Top masters have always had a unique ability to sense magical weapons. This ability comes from their intensive study and profound understanding of martial arts. Even when faced with magical weapons they have never seen before, they can still sense the breath from the magical weapons.
to identify the grade of the magic weapon.
It was obvious that the magic weapon in Feng Jueyu's hand definitely reached the level of a golden treasure, and what made Leng Youhen extremely angry was that the energy emitted by this magic weapon had another source of extremely rare cold air.
Although Leng Youhen could not tell the origin of the cold energy, his long-term combat experience told him that this magical weapon was quite dangerous and could threaten his own life.
Therefore, after Leng Youhen came into contact with Xuan Zhong's possessed sword, he decided to stop immediately and never touch such a thing again.
And although he did not use all his strength in his quick dodge, the coldness and ferocity from the origin of Zhiyin still made the Feng Da Killer's internal organs tremble.
Leng Youhen's casual claw was equal to Wu Buyong's blow with nearly 80% of the force. This was really unimaginable to Feng Jueyu. With just this move, Feng Jueyu could roughly test Leng Youhen's strength.
His true strength was completely different from what he saw from afar. The vastness of his divine power allowed him to deeply understand the powerful cultivation of a Chongyang Realm master, and at the same time, it also made this battle extremely complicated and confusing...
"Prick your hands, be careful." Feng Jueyu gritted his teeth and suppressed the qi and blood rushing away in his body, and divine power surged out crazily from Qiandan's acupoints. Since Xuan Zhong's possession sword is not effective, let's try the old one.
The real tricks of the ghost.
Thinking like this, Feng Jueyu handed Xuan Zhong's possessed sword to his left hand. He could use the sword with both his left and right hands. His left hand was no more skillful than his right hand, and his free right hand was slowly condensing.
Arises the divine power of the earth system.
Using the powerful technique combined with the Xuanwu Divine Fist, Feng Jueyu's momentum increased several times in an instant. Gravel rolled on his fist as big as a casserole, and he attacked Leng Youhen mightily.
Who knows, at this time Leng Youhen was not willing to fight with Feng Jueyu. The moment before he came into contact with Xuan Zhong's possessed sword, the damaged meridians seemed to be frozen by the eternal spring, and his energy was as cold as any.
The blood divine power was unable to move smoothly, and its metabolism was sluggish, as if it was unable to sustain its strength. Although Feng Jueyu misunderstood his cultivation at this time, Leng Youhen was still very afraid of the sword in Feng Jueyu's hand, especially when Feng Jueyu
When Yu handed the sword to his left hand, he even more misunderstood what killing move Feng Jueyu was going to use.
Seeing the quick fist coming at him like a roaring tiger, Leng Youhen whipped up a dark wind. Now the only thing he could rely on was the Yin Yin spell. The little soul baby on the ground screamed strangely and pounced on Feng Jue.
At the same time, Leng Youhen flew back, kicked away the following Ning Shentong with three legs, and flew towards the front hall.
"Want to run?" Feng Jueyu and Ning Shentong looked at each other, but without saying anything, they ran straight to the front hall.
At this time, the courtyard had long been turned into a pile of ruins. Under the starry sky of the dark night, countless torches were burning with the flames of conquest, but no one among Leng Youhen's wife, son, daughter, and followers dared to confront Feng Jueyu and Feng Jueyu.
Ning Shentong tried to stop him. This was no joke. How could a guy who could confront Leng Youhen face to face be so weak? If he really went up, it would be nothing more than adding one more dead body to Fuyou City's main palace, and he might even kill them all.
There are no corpses left.
But the city lord was in trouble and had to be rescued. A graceful young woman in the crowd called her son privately and said: "Lao Liu, hurry up and send a message, asking the city lord Funing to send people to help."
"Mom, Funing City is thousands of miles away, can we save it?"
"Stupid, Fu Ningcheng just left today. He must have just gone far with his large group of troops. Call him back quickly, otherwise it will be too late."
The two mother and son said this, and the young man nodded and left...
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At this moment, Feng Jueyu and Ning Shentong were rushing to the front hall. Leng Youhen's physical skills were good, but because he was injured first, his Qi was blocked, and he sometimes showed signs of going crazy. Under the attack of the two masters,
, and then he caught up with Wu Buyong, a strong man from the human race. He was caught up in an instant, and Leng You gritted his teeth in anger.
In desperation, with no way to escape, Leng Youhen had no choice but to rely on his own cultivation to rush into the front hall and go straight to the wall with a strange pair of magic teeth in the center.
"What is he going to do?"
Feng Jueyu followed closely, and Ning Shentong followed behind. Wu Buyong had just entered the palace with Zhu Yizhi in his arms. When he saw Leng Youhen running straight towards the strange wall, Ning Shentong was shocked and turned pale.
"Stand at the sound transmission wall in the palace to stop him."
Ning Shentong yelled out with a hoarse throat, and the palace shook like a twilight drum and a morning bell. Although the reminder was fast enough, everyone was still unable to catch up with Leng Youhen's lightning-fast speed, and they saw him punch out
, wisps of black light burst out from the fist and hit the wall directly. The strange wall's turtle patterns dispersed, split in all directions, and collapsed.
As soon as the wall was broken, a stream of cold breath spewed out from inside, as if the gate of the water channel had been opened, and it kept tilting out. After that, Leng Youhen stood fearlessly in front of the strange wall, clenching his fists, extremely ferocious,
Like a crazy lion, he roared at everyone: "Ignorant people, I won't let you have an easy time even if I die, just let the countless soul cultivators under Fushiya chase you here, haha."
Leng Youhen laughed crazily, and his inner aura suddenly increased. Waves of earth-shaking, ghost-crying, and howling divine power surged out of his body without any reservation.
Feng Jueyu was shocked. Not understanding what was going on, he looked to Zhu Yizhi for help. At this time, Ning Shentong yelled angrily: "Don't look at it. He broke the sound transmission wall in the palace, which is equivalent to sending a message to the outside world."
, within an hour, all the soul cultivators under the rule of Fushiya City will arrive here, and we will be endlessly blocked and killed until there is no whole body left."
What?
Feng Jueyu and Wu Boyong were horrified. At this moment, the countless vengeful souls that spewed out flew out of the hall without anyone noticing, and then turned into a black mass that filled the sky and dispersed in all directions.
At the same time, the entire Fuyou City rang out with shouts of killing, as if thousands of troops were rushing towards the city lord's mansion.
The sound transmission wall in the palace is one of the soul clan formations used by the palace to communicate to the outside world. This formation can connect many cities under Fushiya's rule in the City of Seven Souls, and can also communicate the death of the palace owner through wrongful souls.
The news quickly spread to the outside world, and anyone who saw the person who was sending the message to the innocent soul would come here as soon as he learned the news, because as long as he saved the palace lord, he would be rewarded heavily by the Lord of Fushiya City.
Under the heavy reward, the brave man is fearless...
No one understands this truth, so after hearing such bad news, Feng Jueyu and Wu Buyong shuddered. Ning Shentong knew the matter very well and rushed towards Leng Youhen desperately.
passed.
He had not lost his ability to use corpses to attack demon spirits. He took a long stride and met Leng Youhen in a few steps. His claws filled the sky with light, almost trying to swallow up the entire hall. After the fists, palms and claws clashed,
At this moment, the roof beams of the main hall were flying with dust and were on the verge of falling down...
Feng Jueyu swore loudly, and followed Ning Shentong to attack. The five-color divine power transformed into thousands of auspicious colors, and the old fists were accompanied by Xuan Zhong's possessed sword. The cold current that could freeze the earth quickly hit Leng You.
Hate is wrapped up in it...
Wu Buyong was not idle either. After putting down Zhu Yizhi, he attacked side by side with a scimitar in hand. He raised one hand and smashed a huge rock at Leng Youhen.
The fight started fiercely and thoroughly, and the three masters finally spared no effort and used strange tricks one after another, forcing Leng Youhen into a corner for a while.
Leng Youhen had a bad time. First, he was poisoned by Mu Jiuzhou's Binding Ming Powder and was forced to lose all his skills. Then he used the killer Yin Yin Curse to sacrifice. In such a helpless situation, his soul was shattered.
He tried to save his life, but in the end, the appearance of Feng Jueyu and Wu Buyong was like the straw that broke the camel's back, making him completely give up hope.
In despair, he tried his best to wait for rescue, but unfortunately at this time, no one would give him a chance.
Wu Buyong's Xuanzhao peak cultivation level was not in vain, the stone-lifting technique was performed one after another, like meteorites falling from the sky, making Leng Youhen jump left and right...
Not only is Ning Shen Tong tall and tall, his claw skills are even more sharp and extraordinary. With one strike, it is like having ten thousand claws gnawing at a baby, so insidious and unpredictable...
What shocked and frightened Leng Youhen the most was not these two people. What was even more frightening was that Feng Jueyu's five-color divine power could actually confront him face to face without showing any signs of defeat.
After a fierce pursuit and beating, the dog was forced into a back alley. Gradually, even Leng Youhen, who had profound cultivation, began to lose his strength. At this time, Wu Buyong spotted a loophole and suddenly moved sideways.
Come on, insert the scimitar with both hands into Leng Youhen's ribs, one on the left and the other on the right...
"puff!"
The blade penetrated the flesh with two simultaneous sounds, and immediately two arrows of blood spurted out from Leng Youhen's waist. The pain caused Leng Youhen to shout angrily: "Ah~, you guys are not going to die well."
The severe pain touched the evil fire in Leng Youhen's heart. His heart became cruel, and he raised a claw and swept out regardless of the injury.
At such a close distance, Wu Buyong had no chance to dodge. Immediately, blood arrows shot out from his chest, and Wu Buyong was injured and flew away upside down.
Seeing Wu Buyong flying back from him with five more blood marks on his body, Feng Jueyu's scalp exploded, and a feeling of hatred arose spontaneously.
"I kill you."
Feng Jueyu rushed forward like a wolf and a tiger, his fists and swords shot out with rays of light, and he rushed forward with the force of lightning and thunder. He used the Liuhe Yanzi Jue as he wished, and a huge multicolored palm print fell from the sky, and he slapped it fiercely.
On the top of Leng Youhen's head, this palm condensed Feng Jueyu's whole body's skill. Even though Leng Youhen pressed his elbows against each other, he could not stop this palm technique that opened the sky.
The five-colored palm prints were as heavy as a mountain, and Leng Youhen's head was shattered into pieces with one palm strike.
When the skull exploded, Feng Jueyu was still a little unbelievable, but when the blood and brain matter splashed on his face, he knew that he had successfully killed Leng Youhen.