Feng Jueyu didn't use any ruthless moves. Although his Qinglong Fist was unable to kill Fatty Sun and Li Yigou with one punch, it would definitely be twice as powerful if he used the Liuhe Yanzi Jue.
However, Feng Jueyu's purpose is to delay time rather than kill people, so he is unwilling to use methods that consume too much divine power and consciousness...
The Qinglong Fist Power was an exception. The two original powers in his body were not weak at all. At this moment, the fist power was blasted out enough to freeze the world, causing crystal frost to hang from the treetops in the realm of long-cherished wishes. It was like entering the twelfth lunar month of winter. In fact,
It's because of Xuanzhong's help.
The ice dragon sealed the sky, and the earth glowed with white light...
Under the power of Qinglong Fist, Fatty Sun and Li Yigou suddenly felt a biting coldness coming through them. Their whole bodies were so cold that they were about to freeze in the next moment...
Their faces suddenly turned pale...
Feng Jueyu didn't use a spiritual method, but he actually had such a powerful power. Even though Fatty Sun and Li Yigou claimed to be extraordinary, they didn't dare to ignore it. The two of them screamed strangely and separated into birds and beasts, trying to leave the center of the chill.
However, Feng Jueyu could not let them get what they wanted. With a movement of his fist, a cloud of wind, frost, snow and mist was stirred up. It was as if heavy snow fell from the sky and the earth, and the two people's bodies were completely frozen in the rolling movement.
After that, Feng Jueyu dodged and flew towards Li Yigou. In his eyes, Li Yigou's movement was weird and difficult, much more difficult to deal with than Fatty Sun. He wounded Li Yigou first, and then waited for an opportunity to kill him.
It's a good policy.
With a thought in his mind, Feng Jueyu came behind Li Yiyou like lightning and flint, struck Huanglong with his right fist, punched out wildly, and hit Li Yiyou's back hard.
Li Yigou's expression changed drastically. He was in a panic and had no way to go. He could only form the Holy Armor of Zhiyin and condense all his divine power behind his back.
"boom!"
The fist power finally came, Feng Jueyu's fist was second only to his swordsmanship, and the Qinglong Fist came out again, like a mad dragon biting Li Yiyou's body.
With a cry of "Wow", Li Yi's hook couldn't withstand this earth-shattering punch, and he threw himself to the ground with blood spurting from his mouth. He hit the pile of corpses hard and soon disappeared.
Fatty Sun was shocked and turned pale. He took this opportunity and quickly mobilized his divine power to explode the black ice on his body. He ignored Li's hook and jumped out of the circle...
These moves were going back and forth, and the fighting was brilliant. Not far away, Ren Zhiming, who was surrounded by Wu Buyong and was fighting heartily, was suddenly shocked when he saw this: "What a terrifying source of divine power. Your original divine power, I'm afraid
He has reached heaven, right? Ning Shentong, please go and help."
Feng Jueyu's own water-type original divine power is certainly not above the heavenly level. It is only with the help of Xuan Zhong's spirituality that he can achieve extraordinary performance. However, the original power given to him by Xuan Zhong is extremely limited. After one move is successful, it is impossible to pursue.
It's impossible.
Hearing this angry shout, Feng Jueyu quickly retreated to Zhu Yizhi's side, formed seals with his hands, took a big gulp of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, recovered a little, and waited to meet the three masters.
At this time, Li Yigou broke out from the pile of corpses, covered in blood, and glared at Feng Jueyu fiercely, regarding him as his enemy...
"I underestimated you. I am an immortal and nameless ghost in someone's hand. I asked you, what is your name?"
He asked like this, but Feng Jueyu dismissed it: "It's easy to say, Feng Jueyu has learned a lesson."
"What the hell, I'm here to kill people. Fatty Sun, Ning Shen Tong, do it."
Although Li Yiguo's words were vicious, Feng Jueyu could see fear rising in the boy's brows, thinking that his goal had been achieved, and felt very satisfied.
However, Ning Shen Tong did not move, which made him feel even more happy.
This Ning Shentong was tricked by him before, and he was even injured by his subordinates. His fear may be even greater. Didn't he trick him?
Sure enough, after Li Yigou finished shouting, neither Fatty Sun nor Ning Shen Tong moved, and Li Yigou's face turned pale with anger: "What are you doing?"
Ning Shentong glanced at Ren Zhiming, he didn't want to fight face to face with Feng Jueyu, but after all, the ghost skeleton was still on Feng Jueyu, and it was difficult to get off the tiger. Ning Shentong said bitterly: "I have fought with him, and this person is best at showing weakness to others.
, if you look for an opportunity to counterattack, be careful."
"You should still worry about yourself." Li Yigou ignored his words, and Ning Shentong shook his head speechlessly, telling himself in his heart that even if he couldn't get the ghost skeleton, he couldn't be a backer for others.
Fatty Sun, on the other hand, was timid and cowardly. These people had evil intentions, and together they were not as powerful as before. Feng Jueyu knew that his goal had been achieved. He counted the time and saw that an hour was almost over. He couldn't help but feel sad in his heart.
I got excited, there were still nine hours left, and the pressure of the countdown was indeed not small. If it didn't work, I would fight to my death to scare these bastards away.
"boom!"
Just when he was making other plans, suddenly a distant roar exploded in the realm of long-cherished wishes. Everyone turned their heads, only to see a large piece of blood mist erupting from the scene where the four people were fighting.
Blood mist sprinkled down, and there was a huge uproar outside the forest. Only then did people see clearly that at some point, Wu Buyong had smashed Shen Wen'e's head with a big mountain.
Feng Jueyu gasped after reading this. How much powerful divine power was needed to do this.
That person seems to be a peak Xuanzhao master, right?
Just as he was thinking about it, Wu Buyong suddenly turned back and pounced directly on Ning Shentong, who was not far away from him...
This scene gave Feng Jueyu a sense of fear.
You must know that although the distance between the two people is not far, they are not close either. With Wu Buyong's speed, the chance of succeeding in a sneak attack is very low, but he just pounced on him. Not only did he pounce, but his speed suddenly soared.
Several times more, he was behind Ning Shentong in the blink of an eye.
The battle in the territory of Long-cherished Wish was extremely chaotic. Ning Shentong never expected that Wu Buyong would not only kill one person under the siege of three people, but would also pounce on him at such a critical moment. When he turned around, he only saw
One of Wu Buyong's thick legs turned like a poisonous snake, and kicked him towards Feng Jueyu with a bang...
This kick has the power of ten thousand people. The soul cultivators are weak in body, how can they support such a huge force and have the powerful technique...
Ning Shentong turned into a ball of black light and flew towards Feng Jueyu. In this situation, Feng Jueyu certainly had nothing to say. If he put the fat in his mouth and did not move, Wu Buyong's exquisite arrangement would be in vain.
He pursed his lips and shouted in his mind: "Xuan Zhong."
"Already ready, take the sword." Xuan Zhong responded quickly.
Feng Jueyu flipped his wrist lightly, and the Xuanzhong possessed sword transformed from the Great Sage King's arm bone fell into his hand. With the sword in his hand, Feng Jueyu moved like a rainbow. Without any explanation, he struck the two spirits with a split shadow sword.
Using all the magic, the sword light turned into two rays, and shot out from the throat and lower abdomen...
"Puff..."
The sound of two sharp weapons slicing through the flesh was heard as quickly as blunt blows, and two fountains of blood spurted out at the same time. The two swords had no deviation and directly killed Ning Shentong.
When Ning Shentong was dying, he never thought that a well-known peak Xuanzhao master would actually fall into such a miserable state, killing himself without even having a chance to fight Feng Jueyu. However, he knew that,
His death was entirely due to Wu Buyong's kick, and this kick completely turned Wu Buyong into a devil in everyone's hearts.
Feng Jueyu used his finger skills to draw back his sword and swiped it again, cutting off Ning Shentong's head and then stood firmly on the spot...
The rapid changes made it impossible for people to react. Until Ning Shentong died, Fatty Sun and Li Yigou were still preparing to take action. They had suffered losses at the hands of Feng Jueyu before, and now Ning Shentong
His death was like a vicious curse that completely frightened the two of them.
"How can it be?"
"Ning Shentong is a waste..."
The two of them cursed loudly, but their figures showed a tendency to retreat...
On the other side, there was no need for Feng Jueyu to take action. Wu Buyong rushed back to Ren Zhiming and Liuyan Guitong like a ferocious beast. It seemed that this fight was not about them being intercepted and pursued at all, but rather
Wu Buyong is seeking bloodthirsty happiness.
Feng Jueyu did not take action. There were too many scenes that were confusing to him in today's battle. He could not imagine that Wu Buyong's strength had increased to such a terrifying level.
But one thing was clear to Feng Jueyu. From the beginning, he had spent a month peacefully in the realm of long-cherished wishes without any danger. Until now, Wu Buyong had undergone earth-shaking changes.
.
He is no longer the hot-blooded and heroic Wu Buyong who likes to brag, but has become a meticulous murderous devil.
Of course, Wu Buyong may have killed more people in the past, but following Feng Jueyu has two completely different meanings.
What's also scary is that after Zhu Yizhi saw Wu Buyong's changes, the expression on his face didn't change at all like Han Tan, who had remained unchanged for thousands of years.
She kept smiling, always smiling knowingly, her smile was so cute and moving, but Feng Jueyu felt strange and cold.
"What happened to them?"
Feng Jueyu's brows furrowed tightly. Only then did he realize that perhaps his enemy in the Forest of Disillusionment was not the countless pursuers, but the changes in the environment here to Wu Buyong.
Wu Buyong must have changed something, but it's not obvious yet. What exactly happened?
Feng Jueyu thought anxiously, her heart turning into a mess, and at this moment, Wu Buyong suddenly flew into the sky...
After fighting hard for a full month, Wu Buyong should be exhausted. Not to mention three or four at the peak of rotation, even one would be extremely difficult to cope with.
But reality often runs counter to his imagination. Wu Buyong flew into the sky, raising his hands high, and soon, waves of surging divine power crazily rushed to the center of his hands.
Immediately afterwards, Feng Jueyu saw a scene that was enough to make people tremble...
Wu Buyong's magical power turned his hands into a mountain that was a hundred feet high. It was a real mountain. This mountain could crush Ren Zhiming and the six-eyed ghost boy to death, leaving them unable to escape.