Half of the seventy-five moves passed in the blink of an eye. Don't look at the fact that Feng Jueyu took over a hundred moves from Ling Guang and Qing Wei in one go. Those more than one hundred moves are actually completely different from the current forty moves.

The strength of Ling Guang and Qing Wei, who had used Tianzong's magical power, skyrocketed. In just forty moves, Feng Jueyu was left with so many loopholes that they were unable to fight back.

Not only that, after a scorching fight, Feng Jueyu was beaten all over by Ling Guang's fist and the subtle purple energy thunder snake. This was because he later cut off the eleventh Zhenwu Saint.

The true martial heroic spirit of the heavy realm was used, otherwise, it would be difficult to survive even forty moves.

In a storm, Feng Jueyu is like a small boat floating on the vast sea, with the risk of capsizing at any time.

That's not all. The key point is that Lingguang and Qingwei's offensive has begun to cause serious internal injuries to Feng Jueyu. He can't remember how long it has been since he suffered internal injuries. This shows that Tianzong's magical power is definitely not in vain.

Peng!

Just as Feng Jueyu was using all his strength to stun the two powerful men up to the forty-fifth move, Ling Guang suddenly used a strange movement technique to come behind Feng Jueyu, and the sword gang behind him had been covered by purple energy.

All the thunder snakes were broken, and the middle door was wide open. Ling Guang punched out with unparalleled power, and finally hit Feng Jueyu in the back of the heart.

Wow!

Feng Jueyu jumped forward on the spot and spurted a mouthful of blood from his mouth. The signs of defeat were already apparent.

"Feng Jueyu, your defeat has been decided, do you want to continue fighting?" Qingwei flew up on the clouds, her arrogance was high in the air, her fairy-like spirit was intoxicating.

Feng Jueyu's eyes were full of stars. He never expected that even the True Martial Saint's interception could not defend against the tyranny of Tianzong's magical power, but this was far from enough to make him give up.

Feng Jueyu reached out and wiped the corner of his mouth, wiping away the blood. Feng Jueyu had a pale smile on his lips, looking fearless.

"With just one punch, you want me to admit defeat. The two seniors would be happy too early."

"You kid, are you really not afraid of death?" Qingwei frowned.

I don’t know why, but after this period of fighting and fighting, Qingwei kind of likes Feng Jueyu’s personality. He is not afraid of death, refuses to admit defeat, does not give in, and stands in front of them with the power of one person. He is as tall as a mountain. This

Pride is something that very few people can possess.

You must know that people who can achieve Zhengguo at Feng Jueyu's age are very rare. No one's cultivation is brought by the strong wind. If he dies like this, no one will be willing to die. In such a situation, most people will

He chose to retreat before the battle to save his life, but Feng Jueyu had a bullish temper and would rather die than surrender.

Feng Jueyu laughed loudly and said: "Haha, what's the fear of death? If Feng takes a step back today, more than ten thousand disciples of Tianfang and close friends around Feng will fall into dire straits. Senior Qingwei, I'm afraid of death."

I will feel guilty after that. Stop talking nonsense, there are still thirty moves left, just see if I can hold on."

"You...boy, you are so ignorant."

There were times when masters fought each other and showed sympathy for each other. Although Ling Guang had a bad temper, he was not a treacherous and evil person. Seeing that Feng Jueyu's bones were so hard, Ling Guang was a little reluctant to do anything.

The three people faced each other in the air for a moment. Qingwei finally sighed heavily and said: "Master Feng, you are a great man of your generation. We admire you. However, if you are entrusted by others and are loyal to others, you have to give in.

Even if you don't want to give in, you have to give in. There are still thirty moves left. Mr. Feng, I have offended you." As soon as these words came out, even Ling Guang nodded slightly, and the contempt between his eyebrows suddenly became

Nothing remains.

Not all Hongtu cultivators are weaklings. Lingguang and Qingwei still deserve Feng Jueyu's respect for their temperament. In any case, Feng Jueyu has survived so many attacks with his early cultivation of Chengdao, and has already obtained

Lingguang and Qingwei approve, but approval is approval, things are matters, and they will not give up.

Feng Jueyu also respected the two elders, and immediately said loudly: "The conduct of the two masters is a model for us to imitate. No matter what the result is, it is Feng's luck to be able to compete with the two seniors. Senior Qingwei,

Senior Lingguang, let’s stop talking and let’s take action.”

Ling Guang glanced at Feng Jueyu with approval and murmured: "This boy has a strong nature. He is really extraordinary. In time, he will definitely be a hero. It's just a pity. Alas..." Ling Guang went from hatred to shock.

Then to doubt and then admiration, these changes in emotions have shown that his view of Feng Jueyu has greatly changed. Like Qingwei, the last thing he wants to do now is to kill Feng Jueyu.

But a gentleman promises a thousand pieces of gold, and since he has been entrusted with it, he cannot regret it just because he admires Feng Jueyu.

While sighing, Lingguang raised his fists. A battle was inevitable.

Fu Rao watched from a distance and was also deeply touched. Putting aside other reasons, Feng Jueyu was indeed a person worthy of close friendship. However, such people often have a problem, that is, they cannot be completely rational and even cold.

, so he is not suitable to be the new master of the undercurrent.

And because of this, Fu Rao did not intend to help. Firstly, it was because he knew that his cultivation level could not be compared with that of Lingguang and Qingwei. Secondly, as the great elder of the undercurrent, he could not help anyone because of his help.

Xiafeng Jueyu exposed his identity and brought crisis to the undercurrent.

But what is understandable is that Fu Rao is now very worried about Feng Jueyu's safety.

Qingwei and Lingguang have stood together again. Their cultivation is unparalleled in the world. Feng Jueyu is only at the end of his crossbow, but no one knows whether this crossbow can survive to the end.

A big battle will eventually come, but just when Feng Jueyu, Ling Guang, and Qingwei are preparing to fight, suddenly, a bright light shoots from the direction of Shanfang City.

This strong light was emitted by the Qi machine of a strong man, and he did not deliberately hide his whereabouts. Instead, he seemed to deliberately indicate his arrival. The momentum and momentum were both powerful and understandable.

In an instant, a strong old man stood on the mountain. The old man's tattered clothes did not show the slightest trace of a master's demeanor. Instead, he looked like a mountain villager carrying water and cutting firewood. He wore a pair of bare iron feet.

, with a corpse of a ferocious monster several times bigger than him on his shoulders, standing majestically on the top of the mountain, with a pair of piercing eyes piercing the cover of the morning mist, compared to the slowly rising sun

No less impressive.

When the old man arrived on the mountain, his tiger eyes looked at Feng Jueyu, who was about to give it a try. Immediately afterwards, the old man rose into the air and appeared next to Feng Jueyu like lightning. He opened his mouth and cursed: "F*ck,

Your kid sacrificed a communication talisman to me and then disappeared. You didn’t know that I came from Qixia Realm and almost broke my leg in this damn place. Hey, tell me, what important thing did you have to do?

Bring me to the world of chaos, and if you don't speak clearly, I will stew you and this beast together without a trace."

The old man cursed loudly, and finally gave Feng Jueyu a violent blow.

When Feng Jueyu saw the old man, he suddenly put on a bitter face, and his previous aura and arrogance completely disappeared: "Oh, why do you always come here?"

"Nonsense, your summons is so urgent, how can I not come here? I went to Xiaoyue Sect to inquire about your whereabouts, and later I found out that you had come to the Chaos Realm. When I got there, someone told me that you had something important to do tonight.

OK, I’m here again...this...what the hell kind of place is this?"

"Xu Zhou."

"Ah, to Xu Zhou, what the hell are you doing here?"

The old man was cursing while looking at Feng Jueyu, not paying attention to Lingguang and Qingwei at all. Dingqing looked at it for a while and said in surprise: "Oh, you are injured? It's a bit embarrassing, who beat you?

So miserable? I need to see it firsthand. What’s the matter? Isn’t the Zhenwu Shengqiu I taught you useful? It’s so miserable for someone to beat you. You’re a fucking embarrassment to me. Do you understand? Hey, let me ask you,

What do you think?"

"I..." Feng Jueyu's eyes were filled with stars as he listened and he rolled his eyes wildly.

Yes, the person who came was none other than Mr. Barefoot, a big-eater with five buckets of rice.

Feng Jueyu was confused after letting Fan Wu Dou squirt for a long time. After calming down, he pushed Fan Wu Dou angrily and said, "Okay, okay, okay, can you calm down a little while I'm doing something?"

"What's going on? Are you fighting with someone? I'm sorry." Fan Wudou said, glancing at Lingguang and Qingwei in the sky.

The three of them looked at each other, and Lingguang and Qingwei immediately shuddered. Apart from anything else, Fan Wudou's aura alone made them feel unsure.

"Inheriting the Great Perfection?"

Yes, with a cultivation level that even Lingguang and Qingwei can't tell, isn't it the Dzogchen Dzogchen? And Fan Wudou had just completely told Lingguang and Qingwei his identity with a rant,

This guy is the one who taught Feng Jueyu the Zhenwu Holy Body. In today's world, besides Fei Shenquan's proud disciple Fan Wudou, is there another person who can train Feng Jueyu to be so fierce?

?

After guessing Fan Wudou's identity, Ling Guang and Qing Wei's expressions dimmed and they sighed in despair. They knew that no matter what, they would not be able to reach Zhenshanfang City today.

With this fierce man present, unless you have the cultivation level of Qiankun Realm, otherwise, thinking about it is just a dream.

Seeing this, Qingwei stood up, clasped her fists respectfully and said, "May I ask if you are Mr. Qixia Realm Five Dou Rice?"

Qingwei still knows the importance, and he doesn't want to get involved with Ling Guang just because he is happy.

Fan Wudou looked at Qingwei with a look that always looked at people with their nostrils turned upward and said, "It's me, who are you?"

Qingwei smiled awkwardly and said: "Junior Kunzhou Qingwei, this is junior's good friend, Ling Guang."

Upon hearing this, Lingguang hurriedly stepped forward to greet him: "Lingguang has met my senior."

"Ah, were you two the ones who injured this kid?"

Qingwei and Lingguang exchanged glances and nodded helplessly, but said nothing. They finally understood that the relationship between this fierce man and Feng Jueyu was not ordinary, and they might not be able to leave today.

But Qingwei and Lingguang thought wrong. They didn't understand Fan Wudou's temper at all. They thought they would be humiliated, but they never thought that Fan Wudou's next words would directly stun the two of them.
Chapter completed!