obstacles and keeps erupting.
The surrounding void is also constantly shattering.
Xu Zimo clenched his right hand tightly and refused to let go.
Gradually, under the stalemate between the two, the power of the arrow became smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a stream of light and disappeared without a trace.
The pressure disappeared, and Feng Wuxi turned around.
He looked at everyone in Wujian Academy with an embarrassed expression.
He shouted softly: "Xiang Liu, do you want to start a war?"
"Dean Feng, don't get me wrong. I shot this arrow and it has nothing to do with the academy," the young man holding the bow next to him said with a grin.
"Who are you?" Although Feng Wuxi knew it well, he still asked calmly.
"This emperor is Feilian," the young man said with a smile.
"It's just a name. Chancellor Feng may have never heard of it."
"How dare you not have heard that Fei Lian's name is recognized by heaven and earth and spread throughout the ghost and god realm," Feng Immortal snorted coldly.
"I have long admired my reputation, so what does Emperor Fei Lian mean by this?"
"It's just a discussion," Emperor Fei Lian said with a smile.
"Is there such a discussion?" Feng Immortal said calmly.
"I saw that this brother was a little bit technical, so I gave it a try," Emperor Fei Lian looked at Xu Zimo and said with a smile.
"Brother, you don't mind."
"I mind, I mind very much," Xu Zimo took out Ba Ying and said lightly.
"Since we want to spar, if I take an arrow from you, you should also take a blow from me."
"No problem," Emperor Fei Lian said with a chuckle.
Ba Ying slowly gathered above his shoulders, endless will power was surging, and Xu Zimo's eyes formed a straight line with the blade.
"Kill," he swung his knife, and the endless sword intent instantly hit him overwhelmingly.
The power of reincarnation and demonic energy are entangled.
The earth cracked, and countless cracks suddenly appeared.
Although this sword did not use all his strength, Xu Zimo was also very serious and powerful.
The relaxed look on Emperor Fei Lian's face gradually disappeared.
He bent his bow and nocked an arrow, and a "bang bang bang" sound came from the bowstring.
The bow string was stretched to a length of one meter, and then the bow was as full as the crescent moon, and the sound of breaking was heard.
The sharp arrow was shot out and turned into a menacing Feilian, which swallowed up the sword energy.
A "boom" explosion exploded between the two of them.
Intense firelight splashed out, the earth shook, and dust flew all over the sky.
In the dust, a mournful cry from Fei Lian was heard, followed closely by the sword energy sweeping over.
Emperor Fei Lian frowned, took half a step back slightly, and turned sideways to avoid the sword energy.
The sword energy fell to the ground, cutting a crack under his feet.
The power around Emperor Fei Lian became stronger and stronger, although this first confrontation did not hurt him.
But if he retreated first, he would be defeated.
It's not very harmful, but it's extremely insulting.
When the dust completely settled, Emperor Fei Lian looked embarrassed and stretched his right hand towards the arrow box behind him again.
But he was stopped by someone.
"This is not a place for fighting," Emperor Fei Lian turned his head and saw Dean Liu shaking his head and saying to him.
"What? Do you want to fight again?" Xu Zimo asked.
"There is a chance," Emperor Fei Lian said calmly.
"Let's go," he waved his hand and took the lead to leave the city.
Since becoming emperor, he has never suffered such humiliation.
"Dean Feng, see you later," Liu Xiang replied coldly and left.
"See you later," Feng Wuxi laughed.
After watching everyone leave, Feng Wuxi looked at Xu Zimo and said, "Mr. Xu, I really like your character.
You must retaliate and never give in."
"So weak, why should I tolerate it?" Xu Zimo asked doubtfully.
