Feng Jueyu did not rush to take action, but turned around to look at the contest between Fan Wudou and Yan Chuyang.??
These two strong men have already fought against each other.
Fan Wudou's self-created Dairishen Boxing, which is a fusion of hundreds of boxing techniques, inherited the life-long learning of his master Fei Shenquan. He carried it forward and created another set of boxing techniques that can be used at will.
Feng Jueyu knows Fan Wudou very well. He has always disliked using magic weapons. He relies on his pair of iron fists that are impervious to fire and water and are indestructible. Their fists are so powerful that they can break mountains and shake seas. They are infinitely powerful and can be combined with real martial arts.
The holy body's magical power and physical training, combined with the physical body training method that he has practiced for hundreds of years, can be said to be almost unparalleled in the world when it comes to fists.
Yan Chuyang on the opposite side used two magic weapons, a black soul hook with a ring rope, and a sharp dagger with a short and thin blade about a foot long. I don't know what it is, but judging from the blue aura flashing from time to time on the dagger,
The dagger must have been quenched to be highly poisonous, perhaps it was made from the poisonous spiritual mineral chalcedony.
Feng Jueyu remembered reading an ancient book, which detailedly recorded that some sects were good at refining poison weapons. They put together poisonous spiritual materials, worked out the formula, and then prepared chalcedony and ore, and burned them together.
Refined, polished, and quenched into steel, the poisonous weapon mixed with toxins is not only as sharp as a magical weapon, but also highly poisonous.
Poisons in the world are also their origin, and there are many categories. The less toxic ones may not be able to hurt people, but the poisonous ones are so severe that sometimes even the powerful ones in the Qiankun realm will run away after hearing the news and dare not touch them.
Yan Chuyang Chengdao's later cultivation, the poison weapons he used were not that bad, and Fan Wudou fought with the poison weapons with a pair of bare fists, so he didn't take any advantage.
But Feng Jueyu was a little frightened. The old man Fan Wudou dared to march straight into the opponent's two weapons without flinching at all.
When Feng Jueyu rushed over, he happened to see Yan Chuyang insidiously driving the ring soul hook to surround Fan Wudou and prepare to entangle him. The poisonous dagger stabbed his armpit from below. Fan Wudou was facing away from him.
It is very difficult to deal with this angle and the Ring Soul Hook. There are two solutions.
First, reach out and grab the dagger behind your back. This angle is just enough and it is very easy. However, the dagger is poisonous. If the skin of your palm is pierced, it will definitely not be easy. The poison enters the body and Daluo Jinxian will be helpless.
So we can only choose the second option, which is to escape.
With Fan Wudou's skill, Feng Jueyu didn't believe that he couldn't escape the stabbing blow, he could just pull back and get out of the way of the attack.
But this old man was born with an arrogant temper. Feng Jueyu had practiced boxing with him for hundreds of years, and he had never seen him show fear in a fight. Even that time he lowered his strength and was suppressed by Feng Jueyu in reverse, hitting him in the chest with a punch.
Even though there was a possibility of escaping, he didn't run away. Instead, he stood up and received a punch in the chest, which still hurt for a while.
It was the same today. When he saw the poisonous dagger spirit snake coming out of its hole and attacking insidiously, Fan Wudou didn't even blink his eyebrows. He backhanded his left hand and grabbed the edge of the poisonous dagger with a snap.
Feng Jueyu's heart twitched, thinking that it was poisonous, and he was not afraid of death.
As a result, he realized that he had been worrying too much. When Fan Wudou grabbed the poison dagger, he made a series of sounds of iron and stone rubbing together. It seemed that the edge of the poison dagger did not cut his palm at all, but instead seemed to be walking on the whetstone.
Once, there was a stinging sound that brought up a cloud of sparks.
Feng Jueyu knew that there were a total of fifteen levels of the Zhenwu Saint Body. Currently, Fan Wudou had reached the thirteenth level. At the thirteenth level, copper skin and iron bones could no longer describe the domineering power of the Zhenwu Saint Body. It was truly genuine.
The body is not destroyed.
Unless he possesses the Heavenly Treasure with the power of Taixu, ordinary mortal weapons cannot hurt him at all.
"A sneaky person who dares to be as arrogant as me, a man named Yan, you are still far behind."
Fan Wudou grabbed the poison dagger and threw it up with one arm. Yan Chuyang didn't expect that Fan Wudou was so strong and dared to catch his own poison dagger. Maybe it was because he had been fighting for a long time, or even more likely he was caught by the poison dagger.
Frightened by Fan Wudou's cultivation, there were faint beads of sweat rolling down Yan Chuyang's forehead, falling on the fleshless face over there, making it even more enchanting.
Fan Wudou's big, plier-like hands grabbed the poisonous dagger and swung it up fiercely. At this time, Yan Chuyang faced two ways out. One was to let go and leave the magic weapon behind, and he retreated; the other was to hold on tightly and not let go.
Throw out five buckets of rice.
Of course, Fan Wudou is not just throwing random moves. Even experts at the same level may not be able to stop his swing. If he punches you in the middle, it is conceivable that Yan Chuyang's small body can block three punches.
Five punches.
Knowing how powerful Fan Wudou was, Yan Chuyang gritted his teeth and let go. At this time, Fan Wudou grabbed the poison dagger, a magical weapon, and sneered with the flesh on his cheeks pulsing. He held the poison dagger tightly with both hands, looking contemptuous.
He broke it with force, and with a snap, the tough Ji Ling Bao magic weapon was easily broken in half by him.
Both the magic weapon and its owner will recognize their owner. Once the magic weapon is destroyed, the owner will also suffer a certain degree of harm.
Yan Chuyang spat out a mouthful of blood, his face was as pale as a sheet of paper, and he was not reluctant to eat five buckets of rice. He said with great contempt: "That's why I never use magic weapons. Now I know the disadvantages of using magic weapons."
When Feng Jueyu saw it, he immediately felt a chill. He had never heard that the reason for not using a magic weapon was people. He was afraid that someone would destroy the magic weapon and suffer internal injuries. The internal injuries were not serious.
But Yan Chuanyang did not dare to say anything. He gritted his teeth and looked at Lou Chonghuang. Knowing that the situation was over, he stepped back and said: "Five buckets of rice, you have the guts. Yan lost today, but you also
Don't be proud, do you think Mr. Yan accepted Lou Chonghuang's invitation for his own sake? Huh, Yan will truthfully report to the Lord Hou what happened today. As for how he will deal with you, that's beyond Yan's control. Farewell.
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After Yan Chuanyang finished speaking, he turned into a miniature and disappeared without a trace.
Fan Wudou and Feng Jueyu were stunned for a moment by what he said. Their eyes overlapped and they got together: "What did he mean?" Fan Wudou asked.
Feng Jueyu frowned: "It seems that the person who intervened in this matter was not Yan Chuyang, but the Yinshan Ghost Marquis you mentioned. Who is this Marquis? Can he cultivate such a master? Could it be that he
Are you also interested in something from the Lou family? Or have you reached an agreement with Lou Chonghuang?"
Fan Wudou thought for a while and felt agitated for no reason: "I can't figure it out, no matter what, I don't care about him anyway." He said, nudged Feng Jueyu with his elbow, and turned his eyes to Lingfu.
On the other side of the main hall, he said: "Hey, boy, today's matter is finally settled. Lou Chonghuang cannot make too much trouble. When do you plan to rescue Lou Chongxian?"
Feng Jueyu did not answer directly. He looked at Fan Wudou's palm and saw that there was a white knife mark there, but the skin was not broken. Feng Jueyu asked: "Are you okay? The dagger is poisonous. How dare you go directly?"
Grasp?"
Fan Wudou laughed loudly: "Boy, you know nothing. If you can't hold his seven inches, grandpa, am I still Fan Wudou?"
Feng Jueyu rolled his eyes and returned to the topic. He looked at the door of the Ling Mansion Hall from a distance and shouted loudly: "Emperor Lou Zhong, Wang Tianlu is dead, Yan Chuyang has retreated, you have lost the momentum, if you don't hold back, we will capture you.
Don’t blame Feng for being rude."
He didn't take action in time. After all, he didn't really want to be the thug hired by Lou Chongxian. It would be great if he could make Lou Chonghuang abandon his weapons and surrender without losing any blood.
Lou Zhongxian was in unspeakable pain, and suddenly he looked overjoyed when he heard this voice. However, this person also had extremely cruel intentions, and immediately said: "Master Feng, help our sect get rid of this person. We can satisfy any request you have."
"Do you want him to die?" Feng Jueyu's eyes grew colder.
No matter how big the trouble is, Feng Jueyu thinks that they are still a family. If you don't look at the monk's face or the Buddha's face, even if you don't care about family ties, you still have to take care of your deceased ancestors. Anyway, he would never do it if it were him.
There are ways to deal with people who can easily kill Lou Zhonghuang, right?
But Lou Zhongxian only wanted to kill Lou Zhonghuang, which is a bit despicable.
Lou Zhonghuang knew that the situation was over, so he actually aroused the aura of looking forward to death. He kept moving and laughing loudly: "Haha, you surnamed Feng, did you hear that, in today's Lou family, there is him, Lou Chongxian, but I, Lou Chonghuang, are not here?"
, and vice versa, if you want to interfere, just kill me, otherwise, Lou Chongxian will not be able to live."
The three Chengdao realm masters saw Fan Wudou defeat Yan Chuyang with their own eyes, and when they heard what Lou Zhonghuang said, they immediately backed down and were not so ruthless towards the Lingfu disciples. It seemed a bit
It means that the two do not help each other.
Feng Jueyu frowned, glanced sideways at Fan Wudou, and said, "Oh, there's no other way. Let's help him take down the person first. We don't want to be the executioners."
Fan Wudou said okay and roared: "Hey, lie down."
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man rushed over with a whoosh, and without any explanation, he clamped down on Lou Zhonghuang with lightning speed. Lou Zhongshu's shoulder blades were pressed hard, and there were two clicks, and the two shoulder bones were completely broken.
The fierce battle collapsed instantly. All Lingfu disciples stopped. Feng Jueyu flew over. Fan Wudou restrained Lou Zhonghuang and Lou Zhongshu's big holes, threw them to the ground, and retreated to the outside.
The spectators.
Lou Zhongxian was panting from exhaustion, but his mortal enemy was leaning down. He was naturally extremely happy. He first held his fists and saluted Feng Jueyu and Fan Wudou in the air, and said: "Thank you both very much. After our sect has cleared the door,
Let me treat you two well."
After Lou Zhongxian finished speaking, he moved towards Lou Zhonghuang and Lou Zhongshu. The two of them had lost any of their divine power and were kneeling on the ground with their fierce eyes revealed. Lou Zhongxian took a look and said loudly: "Come here, take all the
Get the traitor for me."
Thousands of people were all tied up in a short time. Lou Chongxian walked up to Lou Chonghuang and Lou Chongshu with a cold smile that did not contain any affection.
"Emperor Lou Chong, Lou Chongshu, you are also here today. As direct descendants of the Lou family, you and I have committed an unforgivable crime of disobeying our sect leader. Today, our sect will execute you all according to the family law."
Lou Chongxian really didn't show any mercy at all, he raised his palm to take a photo.
At this time, a sudden change occurred, and a loud and old voice came out from the Five Directions Tower in the distance.
"Re-immortal, leave people under the palm."
As soon as the sound fell, a figure flew out, appearing strangely in the eyes of the world.
Feng Jueyu looked up and immediately took in a breath of cold air, while Fan Wudou frowned in a rare way and murmured: "Is it him? Lou Yirui?"