Ever since Feng Jueyu and Wu Zhanguang signed the treaty of friendly alliance with foreign countries, the two of them hid in the Tiandaozhu and never left again.
According to the oath, Feng Jueyu took the lead to take out the core of the wood marrow and gave it to Wu Zhanguang, so that he could regenerate the second half of his body in the Tiandao Pearl.
For this reason, Wu Zhanguang even thanked him excitedly. Because of what Feng Jueyu did, although the skull of the Iron King Monkey God played a role in the process, Wu Zhanguang could see that Feng Jueyu was not an extreme person.
A vicious, shameless villain.
This man has a very good temper, and is very safe in everything he says and does.
In turn, Feng Jueyu also liked Wu Zhanguang's carefree character, which reminded him of Wu Buyong, the brother he once met in the peripheral areas of the grand world.
Both of them have the same surname: Wu, have similar temperaments, and are both generous and bold, without being too petty.
The harmonious relationship between Feng Jueyu and Wu Zhanguang began from the day they swore an oath with the Iron King Monkey God's skull. In fact, at first, the two did not regard each other as true friends, just because of their respective interests, but I don't know when the two began to
People began to call each other brothers.
A month later, Wu Zhanguang flew into the air with an ox fork in his hand, pointed at Feng Jueyu, and the fork glowed with a dazzling green light, setting off an invisible wave of air in the air.
Waves of air surged towards the sky, forcing Feng Jueyu to retreat more than ten steps in embarrassment before he managed to raise his giant sword from the sky and face it upwards.
"Keng!"
The two magic weapons made a sound of gold and iron, and the powerful Wu Zhanguang's legs circled in the air for several times before he landed firmly on the ground. When his feet landed on the ground, his body trembled slightly.
Swinging, the body staggered half a step to the left, looking very uncoordinated.
He stood firm on the left side and cursed carelessly: "Mom, I still haven't fully adapted to it."
Feng Jueyu was also shaken desperately by the shock of the bull's cross, his hands and mouth were numb, and he was unable to control the falling sword, and his figure was thrown into the distance in an awkward manner.
Normally, after a fierce battle, the two of them flew away, with obvious surprise in their eyes. Feng Jueyu was shocked in his heart, secretly thinking that Wu Zhanguang's arm strength was amazing, and it was not much worse than his physical body. If he didn't believe it, Feng Jueyu mobilized himself.
A powerful source of divine power traveled throughout the body. He clenched the Heavenly Falling Sword with a slightly numb tiger's mouth. He took a step forward and rushed forward a few feet. His body flew slightly higher. His palms snapped and his wrists shook wildly.
The essence of the sword technique was released wide open and wide.
"Evil Sword."
The tip of the sword pointed forward angrily, and the sword shook violently. Feng Jueyu's body swayed violently in a small amount, turning into countless afterimages in front of Wu Zhanguang.
With each afterimage, there was a sword energy, and it was as if tens of thousands of Feng Jueyu's true forms appeared in the sky. Thousands of sword energy, like the tide of a river, came shaking the world.
"Well done."
Wu Zhanguang, who had stopped on the opposite side, had just repaired his physical body and had waist, hips and legs. Although he could not adapt to coordination yet, there was no fear in his eyes. With a look of determination, Wu Zhanguang jumped up and held the huge weapon in his hands.
The bull's fork danced and swung in a circle, and all the dazzling golden light bloomed in an instant. Then the man turned his back and faced forward, and then twisted and chopped. On top of the huge bull's fork, a golden bull suddenly transformed and ran out.
The bull rushed into the sword tide and immediately caused a large-scale chaos. The bull was huge in size and instantly dispersed the sword tide. However, before it could travel a few meters, it was swallowed up and killed by the sword energy, turning into a wisp of golden smoke.
At the same time, Wu Zhanguang's tricks did not stop. One after another, huge bulls kept galloping out of the bull's fork, as if they had turned into a herd, and pounced on Feng Jueyu with all their strength.
Under the tide of swords, hundreds of golden bulls roared towards him, and frequent and rapid screams came from the space.
The giant sword in Feng Jueyu's hand danced wildly, stabbing with sword energy sparing no effort, but he still failed to completely defeat the herd, but he was not anxious at all, his whole person seemed to have entered a state of selflessness, and he was thinking thoughtfully.
Make up for the shortcomings in the sword-holding moves.
After a few breaths, Feng Jueyu's eyes lit up, and the movements of his wrists became more and more fierce and fast. Since Bai Jiang learned the Xieyi sword technique by watching the tide and practicing swordsmanship, turning one hundred thousand swords into ten thousand swords, and the power increased linearly, this time suddenly
The ten thousand sword energy was sucked back into the Sky Falling Sword, and then turned into a huge sword curtain.
Wu Zhanguang is still adapting to his physical body, but the two of them competed purely to help him adapt to his new physical body. They did not use other magical weapons. The two of them focused on martial arts and competed in moves.
When he saw Feng Jueyu retracting his sword energy, the sword energy formed a sword curtain but it lingered, and his eyes lit up slightly.
"Good boy, I didn't expect that your martial arts skills and physical body are no worse than magical powers."
Wu Zhanguang roared like a wild bull, and his fighting spirit boiled for a moment. No matter why Feng Jueyu didn't speak, he swung his body again and put the bull cross across his chest. When the muscles of his two thick arms bulged, he moved even faster.
Danced the bull cross.
"Moo..."
Thousands of lights and shadows appeared chaotically in the air, like a golden sun spinning threads, instantly surrounding Wu Zhanguang, and a moment later, a huge two-horned golden bull slowly emerged after turning sharply, dancing with its cross
The sound of the wind was actually like the roar of the sacred bull, causing the vitality of the surrounding world to wildly turbulent.
Opposite Wu Zhanguang, Feng Jueyu has been preparing for a long time. He has several swords hidden in his heart, but he has never figured out how to use them.
However, this is not because Qian Donkey has no skills, but because he gained a bit of inspiration after enlightening his swordsmanship.
He has several swords in mind, but he doesn't know which sword is the most powerful, so he is choosing.
Until the roar of the sacred bull made him feel certain, and inexplicably, Feng Jueyu had a smile on his lips.
At this time, the sacred cow raised its hooves with full momentum. Only when Wu Zhanguang blew a breath and stretched his arms forward, it galloped over with all four hooves on its feet.
At the same time, Feng Jueyu also moved. Thousands of sword qi densely gathered together to form a huge sword curtain, which suddenly moved toward the center. In an instant, ten swords entangled one sword, and ten thousand swords turned into thousands of swords. Then bang
With a sound, they all dispersed.
Feng Jueyu spun around in a circle, held the sword in his right hand and slowly raised it, his wrist trembled strangely several times, and stabbed forward fiercely.
In the blink of an eye, the thousands of sword energy surrounding him disappeared, and at this moment, the first sword thrust out of Feng Jueyu's body.
To be precise, what flew out of his body was a figure holding a sky-falling sword. It was a fragment of a swordsman.
A swordsman appeared, the light and shadow flickered, holding a long sword, raising it flat to his chest, stabbing the sacred cow...
But this was just the beginning. As a ray of afterimage appeared, the second afterimage monk flew out, then the third, fourth, fifth... until the thousandth one.
Within a moment, Wu Zhanguang was stunned by the stunt performed by Feng Jueyu. In the sky opposite, swordsmen kept flying out of Feng Jueyu's body, holding giant swords of light and shadow. Each one's moves were different.
And the angle at which it flies out and points directly at the target is also different.
There were a thousand of these swordsmen, using various cunning angles and completely different moves and techniques to launch a fierce attack on the sacred cow.
Thousands of sword qi transform into thousands of swords, the moves are more direct, the angles are more tricky, and the power of the sword qi is instantly increased tenfold.
"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding..."
After these thousand Jianxu appeared, the sacred cow was immediately surrounded by heavy siege. Jianxu's sword was transformed by sword energy and disappeared at the touch. All its power was left to the sacred cow. The sacred cow was not given in vain.
Swinging its head, raising its hooves, waving its horns, and charging forward, the thousands of swordsmen killed with such intense intensity that it wasn't until dozens of breaths later that the golden light on the sacred bull's body faded away significantly.
Of course, Feng Jueyu's Thousand Jianxu also consumed a lot of money, from a thousand Jianxu to only about a hundred.
In the end, these more than a hundred swordsmen rushed towards the sacred bull with all their strength, and fought with the sacred bull for the final blow. When a large afterimage and the golden light collided, the dazzling light instantly caused the two people who were fighting to lose their vision.
"Bang!"
After three breaths, Feng Jueyu felt a broken bull's head fly over from the shining light and hit his chest.
Feng Jueyu felt a tightness in his chest, and he quickly used two major physical skills to escape the danger. However, he was still pushed several feet away by the bull's head, and he was able to stand still.
After a fierce battle, both Feng Jueyu and Wu Zhanguang were out of breath. Even though the two of them had just shot from a distance, it seemed that they had only made one move, but in fact, they had made thousands of moves. But this was not the case.
This is the characteristic of cultivators. Their martial arts skills are more powerful than supernatural powers. Once they understand the true meaning of the skills, when they use them, they are indeed no worse than magical powers, and sometimes they are even stronger.
It's just that in this battle, Feng Jueyu still lost one move, but it didn't hurt. After all, Wu Zhanguang's strength was better than him, so defeat was natural.
However, Feng Jueyu did not gain anything from this battle. In fact, it only took Wu Zhanguang a few days to repair his body with broken pieces of wood. The magical broken pieces of wood actually made him grow legs, and according to Wu Zhanguang, they were the same as before.
They are exactly the same, except that the legs that have just grown out are still unable to coordinate with the body.
Because of this, Wu Zhanguang proposed to spar with Feng Jueyu every day in order to adapt to his legs as soon as possible. After Feng Jueyu nodded and agreed, the two had to fight several times in the Tiandaozhu space every day before giving up. At first, Feng Jueyu felt that helping Wu Zhanguang was too much.
It was a help to himself, but slowly, he discovered that Wu Zhanguang's martial arts were very strong. Fighting against him could stimulate his inspiration to a greater extent and perfect the evil sword technique.
No, after a whole month, Feng Jueyu really had some insights and transformed Xie's sword technique from ten thousand swords into a thousand swords. He also cultivated the sword Xu, which increased its power tenfold.
At this point, Feng Jueyu realized that Xie Yi's sword technique was no longer simple. Step by step, Xie Yi's sword technique had completely transformed into a supernatural sword technique.