"What the hell? Shangque was beaten so hard by that kid that he couldn't even fight back."
"Maybe it's because he broke through to the realm of Miaodu and his cultivation level has been greatly improved, but his fists are indeed extraordinary, and they seem to imply the heavenly way of fists."
"Huh, I underestimated Feng. I didn't expect him to be so powerful. Now Shangque is in big trouble."
In the inner hall of the melee, several powerful men were fighting fiercely. When their eyes swept, they suddenly discovered the terrifying one-sided strength of Feng Jueyu's side, and he was immediately shocked.
Yin Lu's squinted mouse eyes were gleaming wildly, and there was an incredible look.
Fengyu frowned, and there seemed to be a flash of confusion in his eyes, but then he saw Yin Lu in front of him and immediately turned his attention back to the latter.
The two fought again.
Their previous grudge against Feng Jueyu was nothing more than the fact that Feng Jueyu and Qiu Hanyu joined forces. Even if they were afraid, they were afraid of Feng Jueyu's talent. But now, Feng Jueyu's level is far behind them.
Of course, they must first get rid of their rivals who are comparable to them.
"Brother, it seems that Shangque can't hold on any longer. Do you want..." Yin Feng was frightened when he saw Shangque retreating frequently after being beaten. He quickly sent a message to Yuan Zhu to ask if he wanted help.
Yuan Zhuzheng, Qiu Hanyu, and Huang Jiao were inseparable from each other. I heard him sneer twice and said: "Junior brother, do you still have time to care about him? Hmph, let him fend for himself."
When Yin Feng received the message, he was stunned for a moment, and then he started laughing.
But at this time, Shangque was obviously at the end of his strength. Feng Jueyu's old fists were as fast and hard as a barrage of fire, and he was unable to fight back. In desperation, Shangque shouted: "Senior Yuanzhu, I can't do it."
Yes, save me."
For a moment, Yuan Zhuli didn't pay attention.
Shangque's heart sank: "Brother Yin, you promised me to help me get rid of him, you..."
Yin Feng raised his eyebrows disdainfully and said: "Shangque, it's not that I won't help you, I can't get away either. That kid just broke through far behind you. If you hold on for a while, he won't have the strength."
"Yin Feng, Yuan Zhu, you two bastards are trying to burn bridges by crossing the river." Shangque was not a fool. Naturally, he could tell that Brother Tiansha had given up on him, and he became furious.
With his arms tightly guarding his face, Shangque cursed loudly: "I knew you couldn't be trusted, but I didn't expect you to be so despicable. I..."
Before he could finish his scolding, Yuan Zhu stepped back, glanced at him and said: "Huh, if you call us despicable, you won't be much better. You will eat the consequences of what you sow. No one can help you...
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"Haha..." Feng Jueyu laughed wildly after hearing this, and said to Shangque: "Shangque, did you hear that? Everyone betrayed relatives and friends, and allies betrayed their trust. This is your fate. No one can save you now, so you should just accept it obediently.
Die."
"Feng Jueyu, don't even think about it."
Shangque was furious after losing his ally. He suddenly raised his energy and jumped up. His speed suddenly surged and he escaped from Feng Jueyu's fist lock.
Feng Jueyu was startled at first, and then felt that Shangque's aura was rising continuously. Shangque's body in the sky was surrounded by two sources of green and gray - the wood attribute and the Yin source. The two sources were entangled with each other, and they were frequently going up.
Que's momentum reached its peak...
Break through, explode, break through again, explode again...
Not long after, Shangque's eyes became bloodshot, veins popped out in the muscles of his body, and an invisible air wave like ripples of mania from deep within spread out crazily.
"Sacrifice?"
The changes in Shangque aroused the side glances of all the powerful men. They all looked at him in unison, and in an instant they showed knowing smiles and turned their eyes to Feng Jueyu. The previous shock and doubts all disappeared.
"Haha, Shangque was forced into desperation, and finally sacrificed his divine power. It should be enough for Feng to drink a pot."
"The two of them should be about the same strength now. Unless the one named Feng also sacrifices his divine power, he shouldn't be Shangque's opponent."
"Haha, two juniors who don't know what is called, even if they join forces, they will not be in my magic eyes. Let them fight."
"..."
The sound of ridicule came, and Feng Jueyu also realized the changes in Shangque, but he was not worried about it. Instead, it aroused his anger.
"Sacrifice? It's a good sacrifice. I haven't had enough of it yet. Go to the palace and come again."
After laughing wildly for several times, Feng Jueyu's momentum increased a lot again. Seven-color light shone all over his body, and the holy armor was instantly filled with seven layers. However, his momentum still did not stop. The terrifying original divine power continued to pour out, covering his entire body.
After a few short breaths, Feng Jueyu's holy armor suddenly shrank into one layer.
There is only one layer, and the seven-color tangible and insubstantial protective armor flashes with a half-purple but not black light, which is plated on the outermost layer of the armor.
"God Armor!"
Shangque, who had sacrificed his divine power, thought that the power was finally balanced. Unfortunately, he did not expect that Feng Jueyu would transform the holy armor into a divine armor at this time. The half-purple but not black light on the divine armor was none other than Taixu.
Light……
The light of Taixu connects heaven and earth, so it is as famous as heaven and earth. Of course, this world is the lower world, and its power is also a treasure passed down from heaven.
It's just that the power of the light of Taixu on the divine armor cannot be compared with that of the Heavenly Treasure. It only contains a part of the power of Taixu, but this is enough.
There are at most seven layers of divine armor, but one layer of divine armor is far stronger than seven layers of holy armor.
Protected by divine armor, Feng Jueyu was full of arrogance, and he approached like a shadow and lightning.
"Damn it, I'll fight you."
Shangque gritted his teeth angrily and threw out with all his strength...
High up in the inner hall, Feng Jueyu and Shangque's speeds were extremely fast. Both of them used all their divine power to kill each other. Their strength and cultivation were almost the same.
It has to be said that Shangque's strength has indeed improved a lot after he sacrificed his divine power. He can actually compete with Feng Jueyu's techniques with his fists and kicks. Feng Jueyu was also shocked. Of course, he knew better that he had sacrificed his divine power.
It's like overdrafting his life essence, and he can't hold on for long at all. It can be said that he only needs to be careful to defend himself now and prevent Shangque from causing serious damage to himself. In less than half an hour, Shangque himself will die from exhaustion.
However, Feng Jueyu didn't intend to do this. He hated Shangque to the core of his heart. If he just let Shangque struggle to his death and finally die of exhaustion and overdraft, wouldn't he be taking advantage of this bastard?
If you want to fight, you have to fight someone who doesn’t even know his mother.
I don't care if you offer sacrifices or not, even if you invite the gods now, they will still bring you back to the upper realm.
"Reverse Zi Jue, Qi Chong Jue..."
The furious Feng Jueyu completely went berserk. He blasted out his old fists one after another. Dou Da's fists were everywhere in the sky and on the ground. With divine armor added to his body and seven nights of body protection, Feng Jueyu didn't have to worry about the opponent's offensive, even if it hit him like raindrops.
Come on, you have to break through the divine armor first, and then Qiye. However, the defense of the divine armor is already extremely strong, and Qiye is even more powerful. Feng Jueyu took Que's offensive forcefully, and didn't defend at all. I punched him.
If you get hit, I will punch you back. It’s a fight to see who can survive to the end.
In the blink of an eye, hundreds of moves were fired again, and the two of them exchanged fists and palms to hit each other until their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen. However, Feng Jueyu did not even frown. He had been practicing for many years and was the master of Hong Yuan's No. 1 Xuan Kung.
Retreat? I can't afford to lose that person...
"kill……"
Feng Jueyu, who received Shang Que's palm, thrust out his old fist at the same time and hit the opponent's heart directly, causing Shang Que to spit out yellow water...
Shangque was extremely angry, raised his hand to grab a handful of pills, put it in his mouth, and chewed it. Feng Jueyu didn't even look at it, he stepped forward angrily, and kept hitting with his old fists.
The two fought faster and faster, and the injuries on their bodies became more and more numerous, but in general, some of the internal injuries suffered by Feng Jueyu were caused by Shangque's excessive palm strength, which penetrated the divine armor and Qiye's defense.
Shangque was different. His mortal body and holy armor had long been torn to pieces by the Jue Fist. If he hadn't sacrificed his divine power and his body's physical defense had greatly increased, he wouldn't have been able to survive now. Even so, Shangque was still crushed and couldn't be lifted.
Get started.
"Impossible, impossible. I obviously sacrificed my divine power, so why am I not your match?" Shangque stared at Feng Jueyu with bloodshot eyes, wishing to eat him alive.
Feng Jueyu smiled slightly and said: "I said, you are not worthy to be my opponent now. Even if you sacrifice your divine power, you will definitely die."
Of course Feng Jueyu would not explain it to Shangque. In fact, this was easy to understand. He had seen it early on. Shangque had more than two origins. Although there were two origins, the skills that Shangque practiced must be
He controls two of the four meridians, that is to say, at most the acupoints he opens are half of his own. In this way, even if the strength of the divine power of sacrifice is improved, the original accumulation in the acupoints is there, and the cultivation of the two is
They are of the same level. It can be said that Shangque can compete with him on a par, which is pretty good.
Feng Jueyu knew it in his heart, but he never mentioned it. Shangque saw that he could not disobey what was going on. He was extremely angry. Suddenly, he swayed and jumped out of the circle. He slapped his palm on his waist and an iron scroll of an alchemy book appeared in his palm.
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This iron scroll of the alchemy book shines with extraordinary splendor. It emits thousands of rays of light at the same time, all of which are half purple but not black. The powerful people dare not look directly at it.
"The power of Taixu is a treasure passed down from heaven."
The brilliant light flashed, and all the powerful men were incredulous and panicked. The Heavenly Treasure was divided into three grades. However, even the weakest third grade Heavenly Treasure was not something they, the monks with only the Miaodu Realm, could resist.
And to control most of the Heavenly Treasures, one must possess the Heaven-bearing Realm cultivation level, otherwise it would be like committing suicide.
"retreat."
Yin Lu screamed in horror and retreated frantically until he reached the entrance of the hall, still trembling with fear. Several powerful men also withdrew, even ignoring the treasures on the ground.
"Treasure passed down from heaven?" Feng Jueyu shivered inexplicably, not because of fear, but because he couldn't help but feel uneasy due to the pressure exerted by the iron scroll of the alchemy book.
"Feng Jueyu, I know that I will die, but you can't even think about it. This Wind and Thunder Scroll is a secret treasure passed down by our sect. It contains the power of wind and thunder from our ancestors. Let's die together."
Shangque laughed loudly and looked almost crazy. Feng Jueyu was shocked when he saw this. The treasure passed down from heaven was not something he could withstand. In panic, he saw endless origins pouring out of the iron scroll of the alchemy book.
The thunderbolts were more than ten times thicker than the iron barrels, and they all hit him.
Bursts of thunder, mixed with Shangque's crazy laughter, instantly submerged Feng Jueyu under the wind and thunder...