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Chapter 2175 Killing God's Strength

 After waiting in the main room of Jingzhai Courtyard for a short while, Mo Li came back with his people. Four maids served Feng Jueyu, took him to the guest house in the east chamber, and arranged a room for him to rest and practice. Then Mo Li

Licai took the people away.

At nightfall, Feng Jueyu closed the door of his room, with a calm demeanor. Until late at night, he used his spiritual consciousness to monitor the movements in the Jingzhai courtyard. After making sure that no one was watching him, he opened the Hong Yuan Tiandao Pearl and got in.

It was more than a hundred years since he had stepped into Tiandaozhu. As soon as he entered, the three brothers Xiao Xianshui, Wan Xiaohong, and the Yun clan all surrounded him. Even the Hundred-Change Netherworld Dragon Qiye flew out from the depths of the distant mountains.

The huge dragon body rolled around his head, and then transformed into a small dragon wrapped around Feng Jueyu's shoulders.

"You also know that you are back. How many years have you been away? It's almost two hundred years." Xiao Xianshui said angrily.

Feng Jueyu was slightly startled and said with an angry smile: "When you usually come back, you see me ignoring me. Why do you think of me now? What, you miss me?"

Xiao Xianshui stamped her foot angrily: "Who misses you? I'm afraid you'll die outside and no one can get out."

Wan Xiaohong chuckled, letting Xiao Xianshui get a little sulky and then stopped and said: "Okay, Mr. Feng must have something to do outside. What kind of trouble will you cause?"

Feng Jueyu looked at Wan Xiaohong's slightly guilty expression and sighed: "Senior Wan, I'm so sorry. I have been so focused on practicing in the Shangjiu Sect Formation these years that I don't have time to find a meat house for you. Let me help you."

Senior Wan, I'm really sorry for waiting for so long."

Wan Xiaohong shook her head and said: "Young Master Feng, you're welcome. I have been dead for so many years and have long been used to it. Although I have the desire to be reborn, I am not in a hurry. I admire you very much for your willingness to go into danger frequently for the sake of the four ladies.

Business is more important."

Feng Jueyu was very moved. Wan Xiaohong's temperament was really good. He nodded and said: "Thank you for your understanding, senior. When I finish the work here, I will find a suitable meat house for senior as soon as possible."

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"No rush, no rush, really no rush." ​​Wan Xiaohong smiled kindly. In these years in Tiandaozhu, Wan Xiaohong has always played the role of a loving mother. Although she doesn't have much communication with Feng Jueyu, every time she sees him

When Wan Xiaohong is with her, Feng Jueyu can feel the warmth of home.

Moreover, Wan Xiaohong's favorite thing is to play with flowers and plants. Tiandaozhu has a vast territory, and several areas have been reclaimed by Wan Xiaohong as medicinal fields. In the past, the ginseng, Ganoderma lucidum, etc. that Feng Jueyu threw in Tiandaozhu all grew.

Very good.

Feng Jueyu walked into the Golden Sky Tower with a smile.

When I reached the first floor, I suddenly felt waves of surging and dark sword energy coming in like a tide.

As soon as his front feet settled, he felt wind blowing behind his head, and in the dark and unclear Liuguang Hall, a black stream of light hit the back of his head.

Feng Jueyu only felt that his whole body's energy was locked by the black light, and he was sweating profusely. He was not surprised, nor was he afraid. Instead, he gathered his energy with a solemn expression and suddenly entered the state of Wuxin.

"open!"

Turning around, thinking, taking out the sword, and drawing out the sword, Feng Jueyu moved the Sky Slash, forcefully blocking the flowing light behind him, but before the sword could be taken back, the black flowing light shrank back tightly and then turned around again.

The thrust came even faster than before.

Feng Jueyu didn't say a word, and retreated wildly. The surging sword energy formed a sharp sword aura driven by Zhenwu Sheng's body. The weight of the sky drop weighed more than ten million kilograms. However, after two hundred years, he has now

It was different from before, there was no panic in his eyes, and with a flick of his wrist, he struck out five swords like he was playing with a light and agile mahogany sword.

"Whoa!"

For a moment, the sword energy soared into the sky. Although there was not much sword energy, each sword energy was powerful enough to tear the heavens and the earth apart. When entangled with the black stream of light, they were evenly matched.

Just at this moment, the black stream of light retracted violently, and Feng Jueyu's sword was as powerful as a dragon, gone forever. Five swords were followed by dozens of swords, but they were all shot down into the air.

He drew his sword and stood still. When his consciousness swept away, there was no one around him.

The dead silence of Liuguang Palace seemed to be filled with a mysterious and gloomy energy. Feng Jueyu did not move and quickly closed his eyes tightly. When he opened them, he saw the third eye in his forehead and heart.

Suddenly, Feng Jueyu saw an extremely sinister cold knife being handed over to his side.

"You've been discovered by me, come out." Feng Jueyu shouted loudly, and with a move, the evil spirit filled the sky with sword energy.

The explosive and frantic evil energy used the fourth level of the Great Evil Curse, and when the sword was released, it looked like four or five black dragons meandering around.

Unfortunately, at this moment, another cold knife was quietly placed on his neck, Feng Jueyu was shocked.

How could anyone in the Liuguang Palace attack him? It must be the Killing God who hasn't seen me for two hundred years and wants to test his background. Assassination is his special skill. His sudden attack is not suspected of being a trick. It just makes Feng Jueyu feel that

Surprisingly, this guy is too scary.

I thought that after he was reborn in the physical body, his strength had steadily stopped at the Chengdao realm. Even though we had not seen each other for two hundred years, I thought that it would not be too easy from the early to the middle stage of Chengdao.

Now that I have the same level of cultivation as the God of Killing back then, according to common sense, even if I can't defeat the top killer who was so popular thousands of years ago, I won't be too embarrassed no matter what.

Who would have thought that after just three moves, he would be a little overwhelmed.

The killing god's sword came too fast, without any warning, and the angle was unusually tricky. More importantly, Feng Jueyu had been using his spiritual consciousness to lock the killing god's energy, but after three moves, he unexpectedly

You can't tell where the opponent's Qi is.

When the third move came, Feng Jueyu was covered in cold sweat. Fortunately, he had a lot of experience in martial arts. When the sword light hit him, he squatted down fiercely, held the Sky Falling Sword upside down and swept it across with a stunning move.

Everywhere there is life, rolling thorns come out.

An unexpected question came from the depths of the space between the sword energy sweeps: "Huh?"

Then the sword light suddenly disappeared and pressed down from above the head.

"open."

Feng Jueyu had already used all his attention, and inadvertently, he released the second soul. It was because of this that he discovered the knife on his head.

"boom!"

The collision of swords finally made a loud noise. Feng Jueyu felt that the overwhelming pressure above his head was more terrifying than the nine thousand kilograms of gravity field. One knee was pressed to the ground, and ripples seemed to bloom above his head, with energy aftermath waves waving out.

Empty and scattered.

The man in the sky only leaked a little bit of energy, and after a moment, he disappeared without a trace again.

"Come again."

Feng Jueyu doesn't believe in evil. He needs to know that his current cultivation level is on par with that of the two-hundred-year-old God of Death, so he can't admit defeat so easily.

However, the sword energy did not come back, and it seemed to blend into the empty space, like the calm before the storm.

Feng Jueyu didn't dare to relax at all. The method of killing the god was unparalleled in the world. How could Feng Jueyu dare to be careless when fighting against such a person.

He subconsciously put away the True Martial Saint's body and restrained all his divine power within his body. Like the God of Death, no energy was left at all.

But not long after, three black lights came unexpectedly from three directions: left, center and right. Feng Jueyu stood up and retreated, but the force of the sword was unrelenting and turned a corner to kill at the same time.

"The evil is mighty!"

Feng Jueyu gritted his teeth and quickly danced with the Skyfall Sword. He fired dozens of swords in a row and blocked the three swords. Suddenly three more swords came from behind him and he continued to attack with all his strength.

At this time, Feng Jueyu had already discovered that in front of the God of Death, he had no ability to fight back, and even resisting was very difficult. This situation was not even possible against Fan Wu Dou.

"The God of Killing is indeed the God of Killing, so awesome."

Feng Jueyu could only feel that the divine power of his physical strength was pouring out like a flood that had opened a gate. Even though the God of Death was famous for his speed, his sword power also possessed domineering power that was not inferior to his speed. Every time Feng Jueyu took a blow,

You can feel the tiger's mouth numb with each strike, and you have to concentrate on dealing with the strange and tricky moves that may appear at any time.

One move after another, one move after another, Feng Jueyu passed fifty moves with the God of Death.

On the fifty-first move, the killing god's blade stopped at Feng Jueyu's waist, and Feng Jueyu did not dare to move.

A cold voice came into the ear drum and said: "You lose."

"well."

Feng Jueyu was shocked and helpless. He drooped his arms feebly, threw the Sky Falling Sword to the ground, and said shamelessly: "I lost, you are too stupid, I am in the Shangjiu Gate Formation.

I have been practicing for a full two hundred and ten years, but I didn’t expect that I am still no match for you. Tell me honestly, what level of cultivation do you have now?"

In the dim Liuguang Palace, a narrow-edged Tang knife that looked ordinary and ordinary hung on Feng Jueyu's waist. There was a black shadow on the handle, but no one could be seen.

Feng Jueyu was extremely shocked.

If no one was holding the sword at this time, he would have been defeated so miserably that he wouldn't even believe it if he were killed.

But where is the God of Death and why can’t I see it?

At this moment, a pale and withered hand appeared on the handle of the knife, and then the true form of the God of Death appeared one after another.

Just stand next to him.

"Damn, you are such a monster, how did you do that?"

Feng Jueyu's eyes widened and he said in disbelief.

The God of Death had no expression on his face, put away the Tang Dao, held it in his hand and said: "Invisibility."

"Isn't that a high-level spiritual technique? It's not very clever. A single invisibility breaking technique can make you disappear? Who are you fooling?" Feng Jueyu's teeth itched with hatred.

I think that the magical invisibility technique that was being spread back then was simply a blinding technique. Feng Jueyu also learned it for a while, and it was very useful against the weak. However, under the consciousness of the strong, the invisibility technique was really useless.

Enter the room.

But the God of Death now tells him that he is using the invisibility technique. Can Feng Jueyu believe it?

Believe it or not, you are a ghost.

Feng Jueyu couldn't believe it. He originally planned to ask the God of Death to reveal the secret, but in the end he only got two words in exchange.

"So weak."

The God of Death curled his lips, said nothing, and went upstairs with the Tang Dao.

"You big talker, stop here." Feng Jueyu quickly stood up and chased after him.

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