Before Ouyang Zixuan could adjust her breathing, a voice came from behind Feng Yu, which sounded like a hoarse and cold scream from a sinister evil spirit.
"Jie Jie Jie, you are worthy of being Young Master Yu. No wonder he ranks first among the Seven Young Masters. He is already in the Tongmai Realm at such a young age. He is a rare talent. Do you want to consider joining us?"
Feng Yu looked at the old man who suddenly appeared. He was only half a body, with two legs missing. He was sitting on the ground talking. He was a bit shorter than ordinary people. But he gave Feng Yu a very good impression.
Danger, the danger of facing death.
This half-length old man did not rush to take action, but instead spoke. In a blink of an eye, he thought that Nan Qingyang was probably here. He was not sure that he could succeed in the sneak attack, so his attention should be focused on him.
"Who are you?"
"They all call me the old ghost with broken legs. It's been a long time since I even forgot my name."
Next to him was another middle-aged man who was running wildly. He was not middle-aged at all, he looked like he was in his thirties or less than forty years old. He stood there and wanted to start a killing spree, but before he could do anything, he saw the old man and the old man running towards him.
The young man facing the ghost was suddenly filled with murderous intent, and his eyes turned red with anger.
"Oh it's you!"
The visitor was Fang Xin, the abandoned Shaolin disciple who had almost killed Feng Yu.
"It really takes no effort at all. Miss Ouyang is here too, so I'll kill you two today to vent my anger! Watch the trick!"
He jumped up, his hands turned into claws and came towards Feng Yu.
This person seemed to have reached the Tongmai realm and was proficient in many Shaolin martial arts. He was a difficult opponent. The shadow of last time was still there, so Feng Yu did not dare to be careless and directly showed the Yunshui Sword.
During the confrontation between the two, the true energy was scattered. The golden claws faced the silver soft sword. For a moment, they were evenly matched, and it was difficult to tell the winner.
Although Fang Xin seems frivolous, he actually has a secret in his heart: after not seeing each other for a few years, he turned his strength into qi, but his true qi is still so pure, as if he is still faintly above himself. What kind of freak is he!
What makes it even more difficult to fight at close range is that last time he only used fists and kicks. I didn't expect that his sword skills would be even better this time. I'm afraid not many people who use swords in the world can beat him.
"Powerful Vajra Palm!"
Behind Fang Xin, a light gold Buddha statue transformed, but it was gold mixed with black energy, without the majesty and kindness of Buddhism.
The Buddha statue opened his palm and moved forward with Fang Xin's right hand. The aura was qualitatively different from that of Tianshan. Feng Yu looked at the Buddha statue, as if he was no longer fighting a human, but a god.
The Buddha resisted, and the desire to take refuge suddenly arose in his heart.
"Meditate, stay silent, and return to your soul."
It was like a voice exploded in his mind, and six words lingered in Feng Yu's ears, pulling him out at once.
Feng Yu quickly took a few steps back, held his breath and concentrated, and returned to himself.
I almost fell into trouble just now. I didn't expect this Buddha statue to be so capable of bewitching people. I was able to escape just now thanks to someone's help in conveying the spirit.
Fang Xin saw that Feng Yu had broken the barrier and killed him even more ferociously.
After Feng Yu buffered him, he struck out with a sweep of thousands of troops. The sword energy of the blue waves rolled away like ocean waves, competing with the Buddha statue. Amidst the explosion, both of them were shaken back.
The children of the family nearby, especially the Li family, were shocked.
Just when the two were about to take action again, Feng Yu only saw a stream of light flying past him, confronting the old ghost. He didn't know whether it was because he was defeated or on purpose.
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, the old ghost was carried away directly by the stream of light. He didn’t know how far away it was, but after a moment he heard the mountaintop explode in the distance.
Although it felt like Nan Qingyang had won, something didn't feel right. If Nan Qingyang had firmly gained the upper hand, he wouldn't have taken action until now.
As soon as Nan Qingyang left, many people appeared around him. It seemed that they had been waiting to lure the tiger away from the mountain. Nan Qingyang had known about it for a long time, so he didn't take action. At this time, it seemed that someone was coming.
Feng Yu guessed well. It was the person who had sent the message just now, and it was also Nan Qingyang's backhand and trump card left today.
An old man wearing a Taoist robe and a white crane appeared in the air, with a Buddha dust in his hand resting on his wrist. Looking from a distance, he looked like a fairy.
"The Taoism is boundless, and the old Taoist comes one step late."
It seems to be spoken softly, but it can be heard throughout the mountain.
Dongxuan Realm!
The only person who can appear here in the Dongxuan Realm is a Taoist priest, probably the Qingsong Taoist from Wangyungui. As expected, it is consistent with the information given by Jueming, and Nan Qingyang is related to Wangyungui.
Everyone below raised their heads and looked up, wondering where this person came from to be so powerful.
"Hahahaha, I didn't expect that, Qingsong, you really understood the secret of the cave. It seems that I don't have to be bored today."
In the other direction, a black mist surged up, and a face like an old locust tree appeared. A sword in his hand was in tatters, with gaps everywhere, but the red sword blade was amazing. I had never seen it before.
Weapons like this.
"Ancestor of the Blood Sword, long time no see."
Blood Sword Ancestor!
The sixteenth existence on the martial arts list!
Feng Yu had seen the powerful ones on the list before, including the fifteenth-ranked Lingxi Sword Master, the fourteenth-ranked Silent Sword Ancestor, and now there was a sixteenth-ranked Blood Sword Ancestor.
Although they were hundreds of meters away, the bloody smell brought by this old man was so strong that even those with a weak stomach would vomit it out. I wonder how many people he had killed in his life to have such blood.
A bloody sword light seemed to tear the world apart, growing from a small sword shadow to covering the sky, sweeping towards the white crane. When the blood light passed by, the air was broken, and the squeezed person could not breathe.
.The people fighting in the melee below stopped, and no one dared to have an accident at this moment.
Taoist Qingsong did not retreat, and I don't know what incantation he silently recited. He just moved the corner of his mouth. The white crane connected to him, and a burst of white mist rose out of thin air, covering him and it.
Xue Mang versus Bai Wu, this is the first time I see a real battle between the cave and mystical realm!
There was a feeling of destruction in the sky. There were no explosions all over the world, and there was no horror of blood raining all over the sky. It just simply reflected the whole sky in red, as if it was going to be dark just after morning.
"Hmph, who said that you, Qingsong, don't like to practice martial arts? Your cultivation in this small cave is very powerful. I'm afraid you are not practicing Taoism's formless Taoism."
"I don't want to use force. I just hope that you won't commit any more murderous crimes."
"Hahaha, if you preach to me, you have to win against the sword in my hand!"
The Blood Sword Ancestor flew up from the ground, as if melting into the sword, and soared into the sky.
The old Taoist chanted a slogan and rode a crane to attack. The two of them, one red and one white, started fighting on the sky. The white clouds seemed to be shattered by the blow, and no one was intact anymore.
The fight below is still going on. Feng Yu has no helpers and is almost dragged down by the enemy.
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, there are people who have entered the Taoist realm and heard about the Taoist realm, and it was a little confusing for a while.
Fang Xin roared, shook off his clothes, and exposed his muscles with his bare arms. The golden energy slowly poured out from between the skin and enveloped him.
Feng Yu knew that this was Fang Xin's Buddha's light, which was very powerful.
Feng Yu pointed the sword in front of his chest and slowly swung the sword. At the tip of the sword, the flowers and grass broke, and the golden sword energy lit up the Yunshui Sword.
"Buddha's light shines everywhere!"
"Shuangyong goes to sea!"
When Fang Xin was half squatting on his horse, the golden ripples seemed to lead the Sanskrit Buddhist characters to surge out with terrifying momentum. Everyone who faced this Buddha's light seemed to have seen the ancestor of ten thousand Buddhas hiding in the center of this Buddha's light.
The trees were broken all the way, and cracks appeared on the ground. The people around them had already left the fighting circle of the two and did not dare to get close.
Feng Yu took action, and two incomparable sword energy turned into two dragons and swung out. The golden dragon with a slight green light opened its big mouth, like a king descending, overlooking all things, winding and surging.
What is a true Buddha!
What a dragon in the sky!
Everyone in the world doesn't know, but they only know that the dragon and Buddha are fighting at this moment, and the outcome is unclear.
In the sky there is the swaying Milky Way, and on the ground there is the dynamism of the earth!
Zhu Ying looked at Feng Yu's sword and couldn't help but sigh: "I'm not as good as him, I'm afraid I won't even be half as good as him in swordsmanship in this life."
Shangguan Erye has a bad temper, but he is also a solid Tongmai realm warrior. He has killed many enemies with his two fists, but he was also surprised by this battle.
An abandoned disciple of Buddhism, mastered many powerful martial arts; a young talent, martial arts has rapidly improved, and his swordsmanship is even more amazing.
Feng Yu and Fang Xin both vomited blood and flew backwards. Feng Yu was caught by Ouyang Zixuan, but they also retreated simultaneously, which showed how strong Fang Xin was.
"This man is worthy of being a master of Shaolin and a disciple of Bodhidharma Academy. He is really powerful in martial arts. I'm afraid he will be difficult to deal with."
The sound of Jue Ming's piano surrounded the crowd. Beside Fang Xin, the sword energy gathered in the sound of the piano, attacking his vital points, forcing him to defend himself. But Jue Ming was also under siege, and he had more than enough energy to do so.
It's not enough, it can only help so much.
Feng Yu stopped Ouyang Zixuan and said, "Go and help others first. You can't help here."
"Can you do it alone?"
"Oh, he is indeed powerful, but it's not that easy to kill me."
When he looked back again, Feng Yu's whole body was filled with blood-red energy, which vaguely resembled that of the Blood Sword Ancestor.
Fang Xin avoided the sound of the piano and looked at Feng Yu, "You finally showed your full strength. This time I will completely defeat you and kill you!"
Demon God Feng Yu, under Ye Tian's training, has been able to control his murderous aura to a certain extent and will not lose his mind casually.
His voice was hoarse, "As you wish, but I'm afraid the person who dies here today may not be me."
The Yunshui sword also became half gold and half red, and he rushed forward with the sword Fengyu. There were no fancy moves, but just the slightest bit of sword intent that would not be weakened.
"King Kong is indestructible!"
Under the tempering of the true energy, the body becomes like a powerful diamond, invulnerable and indestructible. This is much more powerful than the golden bell and iron cloth shirt. Shaolin Buddhism is worthy of being the originator of martial arts in the world.
The long sword drew sparks on King Kong's body. The two of them did not make any strange movements, they just went back and forth, but each blow would become stronger. One sword and one punch could kill an ordinary ninth-level warrior.