Zhou Yun's frightened shout woke up Feng Yu. From the corner of his eye, he saw several killers running towards her. He roared, struck Fang Xin away with his sword, and with the wind at his feet, he ran straight towards Zhou Yun to save them. Ordinary people
He is indeed powerless, but the Zhou family and the Chu family are the same family, and Zhou Yun is also a good sister in Jiangdu. She can always stand up and speak for him when others look down on him. It is impossible for him to ignore death. What's more,
The Zhou family has a great use for him, no matter what reason or words he says, he cannot just sit idly by.
He cut off the outstretched black hand with one sword, kicked the other two people in the chest with two kicks, killing them on the spot. He pulled Zhou Yun up and moved behind the sword array. But the distraction during the duel, even for a short breath, was
Fatal danger.
Fang Xin followed closely and had already caught up. Taking advantage of Feng Yu's back to him, he punched Feng Yu hard on the left shoulder. With a "crack" sound, the entire left arm was dislocated. Feng Yu turned around and struck a hand.
He protected Zhou Yun with his long sword and kept retreating, but Fang Xin's attack was too fierce, and he grabbed Zhou Yun from time to time. Feng Yu was unable to parry with him. He was hit several times, and his speed and strength were weakened. Even if
I'm afraid it's hard to win one-on-one.
At this moment, a sword came through the air and landed between Feng Yu and Fang Xin. The powerful zhenqi pushed the three of them away, giving Feng Yu a chance to breathe.
A woman dressed as a Taoist nun descended from the sky and stepped on the hilt of the sword with one foot.
When Ouyang Zixuan saw the person coming, he shouted in surprise: "Master!"
This woman is the first disciple of the Baishui Sword Sect, Zhu Ying's senior sister, Ye Lingshuang.
No matter how strong Fang Xin was, it was of no use facing a master who was about to enter the Tao. He could only give up the pursuit and stare at this woman.
Today's battle was originally planned by Nan Qingyang. He knew that Qisha would have a person with extremely high martial arts skills who might be even better than him, so he asked Taoist Qingsong for help. With his own strength, Dongxuan
No one can stop him, plus Guan Guan and Baishui Jianmen, seven kills are not enough. But the biggest variable is that when he kills half of the old ghosts, he has already fallen into their spider web. Not only
He was poisoned, and there was a warrior at the peak of Taoism hidden in front of him.
"Hahaha, thanks for your self-righteousness, Nan Qingyang, you are here too!"
"I didn't expect you to be there, even you couldn't escape from the Seven Killers."
"Escape? Why do I want to escape? Isn't this kind of life much better than the dark life I had before? At least I can kill you with my own hands!"
"Hahaha, Duan Wuhen, do you think you can really defeat me? Don't forget, ten years ago and seven years ago, you were my loser!"
Nan Qingyang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, spit out another mouthful of black blood, and held back his poisonous hair as he looked at Duan Wuhen, who was ten places behind him on the list.
"Of course I can't beat you, but it's different now. You were attacked in advance and poisoned again. We are still two people. Where did you get the confidence to leave?"
As he said this, he struck with a knife and took it straight to his throat without giving him any chance.
Nan Qingyang's swordsmanship is also among the best among the eight wilderness rivers and lakes. With his powerful cultivation, even at this time, he can resist the two of them joining forces. If we really want to talk about strength, I am afraid that the twenty-first can withstand it.
Ranked third and thirty-first.
On Fengyu's side of Qingyang Mountain, Ye Lingshuang joined him.
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The situation changed. Fang Xin was completely outmatched and could only retreat while fighting, with the help of a few people.
The disciples guarding the hundreds of families in Jiangdu also breathed a sigh of relief. They treated each other with sword formations and were able to stop the seven-kill killers one after another.
Feng Yu held Zhou Yun in his right hand and flew towards the hundreds of people. He fell to the ground bleeding and was almost unable to stand still.
"Little brother, how are you?"
"I'm fine. I just need to rest for a few days."
Feng Yu punched the ground with his left hand, and covered his left arm with his right hand. He gritted his teeth and twisted, and the joint was reattached. After a little movement, it was fine. The remaining internal injuries could only be dealt with slowly.
"Old Li, take this jade pendant and go down the mountain. He should have been ready a long time ago to find someone to help you and ask people to go up the mountain to help."
Li Bian cut off their hearts with two palms and jumped over, "Sir, who should I go to to support you?"
"If I'm right, there will be people at the foot of the mountain rushing up. Just take the path you found and go back quickly."
"I understand, young master, be careful."
A boy wearing a large robe ran over and said, "My master must be trapped. Those old ghosts are no match for my master. I'm afraid there may be an ambush."
This is the Nan Qingyang exception disciple that Feng Yu is looking at. From a close distance, he looks gentle, but when it comes to fighting, he doesn't look like himself. His level is not high but he is extremely powerful. Those who are in the seventh or eighth grade
No one among the warriors could withstand his full force punch.
"There's nothing we can do about it. We can't get involved at that level at all. We can only wait for the two people in the sky to decide the winner."
The boy, Qi Yu, spoke anxiously again, "Master said that Taoist Qingsong had not broken through the Cave Mystic Realm for a long time, and his energy and blood were low. I'm afraid he might not be able to beat the man with the red sword!"
Xia Yan and Xia Qing returned to Feng Yu to guard. Xia Yan said: "Although we also want to help, after all, we can't leave even if he loses, but we can't fly. It's possible that the ancestor of the Shangguan family can't leave in seclusion."
It’s just a cover, the owner of the Baishui Sword Sect doesn’t know whether he is inside the gate or not, so no one can care about it.”
Feng Yu looked at Ouyang Zixuan's master, Ye Lingshuang, fighting one against four. Although his sword moves were ethereal and his cultivation was powerful, his opponent also had a Wearing Dao realm, so he was still afraid that she would suffer some losses.
"Uncle Yan, go help her, as long as Uncle Qing is here."
"Sir, be careful."
Xia Yan crossed the sword formation and rushed towards Fang Xin. Neither of them had weapons and only practiced fists and kicks. At this moment, they felt like they were punching to the flesh.
I don’t know what the name of this sword array in Qingyang Mountain is, but it looks very powerful. The disciple is only in the seventh level, but it can actually hold back each other with those in the Tongmai and Wendao realms.
Feng Yu saw that there were many opponents, including many masters. The two strong men were lured away, and the situation was very unfavorable for them. He couldn't help but gather his luck sword and planned to fight again.
Zhou Yun originally supported him but was pulled back a few steps by Zhou's father. He knew that he couldn't persuade him at this time, and he couldn't persuade him. Guan Yunsheng was also in the melee, and his strength in the Tongmai realm was there, so it didn't matter for a while.
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"Amitabha"
Suddenly, a powerful burst of true energy seemed to rise from the ground, and the water in the pool was also blasted out. Everyone felt that their eardrums were torn. Feng Yu stabilized himself and circulated his true energy to protect himself, and looked up with all his strength.
.I saw that the originally sparse clouds in the sky seemed to be unable to bear the tremors and were about to collapse.
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The river drooped, the wind howled, the vegetation was uprooted, and the river exploded one after another.
Fang Xin raised his head in disbelief, his eyes full of fear and fear. The strong men on both sides stopped fighting and stood up. Even the gods in the sky couldn't help but split their air and split the sky.
"Lion Roar Kung Fu!"
A few words from Fang Xin's mouth attracted everyone's attention. It turned out that this was the Buddhist Lion's Roar Kung Fu!
I couldn't see him, I could only hear his voice, but I'm afraid he was still dozens of miles away.
Feng Yu's condensed true energy dissipated directly in the Buddha's name. Those short four words seemed to be able to purify people's souls, which was very different from Fang Xin's trance. Is this the true secret of Buddhist martial arts?
"Evil disciple, you rebelled from Shaolin. I intended to let you go far away, but now you are poisoning all living beings and endangering the world. You have killed countless evildoers on your body. This poor monk cannot let you stay today, so please do what you want."
A monstrous force formed an almost transparent beam of light from the sky, falling vertically, targeting Fang Xin who was kneeling on the ground.
It's like the weight of Mount Tai, and you can still feel that power even though you're far away. It's not like the power of the human world. It makes people feel so insignificant. How can ants dare to look at the sky!
Fang Xin shouted "no"!
Just one word fell, but it was crushed by the beam of light, leaving a huge deep pit on Qingyang Mountain. At the bottom of the pit lay a man whose body was intact but lifeless. Even his clothes were not torn into pieces.
inch.
What a terrifying power!
What an amazing cultivation level!
Feng Yu was wondering, is this the realm of unity between man and nature that warriors all over the world have been pursuing? If not, how can one make people surrender?
Above the sky, Taoist Qingsong and Patriarch Blood Sword looked into the distance, as if there was a stumbling old monk walking somewhere, and they all sighed in their hearts.
The heart is filled with great freedom. This is the true Buddhist Vajra! I am afraid he is the first person in the world.
The Blood Sword Ancestor watched. He never thought that he would appear here. He secretly thought in his heart whether he should run away to avoid trouble. For a person like him who is murderous, the eminent monk may not give him a chance.
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However, that terrifying beam of light did not come again, only a swastika appeared a few feet in front of the Blood Sword Ancestor. The Blood Sword Ancestor was shocked and fought the enemy with all his strength. However, he was not his opponent, so he had to transform.
The red light flew away, leaving only the broken bloody sword falling on the ground.
"Amitabha, this is calamity and cause and effect. The poor monk bids farewell."
Everyone had no idea where the eminent monk was, but they all admired and respected him. They clasped their hands and bid farewell to their senior.
"Donor, demons are born from the heart. There are no demons in the world. It's only human beings who disturb them. The donor's heart is bright and he will definitely understand. If we are destined, you and I will meet again someday."
A voice that only Feng Yu could hear sounded, and Feng Yu was immediately startled. Looking back at the surroundings, everything was still the same as before, with no change. He was wary in his heart and saluted, thanking the eminent monk for his advice.
The Blood Sword Ancestor escaped, and everyone in the Seven Kills saw that their defeat was certain. A horn sounded from somewhere, and everyone evacuated. Everyone was slightly or seriously injured, but they still knew the principle of not chasing after a poor enemy.
Taoist Qingsong carried the white crane and headed straight to the top of Nan Qingyang Mountain. A line of Buddha dust fell, and the half old ghost seemed to be wrapped in a charm, and screams were heard. A moment later, Nan Qingyang appeared on Qingyang Mountain.