The previously peaceful realm of long-cherished wishes suddenly erupted into a killing spree. Dozens and hundreds of Soul Clan cultivators, unable to suppress their desire to compete for the vacant throne of City Lord, rushed forward ferociously.
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In an instant, the land of long-cherished wishes was turbulent, and the sound of killings was loud. The abundant spiritual energy in the world had undergone earth-shaking changes because of the actions of Feng Jueyu and Wu Buyong...
The rich spiritual energy spread uncontrollably towards the outside world, mixed with the divine power of Feng Jueyu and Wu Buyong, overwhelming the sky and covering the sky like a tsunami that suddenly broke out without warning.
After that return to the truth explosion, Feng Jueyu's fingers changed rapidly like a butterfly dance, and the changing finger techniques flashed with the unique light of wood-type divine power, like stars, fleeting.
And every time the fingertips flickered, Xuan Zhong's possessed sword would easily take away the life of a soul cultivator. In just a few breaths, he slaughtered most of the dozens of people in the formation.
At this moment, Feng Jueyu opened all the Qiandan acupoints in his body, and the divine power in his meridians swept like a frenzy. The Liuhe realm training method achieved a cycle of heaven and earth. Not only could he kill enemies at the same time, but he could also rely on the rich spiritual energy of heaven and earth around him to supplement and absorb it.
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For a month, Feng Jueyu did not dare to be careless. Now, even the slightest bit of divine power must be saved and used.
His fighting style tends to be insidious and deceitful, and he kills enemies so fast that it is simply unimaginable.
The soul clan's cultivation relies on the strength of the crowd, and they thought they would take advantage of it, but they never expected to encounter a pervert like Feng Jueyu who is blessed by nature. As soon as they got to grips with him, everyone knew what a terrifying guy they were facing, so
After the initial siege, I couldn't help but retreat in my heart.
Some people even began to have ideas about Wu Buyong.
However, when they looked to the other side, they were even more stunned.
Not far away, Wu Buyong waved his scimitar with both hands and transformed into the twin scythes of death. His tall and burly bear-like body turned into a broken leaf in the wind...
The hand rises and the knife falls, either dismembering the body or beheading...
The speed of killing enemies is not inferior to Feng Jueyu.
Even Feng Jueyu took a deep breath after reading it and couldn't help but feel frightened.
He once had the experience of fighting against Wu Buyong. Although Wu Buyong was not weak at the time, he had not reached such a terrifying level. The current Wu Buyong is still the genius master of Wu Zong. He is clearly a bloody
There was no trace of pity in the eyes of the executioner who was killing people on the battlefield, and his attack must be extremely successful. Feng Jueyu was even worried whether this guy would tire himself to death if he continued to fight like this.
"Brother Wu, don't waste your energy." Feng Jueyu pulled out and yelled behind him as a reminder.
The soul cultivators must be trying to break through the barrier with the three of them, so they can't possibly know that the three of them will persist here for a month. Therefore, as long as they are shocked, they can definitely buy time to rest.
Feng Jueyu thought so, but Wu Buyong didn't care...
"Haha, Brother Feng, do you need to waste more energy to deal with these three-legged cats? Look, Wu will take care of them all."
Wu Buyong turned a blind eye to Feng Jueyu's words. As his swords flew, a huge stone slowly condensed on top of his head...
Feng Jueyu remembered that although this stone technique was overbearing and powerful, it consumed a lot of divine power. Wu Buyong's move did not leave any room for himself. He clearly had something wrong with his brain.
Feng Jueyu frowned, and he suddenly discovered that Wu Buyong's character was becoming more and more unpredictable. Although he was a little more arrogant and domineering in the past, he had a very deep scheming attitude toward others. But now, Feng Jueyu simply didn't understand.
It is impossible to see Wu Buyong as a thoughtful person. He has completely turned into a reckless man, wasting energy regardless of the consequences.
"boom!"
The boulder suddenly fell, and at least three people on the ground were killed on the spot. Blood spattered, brains burst, and flew everywhere...
Wu Buyong killed at least thirty masters in just one stick of incense. Of course, that was also because his opponents were of average strength. If they were masters of the Xuanzhao realm, they would not be so easy to deal with.
Of course, Wu Buyong's relentless killing did have some deterrent effect. Seeing that his opponent was so powerful, the remaining soul cultivators were so frightened that they retreated frequently. Within a moment, they all retreated.
Outside the boundary of the realm of long-cherished wishes.
Wu Buyong chased after him, but Feng Jueyu was shocked when he saw this and shouted: "Brother Wu, don't chase after the poor enemy..."
Wu Buyong stopped quickly and laughed: "Haha, these idiots dare to become enemies with Wu. If they come again, I promise not to leave any one behind."
Feng Jueyu shook his head speechlessly and sighed: "There is still a long time, so take a rest soon."
Wu Buyong did not refute this time. He nodded and sat cross-legged next to Zhu Yizhi...
The cultivators outside the barrier breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that the three people from the realm of long-cherished wishes did not chase them out, but soon, they discovered some problems.
"Hey, why don't they leave? There are so many of us, and there will definitely be more people here in a while. Why don't they leave?"
"Hmph, damn it, these two human races obviously don't take us seriously. Let's take a rest and wait for backup to arrive before we attack again."
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As expected, the soul cultivators outside the realm of Long-cherished Wish did not know the reason why Feng Jueyu and the others stayed, and actually regrouped outside. Feng Jueyu gritted his teeth and said bitterly: "Damn it, it's a pity that we can't leave. What if we are disillusioned?"
Lin, no matter how many people there are, they can all be wiped out."
He was not exaggerating. The most common method used by the Feng Da Killer was assassination. If it weren't for the limitations of the area and allowed him to let go, as long as he was not an unbeatable opponent, he would never be afraid of these rabble.
However, when the time comes, Feng Jueyu is quite helpless. At this moment, he can only save his energy and find another way.
Fortunately, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the realm of long-cherished wishes can be absorbed at will, and the recovery speed is extremely fast. Within half an hour, the consumed divine power is restored to the original state, but a large number of soul cultivators have once again gathered in the woods outside the realm of long-cherished wishes.
Feng Jueyu exhaled a long breath of turbid air, and his heart suddenly became heroic. He looked around and saw hundreds of cultivators staring at him with eager eyes. Feng Jueyu's pupils were full of fighting intent.
"Brother Wu, get ready to start again. Being able to fight against the enemy side by side with Brother Wu is indeed a blessing in life."
His tone was full of melancholy, but there was no sadness behind fear. There were many days when the blade of the knife was licking blood, but this time, Feng Jueyu knew that the possibility of his survival was very small.
As time goes by, more and more soul cultivators will arrive here, and some real masters will not rush to take action. Gradually, the enemies they will encounter will only become more and more powerful.
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Until the end, when the two of them were exhausted, as these people surged up, they could only become two piles of fertilizer in the forest of disillusionment.
Although Feng Jueyu is not a person who accepts his fate, his calmness always allows him to face facts one after another. He knows that maybe this trip to the underworld will be the most difficult level for him in his previous life.
Feeling the determination and coldness in Feng Jueyu's tone, Wu Buyong's eyes burst out with a look of pride. He slowly stood up with one hand on the ground, stood back to where he was, and roared like a bull.
Said: "Brother Feng, those who practice strength will be sad to die. Why don't you put aside the mundane world and stand upright to heaven and earth? Why don't you fear death? Let me and you two brothers fight against him in darkness."
"What a fight. Brother Wu, Feng lost to you last time in the murder contest. This time, Feng is ready to compete with you again."
"Just what I wanted."
These two people are both outstanding figures and living geniuses in the southern territory within the grand plan. They have not had enough fun since the last time they fought. When they said this, their sorrow was relieved, and all that was left was their indomitable pride.
and the desire to win without giving in to each other.
The shouts of death continued to ring out in the forest of disillusionment, and the masters in the dust rushed over. This time, the two said nothing more, and the scimitar and the long sword once again started an endless bloody battle.
The morning fog dissipates, and with the help of a ray of sunshine from the nine-day sky, the realm of long-cherished wishes is surrounded by intoxicating seven-color bands, like a gorgeous blue dragon wandering in the sky...
Under the clouds and rays of light, it seems that there is another world that is isolated. Apart from killing, this world only contains shouts and howls. It is really like the torment of the eighteenth level of hell, which makes all ghosts frightened and the innocent souls retreat...
The killing continues...
Ever since Feng Jueyu and Wu Buyong took over the second level of the problem, they had one battle every three days and two small battles every day, without any lull.
They didn't know how many soul cultivators had sent out, nor what methods Green Pine used to control the pursuers. Outside the realm of long-cherished wishes, there would always be dozens or even hundreds of people.
Soul Clan cultivators, and as long as they kill the pursuers, there will be a steady stream of pursuers coming in from behind to make up for it.
Like this, one day, two days...
Three days, five days...
Twenty-seven days have passed...
After twenty-seven days of continuous bloody battles in the Realm of Long-cherished Wish, the woods have been covered up by countless corpses. The former rich vitality and full of indigo are no longer replaced by blood-like bright red...
Broken amputated limbs were scattered everywhere, and the piles of corpses were as high as two hills.
Feng Jueyu and Wu Buyong were like two demons from the past life, standing proudly on top of the mountain of corpses, scorning the world with their ruthless and cold eyes.
The bleak flute sound slowly echoed in the woods, as if playing a tragic song of death, rendering the secluded disillusioned woods tragic and desolate...
For almost a month, the two of them had been fighting bloody battles in the Realm of Long-cherished Wish, without ever having a break. Feng Jueyu and Wu Buyong, two unknown people in the underworld, gradually began to become known to people.
PS: My hands are not very flexible, and I am a little stuck, so writing is too slow. It takes four hours to write one chapter, which is more than painful.