The second volume of the entry into the WTO Chapter 141 The descendant of the sword demon
What Feng Yu wanted to do most now was not to kill him, but to hold him back as much as possible without giving him a chance to retreat, so that the people behind him would have time to kill Zhao Qian.
However, facing such a powerful swordsman, Feng Yu thought that he could not do it. Even if he could cross the border and kill the enemy, he would not be the master of this equally rare ninth level.
While Sun Liancheng was wielding his sword, he reminded Feng Yu, "Your Highness, be careful. This person is Yuan Yecheng. His sword skills are very good. He is also a warrior close to the Tongmai realm. Your Highness, if you can't do it, retreat, leaving Qingshan behind.
Don’t worry about running out of firewood!”
Yuan Yecheng?
"It turns out that it's you, Sword Demon Yetian's apprentice, who has actually been reduced to being a thug for others."
Yuan Yecheng's expression remained unchanged, Bingshan's face remained motionless, and the knife in his hand was still held firmly.
"I owe him this, and tonight is also my last battle for him."
Although we don’t know the origin, everyone has his or her own past and inner persistence, especially a profound martial artist with a clear heart. It is difficult for others to shake his martial arts heart.
Feng Yu didn't speak anymore, nor did he get out of the way.
The ordinary long sword roared unyieldingly in the moonlight. The iron body seemed to have a weak soul, and there was a sword sound that was difficult to detect with the naked eye.
This sword is no longer the original iron sword.
Yuan Yecheng was also shocked. Although there was nothing unusual on the surface, the way he held the sword had changed. He had given up on the one-kill kill he originally planned and did not attack rashly.
This is sword intent!
Subtle, but truly incomparable sword intent!
An eighth-level swordsman would only be able to catch up with him even if he reaches one level every three years or ten years, let alone the Tongmai and Wendao realms.
How could this happen!
"You are strong!"
Feng Yu was not tactful, "I don't deny that as a swordsman who pursues the ultimate, I will not be so stingy that I cannot accept such a simple compliment. I still have this pride."
"Who is your master?"
"Didn't you roughly guess it?"
"Famous teachers make great disciples. It looks like the competition between you and me will be very interesting."
"Each other."
Zhao Qian was watching from the side. He was nothing more than a showman. He had been in a high position for many years and was addicted to power. He had become more and more like a scholar.
"Yuan Yecheng, what nonsense are you talking about! Kill them quickly!"
Hearing these words, Yuan Yecheng's calm face finally showed a trace of impatience.
He did not turn around, but said in a dark tone beside him: "I know there are some of you here, and the safety of Mr. Zhao will be left to you. I will deal with this person."
Sun Liancheng and Han Qi no longer knew where they had hit. It was so quiet here at the moment that even the sound of a needle falling to the ground could be clearly heard.
Feng Yu also said to the people behind him: "Be careful of the Japanese! Leave this person to me."
As soon as the words fell, Feng Yu and Yuan Yecheng had already collided with each other with their swords. They flew into the air at their feet, constantly using each other's moves, and flew towards the glazed tiles on the roof.
Down below, no one is absolutely sure that he can stop the other, and the life and death of others will inevitably become a burden. A one-tenth-thousandth difference may lead to death.
As soon as the two of them left the ground, four plum blossom darts flew out from the dark, targeting those under the Ba Dao Sect.
Fengshan Sword Technique and Ye Ming Qi Jue are both internal and external stunts. The two exerted their strength to the extreme. They could often fight dozens of moves in the blink of an eye. Under the sweep of sword energy and saber energy, tiles fell apart and clothes flew away.
The sleeves were torn, and the only drawback was that Feng Yu's iron sword was full of gaps, which was very ugly.
Even with the internal strength blessing of Jun Tian Ao Jue and Qian Kun He Qi Jue, the weak sword intention could not withstand Ye Ming Qi Jue, the descendant of the ninth-grade Sword Demon.
"What a handsome swordsmanship! You are worthy of being the heir of the Sword Demon!"
"Your swordsmanship is even more terrifying and domineering than what the master described!"
Feng Yu knew that even if it wasn't a problem with the sword, he was no match for him. He only used the method of mutual understanding of yin and yang to neutralize the power that shocked him, so that he could barely compete. Ye Ming Qijue, as expected, all the martial arts that are not recorded in Tianshu Pavilion are
So awesome.
"Total Annihilation!"
"Divide the world into two!"
The splendid sword energy and sword light almost lifted the roof, and they clashed at a distance of about ten meters.
The powerful internal force fluctuated, and the tiles flew up, and both of them retreated step by step. The tiles under Feng Yu's feet shattered because they could not withstand the sword energy, and the whole person fell down.
The tip of the sword touched the ground, the dragonfly touched the water, and Feng Yu stood firm. This time, you can see the difference between the two!
Immediately afterwards, with a sweeping sweep of the sword, Feng Yu walked around the pillars, the sword flashed, and the beams and pillars were torn into pieces.
Yuan Yecheng didn't hold anything back, and didn't leave even the slightest chance. His killing moves came one after another. Feng Yu could only rely on the environment in the room, under the dense stars, and retreated in defeat to avoid its sharp edge.
With a "Pula" sound, Feng Yu's back knocked open the door, and he was knocked out by the huge force, almost falling to the ground.
Looking at Yuan Yecheng chasing after him, Feng Yu knew that unless he had the ability to change his body, no matter how fast he was, it would be in vain. His absolute strength could crush everything.
When I faced him before, I didn't even think about using Qing Kung to escape, but now I don't even have the chance to escape.
Facing the tip of the knife that was pointed directly at the throat, Feng Yu landed on the ground and flicked the sword open. When both sides turned around, the cold light on the swords shone brightly.
"The rainbow shines through the sun!"
The sword energy rushed forward with a devastating force. Yuan Yecheng retreated several times before he could consume the entire sword energy, and he fell to the ground and slid five or six meters away.
Yuan Yecheng's eyes were filled with murderous intent, the power of the sword was constantly surging, and a demonic aura appeared all over his body!
"Killing God Style!"
Looking at the sword that wiped out the world, I seemed to see the rolling waves and the Huangquan Desert filled with wind and sand. This sword was so majestic!
Feng Yu couldn't dodge this knife, and he couldn't lose heart and wait for death.
"Devil Palm!"
As the eight extraordinary meridians expanded, a power from the depths of hell filled the whole body. The brilliant golden sword light was wrapped in black, and then another identical face appeared.
His eyes were red, full of murderous intent, his face was ferocious when he spoke, and an astonishing aura spread out. The gap between the eighth and ninth grades suddenly no longer felt like a gap. If everything else hadn't changed, I'd probably wonder if it was something else.
A twin replaced Feng Yu!
A palm shot towards the formed sword light that broke through the air, as if there was a belief that would shatter everything and went out with that palm.
Under normal circumstances, Feng Yu would have been split into two by the Killing God Style. At this moment, he actually blocked seventy-eight percent of the power with one palm! If we are talking about the same situation, I am afraid that someone else will be killed.
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Although Feng Yu was defeated with one palm, his expression remained unchanged, he picked up the sword full of scars and faced it.
"Ping~"
The sword broke, and Feng Yu's body came into contact with the remaining sword force.
The crack on the ground was enough to show that the strength of this move was really amazing, but when it landed on Feng Yu, he only suffered internal injuries. He slid back for more than ten meters, leaving a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, but there was no trace of the knife mark on his body.
, just like a copper wall and an iron wall.
This scene shocked Yuan Yecheng. His strongest blow, a full-strength blow at the ninth level, no, the half-step pulse channeling state, failed to smash this guy!
Feng Yu in the distance smiled coldly, and the scarlet at the corner of his mouth became more vivid and brighter. With this smile that I don’t know how to describe, it looked so charming, so cruel, and so arrogant!
The strength of the whole body was inexplicably mobilized, and the momentum of the injured body surged. The half-handled sword clenched in his right hand was filled with incredible power, and turned into a white light and flew towards Yuan Yecheng.
not good!
Yuan Yecheng looked at the white light so close at hand, and suddenly felt that he could not block the sword!
Opening his eyes wide, this was the first and only time tonight that he felt threatened by death!
He raised the knife to block, but was so shocked that he couldn't hold the knife and fell to the ground. The tiger's mouth couldn't stop numbing. The whole person was knocked out and hit the wall behind him. When he reacted,
, and barely escaped the white light.
The dagger was deeply inserted into the wall, only two centimeters away from Yuan Yecheng. There were still shallow blood marks on his neck, and he could not recover for a long time.
This is the ultimate sword!
Feng Yu sent out this sword that had never been used before with almost no consciousness!
After firing the sword, Feng Yu was half-kneeling on the ground. His forehead, palms, back, chest, etc. were all covered with sweat beads visible to the naked eye, and he was panting heavily.
The aura slowly faded, and his eyes began to turn normal and black. Feng Yu's self-awareness began to return to his mind, and he slowly recalled what had just happened, and he almost collapsed.
He smiled bitterly. It seemed that he was still too reluctant to use this demonic palm. He didn't know what he was doing at all. However, with his momentum soaring, he seemed to have used a peerless sword. Although the power seemed to be stronger than what he felt.
Although he was young, he also defeated Yuan Yecheng, so it shouldn't be considered an embarrassment to the master.
Feng Yu struggled to get up, and the skills in his body were running, slowly recovering his strength.
He walked step by step in front of Yuan Yecheng. At this moment, Yuan Yecheng could no longer get up. Even opening his eyes and speaking was a torture. He was unwilling to do so, but this was a fact!
"Let's do it."
Feng Yu picked up the knife on the ground and threw it at his feet. It took a lot of effort to pull out the broken sword.
"I win, let's go."
Then, he limped silently towards Zhao Qian's yard, leaving Yuan Yecheng, who was half leaning against the wall, fainting in the cold wind.
Although there were many people on Zhao Qian's side, they were unable to kill Zhao Qian under the restraint of two eighth-grade Japanese people. It must be said that he was really lucky.
Feng Yu walked to the wall and looked at the fighting scene in front of him. The disdain and hatred towards Zhao Qian in his heart aroused again. He rushed over with the broken sword, hoping to kill him with one strike while he was not paying attention!