The sun is shining brightly in the sky, and the clouds are flowing like shuttles...
Just when the slovenly Taoist Gu Yue was about to die under the sword of Tu Tiange, the master of Huanrong Cave in Kunzhou, a sound like a torrent of thunder ripped through the space restraints and came from the distance like cracking clouds and cracking rocks.
"Tutian Pavilion..."
Before the sound fell, and before anyone arrived, a black shadow shot out of the sky first. The huge black sword was like a black star that broke the army, as if falling from the sky, even if the boundless energy fluctuations created by Xitian Jueyin and the five masters' divine power light groups
, failed to stop him, just like that, the figure struck like lightning, and after the roar, with the force of thunder, it suddenly hit the head of Tutian Pavilion.
"I think you are impatient." The second half of the visitor's roar came at this moment.
Hearing the roar like thunder, Tutian Pavilion looked up in confusion. At this time, a huge heavy sword fell from the sky.
The power of this sword is comparable to that of any magical weapon in the field. The dark and shiny sword body, the heavy and thick hilt, and the countless complicated patterns on the sword body make people feel as if they are falling from the sky at a glance.
It makes people feel an inexplicable and heavy pressure that suddenly sweeps over the entire audience.
At this moment, all the powerful men in Shenglong Mountain headed by Duan Xinghuang in Ba Kong City turned their attention to him. As their powerful spiritual consciousness swept around, they were all dumbfounded when they encountered the wild aura emanating from the dark heavy sword.
Far away in the sky, Master Xuan Shang's eyes were like copper lamps, his eyes were huge. He watched helplessly as the giant sword came to kill him. He suddenly noticed that the sky was getting dark and the sky was covered with dark clouds. He couldn't help but exclaimed: "
A good sword."
Outside Ba Kong City, several figures arrived belatedly. An old man stepped on the clouds with his hands behind his back, and he had an immortal spirit. But when he saw the sword, a pair of strong and bright eyes flashed through him, a rare sight in hundreds of years.
The light of envy and jealousy.
"Grandpa, we came at the right time." A young man next to the old man opened his mouth in amazement. As he spoke, his nerves tensed up instantly, and he said repeatedly in shock: "We haven't seen him for decades, this Feng Jueyu's sword is so powerful.
To be so domineering is really terrifying."
"During the battle at Piaomiao Peak, I knew that this sword was absolutely extraordinary. I never expected that this sword could follow its master and double its spiritual power. I'm afraid Duan Xinghuang will not be able to survive this battle."
As they sighed, the old man, the young man, and the middle-aged man behind them all appeared one after another. They were none other than Jiu Qimu, the master of Piaomiao Peak, and others who had hurriedly come to watch the battle.
After they watched many strong men from the Beifeng Academy on Wuhua Island in Qianzhou enter Lingzhou, they rushed to the Overlord Battlefield. The two-day journey was shortened to half a day by the three of them, and they didn't want to miss this exciting confrontation.
And when Jiu Qimu saw Feng Jueyu again after forty years, he suddenly realized that his past evaluation of Xiaoyue Sect seemed to have been too underestimated.
On the Overlord City, a huge sword fell from the sky, just like the sword itself, it was as powerful as the sword itself.
At this time, the sloppy Taoist Gu Yue had been rescued by the Everchanging Netherworld Dragon and fled to the sky. Tutian Pavilion wanted to pursue him, but unexpectedly, a terrifying and unusual peerless weapon suddenly dropped from the sky. He was immediately shocked by the power of the sword falling from the sky.
The frightened bird fled to the rear in embarrassment.
"Buzz!"
Tutian Pavilion's reaction was extremely quick, and when the giant sword came from the sky, it was also powerful. Everyone's eyes were focused on the two, and no one dared to say a word.
A moment later, a trembling sound from heaven and earth slowly spread across the empty city, and the giant sword fell steadily to its original position at the Tutian Pavilion, but at this time, the Tutian Pavilion had already escaped far away.
It seems that the giant sword did not succeed and missed the opportunity to kill Tutian Pavilion. However, when the giant sword stopped steadily in the air, the strong inertia caused by the lowering caused an inexplicable huge wind.
, this wind was like an invisible tide, with a strong impact that knocked Tutian Pavilion away in front of everyone. It was so powerful that it was unimaginable. Only those who were in it could realize the majesty and sharpness of it.
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At this time, the three-party coalition forces just breathed a sigh of relief for Tu Tiange and secretly said that the sword was so powerful that it was difficult to match. Fortunately, Tu Tiange escaped quickly, otherwise, his head would have been smashed to pieces by the giant sword.
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However, the Tutian Pavilion inside had a different feeling. The Heavenly Falling Weight Sword was a treasure bearing the gods, and the sword pool was embedded with the two immortal stones of lightning and wind and rain. This sword had been tempered and fused by Feng Jueyu for many years, and it was far more powerful.
It is a hundred times more terrifying than when it was first obtained. Therefore, as soon as the power of the sword fades, an invisible trend is formed. There are countless profound sword intentions hidden in it, and its power is unimaginable.
Being hit by the sword tide, Tu Tiange felt his insides churning and felt extremely uncomfortable. After the person flew out involuntarily, the power of the sword tide penetrated even more pervasively.
You must know that Feng Jueyu is no longer what he used to be. Although he deliberately concealed his cultivation before coming here in order to prevent the opponent from having a back-up plan, his powerful sword intention and sword power cannot be concealed no matter what.
Yes, the mysterious artistic conception accumulated through hundreds of battles is a powerful instinct that many monks dream of and cannot obtain. At present, Feng Jueyu has not arrived yet, the sword has arrived first, and together with the sword tide, he has had a battle with him.
The scene in Tutian Pavilion was ashen as death, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out with anger.
"puff!"
"Uncle Master!"
Duan Xinghuang, who never changed his expression, saw Tu Tiange spurting out a mouthful of blood without even touching the opponent's sword blade. He suddenly let out a cry of surprise, flew over from a distance, and held his hand steadily.
The figure of Tutian Pavilion was inhabited.
Once upon a time, Tu Tiange's cultivation was far superior to that of Duan Xinghuang, but now, Duan Xinghuang's strength has steadily surpassed that of Tutian Pavilion. The exchange of identities between the two did not change the relationship between the two at all.
In Duan Xinghuang's eyes, Tu Tiange is still the uncle who has been protecting the Brahma Palace in Kunzhou for many years. Tu Tiange may also be the only one among all the people who can get into Duan Xinghuang's heart.
So when he saw that Tu Tiange was injured, Duan Xinghuang picked him up without hesitation, and then looked ferociously into the sky.
Everyone inside and outside Overlord City was attracted by the jet-black epee that stunned everyone when it appeared. Tens of thousands of monks looked at the direction of the roar in the air. Deep in the white clouds in the distance, it seemed that
Several black spots appeared, and after a while, four strong men flew out one after another from high in the sky.
The leader has a green robe with long hair and only a treasure bag. Apart from that, he has no other extra decorations. However, he is such a handsome man with delicate features and a face as beautiful as a crown jewel, but he is a gift to all those who are under the hegemony.
Inside and outside the empty city, masters from all continents in Qixia Realm felt an extremely strong sense of oppression.
Behind the visitor are the three elders of the Xiaoyue Sect: Xiao Yuehe, Nie Renkuang, and Xiang Potian. Of these three, only Xiao Yuehe's cultivation has not yet broken through to the mysterious realm of the universe, but his name is the same as the entire Qixia Realm.
An existence that all martial arts cultivators dare not ignore.
As for the other two people, everyone is very familiar with them. How could Nie and Xiang, the two divisions, use their unfathomable cultivation skills to help Wen Zhen, the leader of the outer sect of the Tianluo Sword Sect, stop the arrogant footsteps of Shenglong Mountain at the bank of Qizhou Yunlong River?
For three whole years, he was unable to cross the river bank.
"Feng Jueyu..."
Duan Xinghuang's eyes swept over the four people in the air one by one. Finally, his eyes were firmly locked on the leading man in green. This face had been seen once decades ago. It was this face that made him
He suffered great humiliation in Lingzhou and was forced to say that he would never enter Lingzhou.
He is Feng Jueyu.
"You're finally here..." Duan Xinghuang was breathing heavily and invisible, and his chest felt as if it was exploding.
Many years ago, his cultivation level was similar to that of Feng Jueyu. During the battle on Lingzhou, Shenglongshan suffered great humiliation and retreated to Kunzhou in embarrassment. He also left an oath against his will not to enter Lingzhou. After he returned to Kunzhou, he sat down.
In the life-and-death test, he swore not to leave the test until he had mastered the "Iron Lomi Immortal Skill", just to avenge his previous shame.
However, after meeting again after decades, Feng Jueyu's aura made Duan Xinghuang feel faintly suffocated. His arrogant eyes made Duan Xinghuang feel faintly uneasy, although he didn't know that Feng Jueyu
To what extent his cultivation level has been improved, Tu Tiange's injuries undoubtedly told him that Feng Jueyu is no longer the little guy who used his fourth son as a hostage to force him back to Kunzhou.
The rookie in Lingzhou who was walking on thin ice back then has now become a hero who is proud of the world.
"Yes, I'm finally here. Fortunately, I came all the way. Otherwise, my second brother, wouldn't I have allowed you, a shameless guy, to commit atrocities."
Feng Jueyu stood high in the sky, looking down at Duan Xinghuang, and said sarcastically: "The majestic Lord of Kunzhou actually used the thousands of troops in his hands to deal with a hostage who has fallen into your hands.
Duan Xinghuang, who has repeatedly used poisonous methods, are you really making Kunzhou Xiujie look good?"
Feng Jueyu's tone was full of sarcasm and his attitude was completely disregarded, which made all the monks in Ba Kong City stunned.
Not far away, Qingjing Sanren saw that Feng Jueyu's words had completely gained the upper hand, and he glanced at Canglong Gang Leader and others with a vague look. Upon seeing this, the latter, together with Taoist Priest Wuyuan and Teng Baipo, stood up and pointed.
He stood in the air and said calmly: "Feng, you are finally here. I thought you were such a shy turtle who had no face to face the Lingzhou monks."
"Whoa!"
Hearing the excitement of Fan Xianzhong, the leader of the Canglong Gang, Feng Jueyu squinted his eyes and said nothing. Although his eyes were somewhat giving to him at the moment, he had no intention of talking to him, and his performance,
Definitely a deep disdain.
On the Bakong City, Xu Qingshan saw that Feng Jueyu had not spoken, so he immediately stood up and shouted: "Fan Xianzhong, who do you think you are? You are worthy of questioning my sect leader. The local monks of Lingzhou around you are collaborating with outsiders to rebel, and
Stand here with your face and yell."
"Stop talking nonsense, it's not your turn to comment on who Fan is. We are standing here and have nothing to do with Sect Master Duan. Isn't it because your Xiaoyue Sect is bullying the market and the compensation promised to me has never been fulfilled? I, Fan Xianzhong, am
I would like to ask the Feng Sect Master on behalf of my colleagues in Ba Kong City, "Where is the compensation?" Fan Xianzhong seemed to understand the truth and refused to give up, and this was also one of Qingjing Sanren's plans against Xiao Yue Sect. They wanted Xiao Yue Sect to
Yuezong is notorious in Lingzhou and has no one to help him.
But in the eyes of Xu Qingshan and others, Fan Xianzhong's appearance was nothing more than a joke.
"Compensation? You still have the nerve to say compensation, Fan Xianzhong, I will make sure you die today. Someone..."