The King Kong Holy Son who had regained consciousness could not help but exclaimed when he saw this scene.
He is ranked 18th on the list of geniuses, while Feng Zhiling is ranked 12th.
It seems that there is only a gap of six people, but King Kong Saint Son is very clear that there is a huge gap between his own strength and Feng Zhiling.
You must know that everyone on the Tianjiao List is a Tianjiaozi who is famous in the Eastern Region.
The higher the ranking, the more difficult it is to move up one place.
There is a big gap between the Holy Son of King Kong and the seventeenth ranked genius, let alone Feng Zhiling.
Therefore, when he saw Feng Zhiling being punched away by Jun Wushuang, he was stunned and his face was full of disbelief.
Even the Holy Son of Vajra is like this, let alone others.
A pair of eyes stared like bells, staring straight at the direction where Feng Zhiling fell.
Their faces were ashen and their hearts were shaken.
The hope that was finally raised has once again cooled down.
"ah!"
A roar suddenly sounded from the ruins.
Full of anger and madness.
Feng Zhiling was seen rushing out of the ruins and reappearing in front of everyone.
But at this time, Feng Zhiling's hair was disheveled, his body was covered in dust, and there was an obviously sunken fist mark in front of him.
The whole person looked very embarrassed, and he was no longer as handsome as when he first appeared on the scene.
At this moment, his eyes were red and he glared at Jun Wushuang.
The terrifying sword intent burst out from his body, cold and sharp, with a decisive murderous intent that made people shudder.
"Boy, you succeeded in irritating me!"
"Before, I planned to be merciful to you for Lin Mengyao's sake so that you wouldn't suffer such an embarrassing defeat, but I didn't expect that you would be so shameless that you dared to fight me."
"You're done, you're dead. I won't give Lin Mengyao face this time. I'm going to use all my strength to defeat you completely and let you know the terrible consequences of offending me!"
Whoosh!
Feng Zhiling reached out and took out a sword from the storage ring.
As soon as this sword comes out, heaven and earth will slay.
The sharp sword energy made everyone feel cold all over, as if a sharp sword was in front of them, trying to pierce their hearts.
terrible!
So sharp!
So invincible!
Everyone looked attentively and saw a blue holy sword in Feng Zhiling's hand.
This is a low-grade holy instrument, its power is not weaker than the rainbow lyre of Saint Dayan.
Moreover, this is a holy sword that is famous for its killing power. In terms of lethality, it is probably three points more powerful than the Rainbow Lyre.
This cyan holy sword is as thin as a cicada wing, but it is not a soft sword. Special runes are engraved on the sword body.
There is a faint strong wind surrounding the sword body, which is sharp and compelling.
"Qinggang Holy Sword, Qingfeng Sword Emperor finally pulled out his sword!"
"Qingfeng Sword Emperor is a sword cultivator. Having a sword in his hand and not having a sword are completely different concepts. It seems that Qingfeng Sword Emperor is really angry and is finally going to draw his sword."
"When a sword comes out, the world is shocked, ghosts and gods cry, Qingfeng Sword Emperor draws his sword and comes out. Isn't it just Jun Wushuang who can be captured without mercy?"
Seeing Feng Zhiling pull out the long-famous Qinggang Holy Sword, everyone's hopes had cooled down but became warm again.
"Kill him, must kill him!"
The Saint of Dayan was healing her injuries while paying attention to the battle on the field.
Her beautiful eyes were filled with anger and hatred towards Jun Wushuang.
She still couldn't accept her defeat by Jun Wushuang.
Because she has always been a high-ranking saint, but in her eyes, Jun Wushuang is just a humble ant on the ground.
Ants turning the world upside down?
Idiot's dream!
So when Feng Zhiling took action, she also cheered for Feng Zhiling.
"Take my sword!"
Feng Zhiling ignored the others, he only had Jun Wushuang in his eyes.
With the Qinggang Holy Sword in hand, he slashed out with one strike.
With the sword in his hand, Feng Zhiling's temperament suddenly changed, from the handsome and elegant before to a cold and peerless swordsman.
At this time, he slashed out with his sword, and a cyan rainbow appeared between the sky and the earth.
This cyan rainbow stretches across the sky and is a hundred meters long. It bursts out from the Qinggang Holy Sword, like a roaring wind, carrying the mighty spiritual energy of heaven and earth, drawing a straight line in mid-air, and slashing towards Jun Wushuang.
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This sword is simple and direct, with no fancy skills, only speed and sharpness.
The faster the speed, the sharper the sword light.
"Incarnate as Shura!"
Facing the sword-wielding Feng Zhiling, Jun Wushuang did not dare to be careless, and he did not hold back and directly used the god-level forbidden technique.
Bloody hair flying, bloody eyes surging, and murderous blood dragons surrounding him, making him look like a Shura demon who has killed countless people.
"Shura cuts with one strike!"
Holding the Shura Demonic Sword in his hand, the Shura Demonic Sword also burst out with monstrous blood. The demonic power was so profound that it was suffocating.
With one slash, he was invincible and even cut through the cyan Changhong.
After Jun Wushuang broke through to the first level of the Martial Emperor Realm, his combat power was comparable to the ninth level of the Martial Emperor Realm.
When he used the god-level forbidden technique again, his combat effectiveness was already comparable to that of a first-level Supreme Realm expert.
"Reach to the sky in one step!"
Jun Wushuang did not retreat but moved forward. At this time, he used Demon Lin Jiutian Step, bursting out at five times the speed of sound, and rushed in front of Feng Zhiling in an instant.
"Shura Kill Prison!"
The Shura Demon Sword slashed down again, and the bloody sword light occupied half of the sky, directly enveloping Feng Zhiling.
"not good!"
Feng Zhiling's expression changed, feeling a great threat.
He used Dharma Fusion and at the same time used all his strength to activate the Qinggang Holy Sword in his hand.
Blessed by the sword intention of the wind, the surging spiritual energy is poured into it, coupled with the strong wind that comes with the Qinggang Holy Sword.
With one slash of the sword, thirty-six gusts of wind roared out, like roaring dragons, trying to tear everything in front of them into pieces.
However, the Thirty Six Gangfeng only lasted three seconds before collapsing in front of Shura Killing Prison.
"Demon King Slayer God Slash!"
Jun Wushuang struck out forcefully and slashed with his sword again.
Feng Zhiling's pupils shrank suddenly, as if a tall and powerful invincible demon king standing tall and powerful appeared before his eyes.
The devil holds a bloody magic knife and kills gods against the sky, which is absolutely terrifying.
Feng Zhiling mobilized the Qinggang Holy Sword with all his strength, slashing seven swords in a row, and the seven swords merged into one, trying to block this sword.
However, the blade was too sharp, and the bloody blade slashed down, breaking all his sword energy.
The terrifying force hit him, making him unable to hold the Qinggang Holy Sword firmly.
"A mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!"
Jun Wushuang worked hard, activated the third magic pattern, and slashed it down again.
This sword seemed not to be a sword, but an endless mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Feng Zhiling's eyes showed a look of horror, and he even forgot to draw his sword for a moment.
The Shura Demonic Sword fell forcefully and struck Feng Zhiling's body.
puff!
Feng Zhiling was cut directly with a bloody wound, and blood splattered.
And his entire body was chopped down from mid-air to the ground, completely seriously injured.