A deafening roar exploded in front of Zhuge Yu, and the terrifying fist hit the blue light shield, forcing Zhuge Yu to retreat violently. He was so frightened that his face turned pale and he was a little unbelievable.
This light mask is a body-protecting magic weapon. It was once one of Zhuge Jin's personal magic weapons, and was later given to his son Zhuge Yu for self-defense.
At this time, the competition for the Heaven-conferring Divine Hammer was becoming more and more intense. Zhuge Yuu was very precious about his life, so naturally he did not dare to accept Feng Jueyu's move easily.
However, he originally wanted to use this weapon to make the opponent retreat without doing anything, but he never thought that the opponent's punch would be so powerful, causing the blue light shield to shake crazily.
Back then, this mask of light could be regarded as being followed by Zhuge Jin across the Tianhe Star Realm. No one could break it. Although its spirituality was not as good as before, it was not an existence that could be easily shaken by the masters of ordinary Taoism and martial arts. And this punch, with
This really shocked Zhuge Yue.
Feng Jueyu was also frightened. He felt the powerful force coming back from the blue light shield. He was stunned for a moment, then frowned.
No wonder Zhuge Yu dared to leave the protection of many proficient masters on such an occasion. He didn't expect that he still had such a powerful defensive weapon.
Although he didn't know the name and origin of the magical weapon, Feng Jueyu was much more cautious. He moved forward a few minutes and was about to punch the second time.
At this moment, the flying sword transformed into a blood-colored silver snake suddenly slashed at him. The body of the silver snake, filled with blood and energy, flashed wildly with cold light, and several invisible and intangible shadow sword energy pierced his vital parts.
Feng Jueyu felt a bitter resentment in his eyes, and he had no choice but to retreat backwards, temporarily avoiding the sharp edge of the sword, and struck out with a few sword energy, clanking and clanging to defuse the opponent's attack.
"Little thief, look at this..." In the sky, a loud shout stood out from the roar. Qiao Xiu finally rushed over and grabbed it with his five fingers. A whirlpool rolled in the void, and a demon bat pounced towards him.
That person's face.
The cultivators of Tianshui Palace were forced to retreat crazily, waving their hands in front of them wildly. The strength of their palms and fists formed a dense defensive net. They exchanged several moves with the demon bats as fast as lightning. There were three places on the two sleeves.
shred.
Mu You also flew over shortly after. The three divine mirrors in his hand were gone, leaving only a sharp blade, green and cold.
"Brother Feng, you arrest Zhuge Yu and leave this man to us."
Qiao Xiu and Zhuge Yu, who each collected the three divine mirrors, suddenly intercepted the practitioners in the Tianshui Palace and started bombarding them with magic arts and talismans.
At this moment, the peerless and elegant woman who was besieging the giant spirit in the virtual world not far away looked here, and said to the yellow-robed priest next to her with faint annoyance: "Huang Cang, go help Zhuge Yu."
The fat yellow-robed man nodded slightly, walked away quickly, and approached Feng Jueyu with a big move.
This person has not used any magic weapon, or has just put it away.
At the Altar of Granting Heaven, everyone is very careful when using magic weapons. A magic weapon will never be exposed to the altar for too long. After using it for a while, it will be taken back to prevent the magic weapon from being degraded due to unknown reasons.
This yellow-robed warrior was fat and strong, and his agility was astonishing. He flew towards him like a horse riding on the wind, and reached out to grab Feng Jueyu by the back of his neck.
Feng Jueyu's backhand was an elbow, and the two people's elbows and wrists collided with each other, and they flew away immediately.
Feng Jueyu shook his numb arms and looked at the yellow-robed man in shock, doubts rising in his heart.
The yellow-robed man was even more shocked. He looked at his palms and said to Feng Jueyu in a hoarse voice: "I didn't realize that you, this kid, have really mastered your physical cultivation."
"A fellow man?" Feng Jueyu looked at the other party in surprise, knowing in his heart that it would be difficult to catch Zhuge Yuo.
This yellow-robed man was obviously a practitioner who was proficient in physical kung fu. He didn't notice it at first because he had never fought with the yellow-robed man. Only after receiving a move did he faintly realize that the yellow-robed man did not want to show it on the surface.
He was like a bag of wine and rice, but he was even more powerful than the man with smoky makeup who had fought against Chi Xuan Mei.
The man in yellow robe glanced at Feng Jueyu, but did not reply. He turned to Zhuge Yu and said, "Stand behind me and don't take action."
"Master Huang Cang, kill him." Zhuge Yu said with strong hatred in his eyes.
"Simple!" The yellow-robed man curled his lips slightly, and as expected, he did not take out any magic weapon. He used his hands on his chest to perform magic formulas, and soon palm prints flew up from his chest and covered his body.
"The child's first glimpse of the realm, and the ability to practice horizontally. I want to see if you can take a few Shinra palm seals from me."
As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of golden palm prints that were as big as a basin, without exception, all came towards Feng Jueyu. Looking around, there was no retreat at all.
Feng Jueyu frowned slightly, but when he saw many strong men in the distance fighting around the giant spirit in the virtual world, he thought for a moment and then felt relieved, and secretly showed a happy expression.
If Feng Jueyu used a pair of fists to deal with a strong man with mastery level, Feng Jueyu believed that he did not have that ability. Even if he easily killed Liu Guan, and even worked with Wu Zhanguang to destroy Chu Xiangyuan, we have to look deeper.
In a battle, isn't it necessary to put all your efforts into it? If not, you wouldn't be able to win.
Therefore, to deal with this yellow-robed warrior, you have to rely on your formation skills.
However, the old monsters of the two major forces of good and evil are currently entangled, which is conducive to fishing in the troubled waters of the ancient ruins of chaos. If the battle is ended prematurely, and the yellow-robed warrior is killed, or even Zhuge Yu is killed, it may not be possible.
It triggered a full-scale counterattack by Tianshui Palace. In this way, wouldn't it be advantageous for Chi Xuanmei, Wusha Witch and Wusu?
Thinking of this, Feng Jueyu immediately gave up the idea of killing Zhuge Yu immediately for revenge.
If you show your face too early, you will easily attract attention. It is better to let this guy live a little longer. Anyway, the exit of the Temple of Granting Heaven is unknown, and he will not be able to escape from his grasp.
Thinking of this, Feng Jueyu made a decision in his heart. He stepped back, but still did not take out the Sky Drop Sword to fight the enemy. Instead, he clenched his fists and faced the palm prints of Zhen Luo flying from the sky, smashing them with the howling wind.
past.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
During the fight between fists and palms, Feng Jueyu was quickly surrounded by a large number of Zhenluo palm prints. The battle between fist and palm strength was not only a competition in technique, but also a competition of physical strength. Feng Jueyu came and went from Zhenluo to Zhenluo.
Between the palm prints, I didn't choose to dodge most of the time, because under such a dense palm gesture, it was useless to hide, and the more I hid, the easier it would be to cause trouble.
Fight head-on, sometimes more directly.
After ten years of seclusion, Feng Jueyu cultivated not only sword talismans and sword will, but his cultivation level also improved. His biggest reliance was his almost endless source of divine power, including the three golden bodies, and
Many xuanguan acupoints have formed a virtual body, and as long as the time comes, more golden bodies will be derived.
With each additional golden body, Feng Jueyu's skills will become more solid, and when the original divine power is almost exhausted.
Therefore, he doesn't care about the consumption of divine power at all.
Peng!
After destroying the thirteenth Zhenluo palm seal, Feng Jueyu's whole body was surrounded by golden light, like the god of war coming to the world. Instead of retreating, he flew with all his strength towards the yellow-robed man in the air. At the same time, his eyes were carefully paying attention to Zhuge Yu below.
Charging all the way, Feng Jueyu effortlessly rushed to the yellow-robed man, raised his fist as big as a casserole, and struck at the opponent's door.
"Peng!"
The man in yellow robe raised his fleshy palm to block it. Neither of them retreated, but Feng Jueyu's body swayed slightly, quickly stabilized, and then immediately punched out again.
"Bang!"
The man in yellow robe raised his palm to catch the edge of his fist, with a flash of disbelief in his eyes. He pulled back and dragged Feng Jueyu's body to his side. As the yellow robe around him stirred, he smacked forward with both palms.
Feng Jueyu crossed his arms in front of his chest, and at the same time screamed loudly from his mouth, which shook the yellow-robed soldier's eardrums.
"It's rare to have such a physical body in the soul gate ghost way. You really opened my eyes." The yellow-robed man couldn't hide his inner shock, blurted out, and then the golden light spurted out from his mouth, forming a statue in front of the two.
Big Buddha.
"He is indeed a Buddhist practitioner."
There are many Buddhist practitioners in the Tianhe Star Realm, and they all practice the Tianchan Dao, which is the nemesis of the demonic path.
The Yin Qi in Feng Jueyu's body was too strong, so it was not uncommon for him to be mistaken for the Ghost Path of the Soul Gate. However, the yellow-robed man couldn't figure it out. Usually, the strong men of the Ghost Path of the Soul Gate focus on cultivating their spiritual consciousness.
It is difficult for a physically powerful person to be able to challenge others, so why is this kid in front of me so difficult to deal with.
The two fists exchanged, and the fight became more and more fierce. This made Qiao Xiu and Mu You take a peek, and they were dumbfounded. They couldn't tell whether Feng Jueyu's skills were at the first glimpse level or the mastery level.
The more the two of them fought, the more excited they became. Feng Jueyu's punches were like lightning, and the screams in his mouth were like the cries of ten thousand ghosts. The disturbance continued, and the yellow-robed man felt more and more strenuous. Unknowingly, he began to be affected by the Yin Qi in Feng Jueyu's body.
, gradually fell into a disadvantage.
"You brat, you won't quit until you show some real skills."
After entangled for a long time, when even the old monsters who were besieging the virtual giants on the opposite side began to show damage, Huangpao Shi was completely angered by Feng Jueyu. He separated his hands and shot out several Zhenra big palm prints across the sky.
, forcing Feng Jueyu dozens of feet away in an instant.
At this time, the man in yellow robe made a plate with his hands in front of his chest, closed his legs, sat up in the air, and uttered a loud Zen sound like a Buddhist bell.
As soon as this Zen tone sounded, the power of Feng Jueyu's three-note Ksitigarbha Divine Technique was greatly reduced. After a while, several ancient Buddhas and Bodhisattvas with solemn faces emerged from the yellow-robed men.
"Six Zen Bodhi Techniques!"
The six Bodhisattvas, with their majestic appearance, instantly frightened all the ghosts and ghosts a hundred feet away. Then they all stretched out their arms, tightly surrounded Feng Jueyu, and pressed down with their fists like the wind.
"Huh? Not bad?"
Feng Jueyu looked up and saw the overwhelming solemn aura overwhelming him, which immediately aroused his endless fighting spirit.