In full view of everyone, the long sword in the hands of the young man in blue shattered with a sound, but what was puzzling was that Feng Jueyu never moved from beginning to end, not even showing any signs of shaking.
Such a strange scene immediately stunned the young man in blue...
The long sword shattered into nine pieces of iron and flew out. One of them scratched the right side of his face. The young man in blue shirt still remained in a dazed state without knowing it.
After a while, the pain on his face reached the nerve endings, and the young man in blue suddenly realized that he had been hurt.
As the son of the governor of a large border town, the young man in blue shirt has never suffered such humiliation since he was a child. Although his strength is average, he is still second to none among his peers, and because of his father, who is far away in Wu
The young man in blue shirt has always been the ancestor of the ancestral clan.
But today, a boy appeared out of nowhere and dared to break his own weapon.
The young man in the blue shirt suddenly became furious. He covered his face and blood kept flowing out from his fingers. The young man in the blue shirt said angrily: "You dare to hurt me? I think you are impatient. Come here, give it."
I'll catch him."
The young man in blue shirt gave an order, and at least thirty tough-looking soldiers stood out on both sides of the street. One by one, they drew their long swords and iron halberds, surrounding Feng Jueyu.
Seeing the large number of people on his side, the young man in blue shirt was extremely proud and said arrogantly: "You bastard, you will never leave alive today. I will take you back and torture you. I will cut off your flesh one by one.
Do you know what this is called? This is called Lingchi execution."
As he spoke, he pointed at Feng Jueyu and ordered: "Bring him and Wu Buyong's direct descendants back to me. Anyone who dares to resist will be executed in the street."
"A direct descendant of Wu Buyong?"
Feng Jueyu originally didn't want to cause trouble, and the strength of the young man in blue shirt was not in his eyes. But after giving the order, this guy actually said the words "direct descendants of Wu Buyong", and Feng Jueyu subconsciously turned to the young man in green shirt.
Take a look.
"A direct descendant of Wu Buyong? Do you recognize Wu Buyong?" Feng Jueyu ignored the screams of the young man in blue and asked the young man in green with a stern look.
The young man in green shirt never spoke. When Feng Jueyu asked, he immediately realized how extraordinary this man was. Although he was surrounded on the street, the young man in green shirt did not show any fear and immediately replied: "Senior, Wu Buyong is
My great-uncle, Grand Master."
"Uncle Taishang? This generation is quite old." Feng Jueyu smiled in surprise.
When the young man in blue shirt saw the two chatting in the street, he gritted his teeth angrily. He still hadn't realized how terrifying a person who dared to call Wu Buyong by name was.
"What are you doing standing still? Why don't you take them down for me?"
As soon as the blue-shirted young man finished speaking, Feng Jueyu turned his head violently. The moment he turned his head slightly, an invisible wave of air suddenly spread out centered around his body.
Feng Jueyu still used a little bit of divine power, even though it was not divine power at all, but a kind of fluctuation in momentum.
But just like this slight pressure, a tragic cry came out.
Bang bang bang bang...
Dang Dang Dang...
More than thirty soldiers all flew out upside down, each one spraying a mouthful of blood into the sky. The weapons in their hands also suffered the same fate as the long sword in the hands of the young man in blue. They were all turned into pieces.
, scattered on the ground.
From beginning to end, Feng Jueyu remained motionless.
The atmosphere on the street suddenly became extremely depressing. Although Feng Jueyu did not kill anyone and cared about Wu Buyong's face, such a strange change made everyone fall into petrification.
The young man in blue shirt didn't understand what was happening at all, but he knew that he had encountered a rather terrifying strong man.
He immediately recalled that his father once told him that on the high mountain of Wu Zong, there were many masters who could wipe people out of existence with just a thought without using any hands.
The young man in blue shirt has been working hard for this goal, so he is the hardest working among his peers. Unfortunately, he has never had the opportunity to see the kind of master who can change the color of the world in a blink of an eye.
He would never have imagined that he would meet such a person today.
Finally, the young man in blue shirt knew that he was in trouble, and it was big trouble.
The person in front of me is obviously the kind of person his father mentioned.
Thinking of this, the young man in blue shirt shivered smartly, his lips turned bloodless as he stood there, and he obediently stopped talking.
Feng Jueyu was too lazy to look down on others like this. He looked at the young man in green shirt and asked in a deep voice: "You are all from the Wu clan, and your surname is also Wu. Why are you trying to fight each other?"
The young man in green shirt sighed and said: "To be honest, senior, my great-uncle, my great-uncle, has been in trouble. Some people framed him as being a disciple of the Wu Sect. We have always been in the same lineage as my great-uncle, so we have been implicated."
"What happened to Wu Zong's traitor?" Feng Jueyu became more and more confused the more he listened, Wu Buyong had only left Wu Zong for a few months, how could he become a traitor?
"You said..." Seeing that the young man in green shirt was hesitant to speak, Feng Jueyu turned to look at the young man in blue shirt who was frightened by them.
No matter how stupid the young man in blue shirt was, he understood that he was in trouble. He immediately shrank his neck in fear and replied tremblingly: "I...I..."
"Let me tell you." The green-shirted young man put away the long sword in his hand, put it behind his back, and said: "Senior Qi, I am Wu Hao, my great-grandnephew. My father, Wu Xiucheng, was originally a grandson.
A border town general, the boy's ancestor is my wife's uncle's cousin, Wu Mingming."
Speaking of this, he glanced at the young man in blue shirt and said eloquently: "Senior, our ancestor Wu Buyong was ordered to hunt down the thieves who stole Wu Zong's secret treasure half a year ago, and led more than a thousand Wu Zong disciples to Sanming.
Bridge. Unexpectedly, I haven't returned for several months. The seniors must have heard about the big event that happened half a year ago. At that time, the caves of many masters in the southern border were also stolen. That day, the heroes gathered at the bottom of the Sanming Abyss to track down the real culprit. However,
Since that time, my uncle has never come back."
"A few months ago, Haoyu Tianmen's first-grade golden light envoy suddenly returned and brought a bad news. He said that the person who went to the bottom of Sanming Abyss that day to pursue the real culprit was killed by his wife's uncle and a Yunjian Tianmen named Feng Jueyu.
The elders of the sect were betrayed and all of them died under the Sanming Bridge. From then on, my great-uncle, my great-uncle, was stigmatized as a traitor. Speaking of this past incident, I really have no shame to mention it again, but I believe that my great-uncle, my great-uncle, was definitely not that kind of person.
A person who betrays the sect."
As he spoke, he looked at the young man in blue shirt with hatred and gritted his teeth: "Wu Ze, I have told you many times that my uncle has never come back and has never seen his father. How are you going to believe it?"
Wu Hao talked for more than half an hour, his words were sad and his tone was low, as if he was holding back endless grievances.
And when Wu Hao finished speaking, Feng Jueyu understood what had happened, and his two sword eyebrows stood up.
"Haoyu Tianmen Golden Light Envoy? Isn't it Ouyang Chenhang you're talking about? You're such an old man. It's obviously you who stole Fu's mind, but you turned around and framed Brother Wu and me? You're really shameless."
Thinking angrily, Feng Jueyu's face became colder and colder.
A few months ago, everyone in the palace of King Qin Guang under the Sanming Bridge had the same hatred. In the end, Ouyang Chenhang had a different intention after seeing Bao, and he harmed countless masters. Unexpectedly, he actually put a shit basin on his and Wu Buyong's heads.
Come on, this old immortal has really begun to confuse right and wrong.
But Feng Jueyu thought about it, and was a little confused. The Wu sect was full of talents. How could an outsider like Ouyang Chenhang make them believe that Wu Buyong and himself were the ones who judged the disciples? The people of the Wu sect were not drunkards, so they wouldn't.
Just say it and you’ll believe it, right?
Could it be...
Feng Jueyu's heart sank suddenly, and he remembered what Qiu Yinshu said before he died: Only those who have obtained the method of subduing the mind can leave the underworld safely with the help of the Ghost Face Ancestor Statue, while others will lose their minds. Could it be him?
Has what he said come true?
Even if it comes true, relying on Ouyang Chenhang's words, will the inner sect of Wu Zong believe it to be true?
Thinking of this, Feng Jueyu immediately asked: "It's a joke, it's pure nonsense. Ouyang Chenhang said that Brother Wu is a judge, so Brother Wu is a judge? Are the people in Wu Zong all fools?"
Feng Jueyu was also very angry and scolded him in front of his face without even trying to hide it.
The big border town where he is located is the territory of Wu Zong, that is, the territory of Wu State. Who dares to directly scold those old monsters of Wu Zong.
Hearing Feng Jueyu's angry curse, everyone sighed, and the young man in blue shirt named Wu Ze, as well as Wu Hao, were frightened and gasped.
Although he was shocked by Feng Jueyu's arrogance, Wu Ze did not dare to speak out. It could be seen that Feng Jueyu was already angry. Based on the cultivation he had shown before, Wu Ze knew that this man's strength was definitely second to none.
Yes, and he is not a fool. Feng Jueyu just kept claiming that Wu Buyong is "Brother Wu". How can it be simple for a guy who can call Wu Buyong a brother?
Wu Ze was not stupid, and he did not want to die, so even if Feng Jueyu angrily insulted Wu Zong in public, he did not dare to say anything.
As for Wu Hao, he looked happy. He was also very smart. From Feng Jueyu's words, he not only heard that Feng Jueyu and Wu Buyong were acquaintances, but also that this person was supporting him.
For several months, everyone has identified Wu Buyong as the murderer who killed all the masters in the southern border. Only the person in front of him stood on Wu Buyong's side.
Wu Hao hurriedly said: "Senior, this matter is not a one-sided statement of Senior Ouyang Chenhang, but the wife's uncle's senior brother, Wu Bucai personally testified, so..."
"Wu Bucai?"
Feng Jueyu's pupils narrowed sharply when he heard this, thinking, Wu Bucai, hasn't Wu Bucai been turned into a puppet by Qiu Yinshu? Why did he go to testify for Ouyang Chenhang?
PS: The sixth update was completed at the same time. I wrote all afternoon and all night and all day and night. My hands are really slow and it hurts.