In mid-air, Kasushiro, who had always had a plan in mind and did not pay attention to Fan Wudou and his party, finally became confused. The sharp pain that almost burst from the tiger's mouth spread throughout his body. He subconsciously glanced at his palm and found the opponent.
The sword that struck through the air actually cracked his tiger's mouth, causing him to take a breath of cold air.
In any case, the Yuanxue Demon longevity pot is also a treasure that bears the gods. Even though this treasure can only be used once in a lifetime, the materials used to refine this treasure are also very hard. Under normal circumstances, no magic weapon can harm Yuanxue.
The Blood Demon Longevity Pot, not to mention the Demonic Longevity Pot, spreads the inner energy to one's own body.
Various signs indicate that the person who came here has very strong cultivation, and his true strength may not only be at the late stage of Chengdao.
A flash of thought flashed through the lightning, and Kashiroo took a deep breath, knowing that the consequences of staying any longer would be more serious than imagined, so he simply threw away the Yuan Blood Demon's longevity pot and turned around to escape into the distance.
His physical skills were weird. Although he didn't have the ability to teleport, he could travel as far as a hundred feet in one step. When Feng Jueyu arrived, he had already seen Kashiroo flying into the clouds.
"It's pretty fast." Feng Jueyu, who came in a hurry, held the Tianzhuo Sword and was full of energy, as if a god had descended. However, he had no intention of leaving Kashiroo behind when he saw Fan Wudou's mouth spurting blood, and he suddenly became angry.
"Want to leave? How can it be so easy for someone who hurt me to leave?" With a low roar, Feng Jueyu teleported away in a flash, and the next moment he caught up with Kasshiro's back.
"Damn it, it's really disappointing. I've just reshaped the body and met such a strong opponent. It's so damn unlucky. Are you the disciple of Fei Shenquan? I'll wait until Xiaona recovers and I'll make you look good again."
The narrow-minded ghost-eyed Buddha boy fell in love with Fan Wudou because of the dispute between spirits, and this kind of character is also his nature. In fact, if Feng Jueyu could ask Fan Wudou carefully, he would know that the Tianhe Tantric Sect Kundi was closed down back then.
The disciple was originally from a demonic sect, and he had listened to Zen teachings in the Tianhe Tantric Sect for five hundred years. In the end, he did not calm down the demonic nature in his heart. Instead, he was allowed to practice the magic of demonic Zen. That ghost eye was what he realized.
After the magic meditation, I got a ghost eye opened by heaven and earth.
However, before Kasshiro, who had full confidence in his body skills, could feel an awe-inspiring murderous aura following him before he could run out of the Xuanjing Mountain boundary, Kasshiro, who had flown nearly a mile away, turned his head.
Look, I saw a swordsman chasing after him with a black sword. His body was so erratic that he couldn't catch it, and his incarnation stream of light flashed frequently in the air. He used the teleportation magical power that only the strong men in the Qiankun Realm had.
His face turned pale with fright.
"Damn, it's teleportation? How is this possible? This kid's cultivation level hasn't reached the Qiankun realm yet?" Kashiroo, who was sweating on his forehead, was so shocked by the scene in front of him that he was covered in white hair sweat, and he couldn't help but move his whole body.
With all his strength, he struck out a Youluo Daming Palm behind him.
It's a pity that this extremely powerful martial art didn't hit anyone at all. Feng Jueyu repeatedly used the secret technique of Tianxing Escape, swishing back and forth in the air, and the palm power like a golden Buddha seal flew through the air, but
He hit the target directly, and Shen disappeared in the deep mountains and valleys. When he looked up again, he saw a sword energy coming from above, blocking all his escape routes.
"Damn, it's too fast."
Kashiroo cursed angrily, and in desperation, he stopped his body and drifted back desperately.
Because he was seriously injured in the previous fight with Fan Wu, he was most taboo about fighting at this time. Moreover, he had just reshaped his body and was still unable to fully integrate it. After a series of fierce battles, his physical strength was a bit unable to keep up, so Kashiroo went to
He stepped back and shouted quickly: "Stop, tell me what you have to say."
Whoosh!
Feng Jueyu stopped, his expression surprisingly ugly.
Casilla looked at Feng Jueyu with three eyes open and panted like an ox, and said out of breath: "Friend, how about giving me a name?"
Feng Jueyu pointed his sword energy at the ground and said, "Okay, Xiaoyue Sect Feng Jueyu."
"I understand." Kashiroo raised his hand and wiped the blood on the corners of his mouth with his sleeves and said, "Friend, there is no deep hatred between you and me. If you give up face and give way, Kashirō will definitely be grateful."
When he arrived, Feng Jueyu had roughly learned the identity of this person from Li Yuan's message. He was shocked and naturally did not underestimate Kashilou's background. Moreover, he could fight evenly with Fan Wudou, and Feng Jueyu was also extremely
I admire this person's cultivation, but I admire him. After all, Kashilou injured Fan Wudou. If everyone goes to Lingzhou and beats one of their own and can still leave calmly, then where should Xiaoyue Sect's reputation be put?
Thinking of this, Feng Jueyu took a step forward with his sword and said in a deep voice: "You also know that there is no deep hatred between us. Why did you attack so hard before? Judging from the rules of your attack, it doesn't look like we are sparring."
Kashilao's heart trembled, and he immediately explained: "Kashilao was indeed wrong in what happened before, but wasn't that guy surnamed Fan aggressive? A slap can't make a difference, everyone has his own faults, Mr. Feng still has
Do you want to pursue it?"
Not to mention, Feng Jueyu was really speechless after listening to Kasshiluo's defense, because Kasshiluo was right. The friction between him and Fan Wudou was due to the conflict of spirits. As the saying goes, truth is true.
It was just talking hastily and not explaining clearly that led to the subsequent incompatibility.
Of course, it is true that Kashiroo wants to kill people to establish his authority, because masters who have reached their level will basically not hold back once they encounter a well-matched opponent. Unless they have studied and sparred before starting the fight, they will not kill.
How the heart wins.
What's more, there is a Yuanxue Demon longevity pot between them. It can be said that this friction is caused by the competition for the treasure.
However, Feng Jueyu's insistence on stopping Kasshiluo was not all because of the dispute between him and Fan Wudou, because he had heard that this guy was the inheritor of the Tianhe Tantric Sect four thousand years ago and a disciple of Emperor Kun Ming.
Ming E's junior brother, and recently, in order to track down the letter left in Lu Xianzhu, the God of Death has been leading the disciples of the undercurrent to find out the whereabouts of Ming E. After all, it involves the Six Paths of Samsara Light, and he must not be careless.
Thinking of this, Feng Jueyu didn't dare look on his face, and said in a cold tone: "The injustice has its owner, and the debt has its owner. Now that the matter has been resolved, I won't care who is right or wrong. You have to know, this is Xiaoyue
It’s our sect’s territory. If we beat our sect’s people on our sect’s territory, if we don’t give an explanation, you can’t even think of leaving.”
Kashiroo's expression changed suddenly when he heard this, knowing that he was in trouble. Feng Jueyu's words revealed his strong protective character. In other words, it would be useless for Kashiloo to beg for mercy.
Because they have decided to keep him.
"Feng, don't go too far. Xiaona is not someone to be bullied." Kashilou became timid when he saw that Feng Jueyu was not giving in.
Feng Jueyu looked at Kasushiro coldly and said: "Go back with me and speak clearly. You will say whatever I ask you, and I promise not to hurt you at all. If you don't obey, then
Feng had no choice but to take matters into his own hands."
"Damn it, what on earth do you want to do?" At this time, Casilla also realized that something was wrong with Feng Jueyu's attitude.
If it was just because of his five buckets of rice, why would Feng Jueyu bother to tell himself so much.
"I just want to ask you a few words." Feng Jueyu said, using his free left hand to reach out with his claws, trying to grab Kashiroo as he spoke.
As soon as Kashilou saw that Feng Jueyu had made a move first, he immediately became furious. Without further explanation, Youluo's Great Ming Palm stirred up the storm again, arousing the sky full of light and slapping Feng Jueyu in the face.
When Feng Jueyu saw that the other party had made a move, he felt disdainful in his heart, because he had already noticed that Kashilou's skills were not as sharp as before, and there was not much original divine power left.
In this case, if you can't catch him again, all your skills will be in vain.
So Feng Jueyu didn't take it to heart. He stretched out his claws halfway and turned them into fists. He used Liuhe Qi Chongjue instantly. He was also a person who had practiced Zhenwu Shengchi, but unlike Fan Wudou, Feng Jueyu's Liuhe boxing technique
, is Hong Yuan’s unique skill, and its level is still above that of Yaotaihe Shenquan.
As soon as the ferocious punch came out, it brought about a vigorous thundering force. The Liuhe Qi Chongjue punch exploded into bursts of white light. The floating objects in the mid-air were swept away by the wind of the fist and spread out. Deep in the space, there was a sound of cracking.
There was a crisp sound, and a large number of spatial cracks appeared around the two of them.
Kashilou's eyes widened, knowing that Feng Jueyu's punch was coming fiercely, but he did not retreat. Instead, he stared at Feng Jueyu with his third eye until the two fists approached.
Suddenly, Casilla gritted his teeth and shouted: "Feng, if you want to catch Xiao Na, don't think in vain. If Xiao Na wants to leave, no one in this world can stop him."
As soon as Feng Jueyu finished speaking, before Feng Jueyu could refute him with a sneer, he saw a black light suddenly emitting from Kashiruluo's third eye.
This black light shined directly on Feng Jueyu's eyes like sharp rays. The inexplicable and terrifying impact of divine consciousness directly hit the core of Feng Jueyu's sea of consciousness, setting off a soul storm.
"What the hell!"
Feng Jueyu felt his eyes darken, his brain buzzed as if it was about to explode, and all the divine power in his body suddenly collapsed after his spiritual consciousness encountered a blockage.
The Liuhe Qi Chongjue, which had condensed nearly 90% of the cultivation level, instantly became empty and weak. At this time, Kashiroo also stepped forward to kill him, with a sinister smile on his lips, and roared with great pride: "I have to force Xiaona to come out.
A trick, this is your own death, so don’t blame Xiao Na for being rude, ah..."
Peng!
You Luo's Ming Palm struck firmly on Feng Jueyu's chest. This palm with huge impact directly caused Feng Jueyu to spurt out a mouthful of blood and fly out.
Feng Jueyu retreated wildly under the pain, and his body was temporarily out of control. Seeing that he had succeeded, Kasshiro became even more aggressive. Seeing that a master was beaten by him until he vomited blood, he suddenly became greedy.
"You brat, if you dare to stop me, you are nothing. Now that you are here, just contribute all the treasures you have with you."
Laughing crazily, Kashir Luofei stepped forward and was about to take out a second palm, but at this moment, a dragon roar sounded, and a black light burst out of Feng Jueyu's body, turning into a black curtain in the air and wrapping it up.
Jam!
Qiye transformed into dragon armor and wrapped Feng Jueyu tightly. You Luo's Great Ming Palm struck hard, only to make a muffled sound, and a burst of black smoke rose from Feng Jueyu's body.