Half of his white hair was messy in the wind. Feng Yu stood up as if nothing happened. Blood was flowing on his hands and feet, and he proudly wiped away the scarlet from the corners of his mouth.
He looked at the waves of soldiers coming towards them with swords, spears and halberds. His own men fell one after another, with no trace of sadness or joy on their faces.
Jiang Xingwan glanced at him, but she realized that she didn't seem to recognize him at this moment.
There is no life in his eyes, no reverence for life, and no perception of the nature of heaven and earth. His eyes can move, but they are not spiritual movements. They are like a pool of stagnant water that has not been illuminated by the sun for a long time.
"Xiaoyu, you~"
Feng Yu glanced at her, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but this smile was so ugly compared to the previous one.
With a big move of his hand, Jun Xie's sword flew back into his hand. Li Chen walked past him with Li Wuxin and wanted to ask him, but was stopped by his eyes.
The remaining half of the black color gradually changed color, but after a few breaths, there was no longer half of the vibrant black hair on the whole head.
The bones on his body creaked, as if something was about to come out. He turned his neck casually, then blinked, and Feng Yu had disappeared.
Before Hua Yaoruo and Jiang Xingwan could react, a sword had already struck Jiang Chen and Luosha in the main camp.
It was very strange, indescribably strange. Just after Jiang Chen ordered the army to attack in an all-out manner, he felt a subtle but strong killing intent behind him. The Rakshasa master stepped forward to block him, but was instantly killed with a sword, and his body was fixed.
There, even the blood marks on his neck didn't show up, and he had already met the King of Hell.
So fast!
Jiang Chen escaped certain death because of the breath that the Rakshasa Killer fought for for him, but even so, the golden gun that Ximen Wu had been following him for many years and which he had personally spent a lot of money to forge was cut in two with one sword.
From his left shoulder to his right abdomen, the armor was torn, and a sword mark fell to the ground with hot blood.
"How can this be!"
The surrounding soldiers stepped forward one after another and surrounded the white-haired Feng Yu. He was dressed in white and had white hair, but unfortunately it was dyed red by blood. The past of the young man in white had been completely cut off in this battle.
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Facing the black army, Feng Yu was deep in the middle. There was no power of heaven and earth, and no natural way. All he had was the arms that kept swinging and the long sword that swung with them.
Taoist Wu Yong came over and looked at Feng Yu at this moment. He couldn't help but frowned. What did this mean? He had never heard of such a scene. Looking at his cultivation, it was not as if his cultivation had greatly increased, but it was not weaker than
A Dongxuan has reached its peak. Every time it is struck, there is no sword energy disturbing the world, only the remaining sword light.
No one knows, and no one will know, that this is the last sword for Feng Yu to comprehend the flawless sword technique left by his father, but his father could not complete it. In other words, it is just a fragment, or a creation.
What happens next to the fragments left behind by the author is left to future generations to figure out.
The useless Taoist did not participate in the war. What happened to Jiang Chen has nothing to do with him. He only came here on behalf of the Xixia Kendo. This is what he owes to the Xixia Ming family. As for the Western Jin Dynasty, that is not his business. This is what he only wants.
The reason for fighting against Feng Ao was also the pride of being a swordsman! After Feng Yu fought his way out of a clearing, Jiang Chen's shadow had long disappeared, and he turned his attention to the useless Taoist.
Taoist Wu Yong looked at him with some doubts, but in just a blink of an eye, Jun Xie Sword was already in front of him.
"Boy, I think you're quite pleasing to the eye, but I don't want to be your enemy."
Feng Yu didn't say anything. Since he chose to stand here, there was no need to look for other excuses. No matter whether he had murderous intentions towards Qingzhou soldiers and civilians, he was always a participant. In the battles before and after, I don't know how many ghosts there are on Yinghun Mountain.
Here, at this time, there are only positions and wins and losses, and kindness and intolerance have long been gone.
When Taoist Wu Yong saw that he was out of touch, he seemed determined to do something to him, so naturally he would not be merciful to him.
"If you take action again, don't blame me for being rude!"
His answer was a flying sword move.
The iron sword knocked down Jun Xie, and the two of them swung their swords together.
Taoist Wu Yong looked at the black orbs that had lost their light in Feng Yu's eyes, and seemed to tremble in his heart.
The two exchanged dozens of moves, and Feng Yu could keep up. Every time the iron sword attacked, Feng Yu felt like he was being pressed by a mountain. The force was so powerful and terrifying. The forcibly improved cultivation level was different from the real
Compared with Dongxuan Peak, the taste is still a lot worse.
"A sword of desolation!"
It was exactly the same as the battle with Lao Huang in front of Tianqiong Pass that day. Taoist Wuyong knew that Feng Yu would not give up, so he lost the patience to let him go. After all, he was still the enemy. He unleashed his strongest killing move, with regret.
With his eyes, he could only choose to end Feng Yu's pain at this moment.
A sword carrying a heavy death aura fell from the sky, carrying the power of the sword that belonged to the Sword Immortal.
The green grass was infected by the sword energy, lost its vitality, turned yellow and decayed in the blink of an eye, stretched across dozens of feet, and fell with a crash.
Feng Yu raised his sword upwards and caught the sword head-on. The billowing sword energy shot out in all directions with him as the center, and the damage from each sword took away the vitality in a person's body.
Feng Ao stood in front of Jiang Xingwan and Hua Yaoruo, and swept away all the sword energy with a sweeping strike. A series of explosions sounded on the grassland, and the ground was in a mess. It was already riddled with holes.
Everything disappeared, and a group of soldiers slowly walked towards the place in the smoke and dust with big halberds. No one dared to be as confident as those who attacked the city in one fell swoop before, so they could only approach step by step, because the man inside was indeed extremely terrifying.
A man pushed a gun in with force. He thought there would be a sound of piercing the body, but he didn't expect that it would be a collision between metals, which was particularly crisp.
Taoist Wu Yong looked at the man standing under the smoke and dust in surprise. He was actually unscathed!
Feng Yu raised his hand and killed the person with one strike. Then Jun Xie's sword spun and flew out of his hand. The soldiers who had just approached were all spared. They all had their necks wiped and fell down.
The useless Taoist stepped forward again and slashed down with his sword, but Feng Yuren disappeared out of thin air. In the blink of an eye, he appeared ten feet behind him. The sea of Qi in his dantian was churning with countless chaotic emotions.
into this sword.
"One sword is perfect!"
It can be said that it was Feng Yu's pinnacle sword at this time. As soon as this sword was released, he had already put life and death aside. Not only was the true energy in his body exhausted, but also the vitality was gradually dissipated.
Dark clouds gathered on the heads of Lei Zidao and Zhong Buxiu. The top of Feng Yu's head was still cloudless, but even in this cloudless vastness, thunder and lightning struck down!
Several thunderbolts landed in Jun Xie's sword, surrounded by lightning and lingering.
Feng Yu closed his eyes, and in his mind, every moment he could remember flashed through, the joy of learning words, the endurance of being bullied, the thrill of meeting relatives, the joy of entering the world, making friends with others.
The joy, the sadness of friends leaving, the determination to guard the country~~~
Happy, sad, excited, helpless~, the scenes were frozen in his heart. The peerless sword condensed with the power of blood, with earth-shattering light, violent winds and rain swept everything, even the strength of the surrounding soldiers
and life were forcibly sucked into this sword by him.
Jun Xie's sword seemed to have become spiritual, and began to tremble on its own, as if declaring war on the world that supports mankind!
Feng Ao, An Dingsheng, Hong Si, Cheng Yi, Li Bi'an, Xiao Pojun, everyone in Qilin Camp, Li Wuxin's master and disciple, etc. Everyone looked at this sword, which was also Feng Yu's last sword.
Lei Zidao and An Su were still trying their best, but they also felt the overwhelming sword energy.
"I don't know who is using the sword, but he finally has the demeanor of Senior Huangquan."
Lei Zidao felt that something was wrong. He used the power of heaven at this moment to forcefully open a hole in An Su's aura isolation, and rushed out with some trauma. An Su also followed closely, attacking with waves of true energy.
Behind Lei Zidao.
Finally, the sword was sent out, and Lei Zidao was too late to stop it.
Taoist Wu Yong looked at the incoming sword. On the surface, it seemed a bit ordinary, but he knew that the restrained sword intent was truly the most terrifying and the most difficult to resist.
He raised the iron sword with his right hand. The rust had long since fallen off, but it was still so old and weak. The fingers of his left hand slowly traced the blade of the sword, as gently as if he were comforting his own child. Gradually, a ray of sword intent rose to the sky.
As he stood up, his clothes and robes moved automatically without any wind, and his strength became even higher.
"Then it's decided. Whether it's life or death, I've done my best."
He felt a little detached. The power of this sword was that he had never used it when facing Feng Ao. It was a real death aura, because he didn't even let himself go. Compared to Feng Yu, he used it
He thought he was a dead person.
The two swords bloomed with divine power in this vast world, and the sky became two factions, one golden and one black, which made people unable to open their eyes. The terrifying sword energy came with the power to destroy everything. The sword energy scattered in this sky
It was like fireworks rising into the sky and exploding, gold and black intersecting, giving off a colorful afterglow, causing the thunder clouds to be blown away into slag.
Lei Zidao and An Su stopped and did not approach. They did not gamble, because even if they stopped, they would not get any favors. If there was a threat, it would be easy to explain.
The golden stream of light cut through the long sky and penetrated the black. After many years, the iron sword finally turned into fly ash.
Taoist Wu Yong obviously underestimated Feng Yu's sword. He finally let go of his hand, smiled, and let Jun Xie's sword penetrate into his chest.
The moment the long sword entered the body, the mixed feelings of sadness and joy seemed to be sensed by Wuyou Taoist. He completely gave up the resistance, but felt the emotions Feng Yu brought to the sword. Sometimes he laughed, sometimes cried, which made him
His expression was indescribably ugly.
Finally, a figure was fixed in Taoist Wu Yong's mind, a lively and lovely girl.