The high sun at noon is shining brightly, with endless disillusionment and splendor...
In the land of long-cherished wishes full of killing and blood, a mind-boggling scene happened without any warning...
When the six-eyed ghost boy flew backwards, time seemed to have stopped. Wu Buyong's weird spiritual skills had obviously shocked all the masters and...
There was silence all around, and even Feng Jueyu couldn't explain it. The atmosphere in the realm of long-cherished wishes became weird because of this. Several cultivators from the Soul Clan were unconsciously frightened by Wu Buyong's changes.
Take a step back.
"What kind of magic is this?" Fatty Sun blurted out and asked, but unfortunately, no one answered him.
It’s not that I don’t answer, it’s that I simply don’t have an answer.
A little-known spiritual method, whose level and origin are unknown. This situation is usually the most terrifying.
Even Feng Jueyu had a confused look on his face. He stared in shock for a long time, and then quickly turned his eyes to Zhu Yizhi. He looked around with the corner of his eye, trying to find out what exactly the "Brother Liu" she mentioned was.
where?
After just watching for a long time, Feng Jueyu couldn't find the suspicious person. He asked with full of doubts: "Miss Zhu, who is Brother Liu you are talking about?"
"Brother Liu? He is a very good person. A month ago, he helped Wu Buyong a lot. Didn't you see him?" When talking about this "Brother Liu", Zhu Yizhi always had a smile on his face.
With a smile that seemed to be filled with relish, it seemed that a lot of things that happened a month ago made him full of nostalgia for this place.
Feng Jueyu's head was so big that if he hadn't really seen what he saw at this moment, he would really doubt whether he was being blinded...
Thinking about it on the other hand, Feng Jueyu felt as if he had amnesia and had missed many things.
Brother Liu, Brother Liu, who is this Brother Liu?
Where is he?
There were successive battles in the realm of long-cherished wishes. Feng Jueyu felt that his spiritual consciousness had never been wrong. He knew the training strength of every soul clan he chased and their movements. However, the "Brother Liu" that Zhu Yizhi said was...
Never seen that.
Seeing that Feng Jueyu was full of doubts, Zhu Yizhi raised his eyebrows and said: "Brother Shu also helped after we fought hard for dozens of days. Didn't you see that?"
"I……"
Feng Jueyu was suddenly speechless, thinking to himself, what a crap I saw. Apart from the pursuers, weren't we the only ones here? How could there be anyone else?
wrong!
As soon as he thought of this, Feng Jueyu was suddenly shocked and thought to himself: If there were others here, would it be Lusong who arranged to help?
But it's impossible. Since he has such a big problem, why is he secretly helping us?
It’s a mess, it’s such a fucking mess.
Just when he was trying hard to figure out what was going on, Wu Buyong had already broken free and was wielding his double swords and rushing towards the position where the six-eyed ghost boy flew away. His body was always filled with that...
A terrifying wave of air, a protective wall of dozens of layers of earth-type divine power.
In an instant, sandstorms flew wildly. Wu Buyong did not know when he had mastered the power of the wind and sand. His divine power swept wildly, like a giant running in the sandstorm. Countless trees were uprooted by his momentum...
Seeing Wu Buyong being so fierce, Feng Jueyu was naturally ecstatic in his heart, and Ren Zhiming, who was not far away, did not turn a blind eye. Maybe he saw that Wu Buyong was so high in cultivation that the six-eyed ghost boy was no match, so Ren Zhiming roared.
With a roar, all the black strips of cloth flying up...
The strips of cloth seemed to have been infused with divine power, and they all turned into flying rulers and flying swords. There was a crackling sound like exploding beans, and they shot toward Wu Buyong overwhelmingly...
At the same time, Ren Zhiming rolled out like a snowball, turned into a ball of black light, and sneaked towards Wu Buyong.
"Don't talk nonsense to them. Killing the enemy is the most important thing. Let's go together..."
His words were winning people's hearts. Several masters had just been shocked by Wu Buyong's cultivation. They didn't know what to do. When they heard Ren Zhiming's cry, Fatty Sun was the first to rush towards Feng Jueyu and said
: "Leave this to me, you go and help Envoy Ren."
"Fat man, you know how to pick. This kid is obviously not the culprit, so let me do it." Li Yigou laughed strangely and rushed to attack Feng Jueyu.
Ren Zhiming was approaching, and he fired dozens of punches with his fists and palms interlaced, causing the surrounding clouds and wind to scatter, and a loud scream...
"Fat Sun, Li Yigou, you deal with that brat, Shen Wen'e, Ning Shentong, take down this reckless man for me."
Ren Zhiming arranged the number of people while fighting, and seemed to see that Feng Jueyu's strength was not good enough. It was probably because Wu Buyong was too strong. So in the end, the six people defeated Feng Jueyu and Wu respectively.
No need to get entangled.
There were four people chasing and blocking Wu Buyong, the remaining two were responsible for Feng Jueyu, Fatty Sun and Li Yigou looked happy, they looked at each other and started to kill each other.
"Don't worry, your Majesty Ren, within a hundred moves, I will make this kid lie down and wait for execution..." Li Yi made a promise with a seductive smile, and the ghost claws enveloped him heavily...
Feng Jueyu didn't dare to be careless when he saw this. He quickly spit out a ball of blue light with the strength of his palm and sent Zhu Yizhi a hundred meters away. He kicked the ground with his feet and attacked the pair of Fatty Sun and Li Yigou with a whoosh sound.
"It's such a bold statement to ask this young master to lie down and wait for execution."
Knowing that someone was helping Wu Buyong, Feng Jueyu didn't bother to worry. He calmed down and focused on fighting the enemy. A treacherous smile quickly flashed in the corner of his eyes.
The combination of Fatty Sun and Li Yigou is not weak. On the contrary, they are almost the same as Ning Shentong. Together, the two of them are not as good as the masters of the Chongyang Realm, but they are not far behind.
However, although the two of them can complement each other together, they are still two individuals. Even if it is difficult to deal with them, it is not impossible.
Moreover, Feng Jueyu has been looked down upon by others, so the opponent will naturally be careless when taking action. He is as fast as lightning, dodging between the two people's attacks. He can't find an opening for a moment to take action, and there is no danger.
.
During the fight, Feng Jueyu kept calculating the time. There were less than ten hours left before passing the level. How could he delay the time until the end? Several thoughts came to his mind.
Of course, no matter how many thoughts there are, there is only one purpose. This time it is not to kill people, but to delay time, so pretending to be invincible and responding diplomatically is the best strategy.
After thinking about it in his mind, Feng Jueyu had an idea. No matter how brave the opponent's fists and kicks were, he did not resist them head-on. Instead, he used his body movements as fast as wind and lightning to constantly swim under the moves of Fatty Sun and Li Yigou.
Every move seemed extremely dangerous, but only Feng Jueyu knew in his heart that they were all near misses.
In fact, even if he could kill these six people faster now, he didn't want to do so. During these days, he could see that the second level arranged by Lusong had actually controlled the pressure on himself and Wu Buyong to a level that was just right.
At the critical point of endurance, as long as the kills on one's side are almost done, new forces will emerge from the woods to make up for the previous losses. This back and forth will last until the 30th day, so no matter how simple it is, it can't be done now.
You can't try your best to kill one or two people.
Procrastination is the best strategy.
Thinking of this, Feng Jueyu became a little puzzled. He wanted to know how Lusong controlled the difficulty of this level. It should be noted that there are not only ten thousand but also eight thousand people who can be chased out of the underworld, and what he and Wu Buyong face every day are...
Even if there are hundreds of people, even when they seem to have no rest, they can always find a chance to recover.
In Feng Jueyu's heart, Lu Song's move was extremely clever, so clever that it was unbelievable.
It's a pity that I don't have time to think too much now. Even if it is the last battle, there are still ten hours after all. God knows whether there will be more Chongyang realm masters after this battle.
After fighting hard for dozens of days, if another master comes who is far inferior to me, everything will be over.
Therefore, Feng Jueyu does not make any fatal moves, and leaves a lot of room for his moves. Almost all of his moves contain endless changes. He is like a loach in the water. No matter how you are blown by the wind or waves, I will follow the waves.
Escape...
Hundreds of moves passed in a blink of an eye. Feng Jueyu was like a slippery fish. Under the joint efforts of Fatty Sun and Li Yigou, he survived for a stick of incense. At first, it seemed that he was powerless, but as time went by,
, Fatty Sun and Li realized Feng Jueyu's cunningness as soon as they hooked up.
"Can't this kid fight back?" Fatty Sun's body is extremely fat. Although his movement speed is not slow, he can't compare with anyone.
Compared with Feng Jueyu, he was still far behind. After going back and forth, Fatty Sun's face turned red and his neck was thick with anger. Knowing that he had lost someone, he couldn't help but bulge his hands into balloon shapes...
At that time, Feng Jueyu was just under his fist. He was startled when he saw that the sky above his head was blocking out the sun. When he looked up, he saw two big balloon-like hands inflating, and streams of air rolled in from above.
He knew that Fatty Sun was going to be cruel.
The holy armor formed, and the purple golden armor emerged on the body surface at the same time. Feng Jueyu's body escaped downwards like a swimming dragon.
At the same time, Li Yigou was not idle. When he saw Feng Jueyu trying to leave, the ghost flags suddenly flew up, and a large black crow screamed and flew out of the flags, blocking his way ahead of Feng Jueyu.
die.
At this time, Fatty Sun clapped his hands together and made a high-five sound. The sound was like a tide, and a large black wave rolled in...
Feng Jueyu didn't even raise his head, he squinted his eyes and recited a mantra, then his body moved and suddenly disappeared in a strange way.
Fatty Sun and Li Yigou were about to attack them, but they suddenly lost their purpose and were startled.
The two people's spiritual skills were defeated without any attack, and they stood there in a daze. At this time, a palm force came from the sky, and it seemed like a dragon flying through the clouds and mist in the clouds...
The icy cold current is like the weather in the twelfth lunar month of winter. It is blown by the north wind and sprinkles countless flying frost...
"Blue Dragon Fist!"
The Qinglong Fist of the Four Symbols, combined with the water element, is extremely powerful. In an instant, half of the sky was frozen with layers of thin ice. The sunlight refracted out, and slowly warmed and merged with the dripping rain and dew, which were as sharp as hidden weapons.
Unparalleled.
"Damn, this kid knows the invisibility technique..."