“I don’t know how high the sky is and how high it is!”
Beitian Yihe's voice was like the roar of thunder in the sky, ringing in his ears, and a hint of coldness appeared on his handsome face.
"Feng Ziyue, I give you the last kindness——"
"Last chance to choose!"
"Kneel down or die!"
His eyes were wide open, and there was a light golden color flying in his eyes, which seemed to be anger, but also seemed to be boundless and profound indifference.
Feng Ziyue laughed loudly, held his sword across his chest, and shook his head.
"If you want me to kneel down, it's impossible. If you want to kill me, then you try!"
There is no room for change in the conversation between the two!
Xun Qingmei raised his hand to his forehead, showing a helpless smile and deep worry. If Lu Jiuqing had taken action just now, Feng Ziyue still had a glimmer of hope, but the overwhelming strength of this Xinghe envoy was impossible for him.
Resistant!
He has not repaid the favor of helping to find the moonstone. If he is in Suzaku Qisu, he can still find someone from the Moon Lord Temple to help stop this battle. But at this time, what ability does she have to stop it?
"Xunxian, you don't have to worry too much..."
Just when Xun Qingmei was worried, Hu Feiyang beside her suddenly smiled bitterly and made a dull sound.
"Your Feng Ziyue may not lose..."
"What did you say?"
Xun Qingmei was startled for a moment. Hu Feiyang had always had a deep hostility towards Feng Ziyue. After losing to Feng Ziyue in the Battle of the Seven Stars Seal, the leader of the Fire Sun Palace had been looking for opportunities to save face.
If Feng Ziyue was defeated, he should be the happiest, but now his tone of voice does not necessarily sound very excited.
"This Galaxy Messenger's martial arts are far superior to Feng Ziyue, how...how can he resist?"
"How do you know Yuesheng?"
Hu Feiyang sneered and looked at Feng Ziyue, showing a fear as if he had seen a god or demon.
"When I first met this kid, I also felt that I was far better than him..."
Among the seven-star seals, Hu Feiyang is a master who has entered the realm of Jutian for many years, while Feng Ziyue is at best a master of the peak breaking virtual realm. The gap between the two is qualitative.
Hu Feiyang never thought that he would lose, but he did.
Later, he saw the twelve cities on the fifth floor of the White Jade Capital where the common people were living. This was the ultimate martial arts. Feng Ziyue was like an ant under the shadow of this martial arts, and he should be defeated without any doubt.
He also felt that Duckweed was far superior to him, but in the end, Feng Ziyue still won.
In the secret realm, Hu Feiyang saw Wu Wai Jiangshan, the leader of the second generation disciples of Xuanyuan Sect, and he also felt that he was far superior to Feng Ziyue.
But Feng Ziyue returned safely from the secret realm, and there was no sound in the world outside Wu.
——After such a series of events, Hu Feiyang has been suspicious.
When he just saw Feng Ziyue killing Lu Jiuqing in front of everyone, it was so majestic and extraordinary that Hu Feiyang's ambition was taken away by him, and he was dripping with cold sweat.
Even now, although he still feels that Beitian Yihe has a clear advantage, he still has a feeling that Feng Ziyue will definitely win.
This feeling was very annoying, but he couldn't get rid of it.
Xun Qingmei shook his head, wondering why he was in such a state. He turned his head and watched Feng Ziyue and Beitian Yihe confront each other. Although the two did not make a move, the fight had already begun.
When masters compete, they start with momentum.
Although more people nowadays directly draw their swords at each other, this Beitian Yihe is a member of a noble family. Although he acts arrogantly, he also has a bit of arrogance. Feng Ziyue's aura is as sharp as a sharp knife, and he refuses to fight against him.
He surrendered in front of him, but he insisted on overpowering him!
The sky and the earth are overwhelming, like a sea tide, trying to swallow up the isolated reef of Fengziyue.
However, Feng Ziyue's sword intent was arrogant and unyielding, showing no intention of wavering under this overwhelming attack.
Beitian Yihe's face gradually turned cold, and he heard a clang, and the long sword behind him was unsheathed!
This momentum has reached its peak. The sword can channel spirits. It can no longer hold back. It spins in the air, and a red brilliance appears!
"The sword spirit is born!"
Feng Ziyue's heart moved, and he could naturally see that the sword hanging above Beitian Yihe's head had already given birth to a sword spirit!
All things have animism, and swords are endowed with spiritual energy. They have strong killing intent and are one of the weapons that can easily become spirits. The Xuantian Hunyuan Ancient Sword in Feng Ziyue’s hand has been passed down in Shangqing Temple for thousands of years, and it is also
The sword spirit was almost formed, but unfortunately it broke when he used the nameless sword technique, and the process was prolonged indefinitely.
"The name of this sword is, Eternal Song of Red Flames!"
"One hundred thousand years ago, I was born in the world of red flames. I, the Beitian clan, got it by chance. Ten thousand years ago, I formed the sword spirit!"
"Only this kind of sword can allow me to display unparalleled sword skills!"
Beitian Yihe's gaze coldly glanced at the broken sword in Feng Ziyue's hand, and he sneered.
"What is that in your hand? Can it also be called a sword?"
"Without a peerless sword, how can there be a peerless swordsmanship?"
"Feng Ziyue, you can only use those basic sword moves, and you will be killed by the sword in the end!"
He kept laughing, and suddenly he flipped his wrist and grabbed the long sword above his head. With a slight shake, a red brilliance transformed into the shape of a flame and rolled toward Feng Ziyue!
Feng Ziyue swept his sword horizontally, and heard a crisp sound. The swords struck each other, and he felt a huge force coming continuously. His heart trembled, and he flew back.
"There's no point in retreating!"
Beitian Yihe snorted coldly. He did not move at all, but like a gangrene attached to his bones, he followed Feng Ziyue with endless sword light!
Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding!
In an instant, the two of them wielded their swords, and no one knows how many moves and collisions they passed!
"The sword spirit of my sword has been born. I can do whatever I want. As soon as I think about the sword, the sword attack is coming. How can you resist it!"
"Just the fire stick in your hand?"
Beitian Yihe's sword became more fierce as he laughed.
The eternal song of red flames he holds, the sword's light is like the shape of flames, and with a single swing, it has the power to kill. Such a sword, if it falls into the hands of ordinary people, can also rely on it to become an enemy of thousands of people!
In the hands of a master from Jutian, his swordsmanship can be brought into full play!
Feng Ziyue has never encountered such a powerful sword, and it is also the first time that he has fought against the master of Sword Zai Xian. Although he will not suffer a loss, he has a serious expression and does not dare to show any slights!
"Hahahahaha!"
In the midst of laughter, a crane in the north suddenly turned upside down, withdrew the sword light that filled the sky, and stood proudly in the air again.
Feng Ziyue stood far away, his expression unchanged, his broken sword pointed at an angle, but there was a hint of regret in his eyes.
"boom!"
A crisp sound of breaking sounded, and the broken sword in Feng Ziyue's hand broke into two pieces again!
The Xuantian Hunyuan Ancient Sword given by the Taoist Luan failed for the first time in a duel!
The ancient bronze blade made a faint mournful sound, turned into powder, and scattered in the air!