The surging demonic energy swept up in front of the Temple of Granting Heaven. Looking at Feng Jueyu who turned into dust, all the strong men present were stunned by Ajin's terrifying skills.
Qiao Xiu and Mu You had already withdrawn from Laoyuan and had no idea of paying any attention to it, because Ajin's strength had been completely exposed. He was definitely not at the master level, at least he was at the supreme level.
"Brother Feng, it's over..." Qiao Xiu and Mu You's eyes widened, while the others remained silent.
But at this moment, a look of surprise flashed across the faces of Tao Lai and Niu Zhi, and the golden-horned blood-threaded demon dragon Ajin looked at his palm with surprise on his face.
call!
A whirlwind blew, and the silver powder slowly dispersed, but not far away, Feng Jueyu slowly walked out of a black whirlpool sideways, with scattered cold sweat hanging on his forehead, and he looked a little tired
and panic, but the Qi machine was not damaged at all and was still in good condition.
"Array?"
Wusu's pupils shrank, his eyes widened with surprise.
The old man in black and white robes, the man in yellow robes and the middle-aged man with smoky makeup also showed surprise, but the eyes of the three of them were slightly suspicious.
When he arrived at the mysterious woman, he seemed to see something when he stared at her. First he was surprised, then doubtful, and finally relieved, and then he looked happy.
"If you haven't killed me, come again..." Ah Jin stood there dumbly for a moment, then suddenly raised his palm.
Feng Jueyu took a wrong step back, waved his sleeves, and suddenly countless layers of barriers like glass lenses condensed in front of him.
Standing on the spot, Feng Jueyu said in a deep voice: "I can't beat you, but if you want to kill me, I'm afraid it won't be that easy. There are countless strong people here. If you don't want anything to happen to your master, you'd better save your energy.
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Feng Jueyu cast a pointed glance at Tao Lai next to him. Ah Jin was stunned for a moment when he heard the sound, and also glanced at him, but replied angrily: "If I kill you, I can still protect him."
"Ah Jin, stop..." Ah Jin was about to take action, but at this time, Niu Zhi shouted to stop him.
Ah Jin was stunned, then turned around and said stubbornly: "It's easy to kill him."
Niu Zhi shook his head expressionlessly and said: "It's not that easy. Come back." He waved and then said to Feng Jueyu: "In another situation, you would be dead now."
"Haha." When Feng Jueyu saw that his identity was exposed, he immediately smiled and said, "Do you dare?"
Niu Zhi's mouth twitched and he decided not to pay attention to Feng Jueyu, but at this time, Zhuge Yuo recognized Feng Jueyu.
Previously, Feng Jueyu used his original divine power to cover his appearance, and Zhuge Yu's cultivation level could not see clearly. However, with Ajin's move just now, Feng Jueyu had to withdraw the concealing magical power and reveal his true appearance.
Zhuge Yu noticed it immediately.
"Is it you? It's you again? No wonder you targeted me, are you here to take revenge?" Zhuge Yu was so angry when he thought about the fact that he had one of his legs cut off by Feng Jueyu's sword ten years ago, and said something evil to him.
Zhuge Yu pointed at Feng Jueyu and said to the mysterious woman: "Mr. Qu, help me kill him and give you fifty yuan stones."
Everyone looked at the mysterious woman in unison.
But the mysterious woman twisted her waist in an enchanting manner and sneered: "Zhuge Yu, I'm here to help you, not to kill for you. You have no right to order me."
"Fifty yuan stones..." Zhuge Yuo was stunned for a moment and gritted his teeth.
"Give me five hundred yuan, and I'll do it right away." The mysterious woman named Qu Lao smiled softly.
And these words left Zhuge Yu completely speechless.
However, he hated Feng Jueyu so much that he immediately ordered: "Master Huang Cang, Mr. Qi, Han Yu, kill this guy for me, and I will credit you with your merits."
The three powerful men from Tianshui Palace were startled when they heard the sound. They looked at each other in confusion when they saw the young man with smoky makeup standing up and walking towards Feng Jueyu with his sword in hand.
"Alone? Are you okay?" Feng Jueyu glanced contemptuously at the yellow-robed man next to him, and asked the middle-aged man with smoky makeup and unusual arrogance.
The middle-aged man with smoky makeup was startled when he heard the sound, and then a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. The long sword in his hand, which was completely black and shining, pulled out an extremely gorgeous sword flower. He said softly and contemptuously: "I can deal with you.
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Whoosh!
The sound falls and the sword comes out!
The middle-aged man with smoky makeup struck out like lightning, the tip of his sword pointed directly at Feng Jueyu, creating a fierce blue whirlwind.
A few feet away, the sound of wind came in bursts. The sword blade tore through the surrounding air and splashed out a large number of cyan wind blades, all of which were surrounding Feng Jueyu.
"Damn."
Feng Jueyu glanced at the masters sitting on the wall in front, back and left as quickly as possible. Originally, he didn't want to be exposed so early, but he never thought that the ghost-eared spider and the golden-horned bloodline dragon also came over, and several
Accidents happened at the same time, and he could not guarantee to hide his identity in front of Zhuge Yuo no matter what.
If that's the case, let's fight...
The thought flashed through his mind, and Feng Jueyu felt relieved. Faced with the fierce sword energy, he not only did not retreat at all, but jumped out, his footsteps brought up a spark on the ground, raised his two fingers together, and used his fingers to form a sword.
Then he pointed at the sword tip of the middle-aged man with smoky makeup.
The middle-aged man with smoky makeup is a master of the realm, and the magic weapon he uses is also a third-rate divine treasure.
One is armed with a heavy sword, the other is bare-handed.
Everyone was immediately shocked beyond measure by Feng Jueyu's overestimating behavior.
"This kid is really overconfident. Does he want to use a pair of fleshy palms to take over Han Ju's sword? It's really ridiculous..."
At the same time as the battle started, the old man in black and white robes Qilianshan, Wusu, Wusha Witch, the mysterious woman, Qiao Xiu, Mu You, Zhuge Yu and Niu Zhi all came up with a rather ridiculous idea, but Wei Du fought with Feng Jueyu.
The yellow-robed man who had burned nearly half the incense did not have any proud smile on his face. Instead, he was vaguely worried for Han Jin.
The speed of the two men's attacks was extremely fast, and their swords were about to touch each other in the blink of an eye. At this moment, bursts of white light lit up on Feng Jueyu's fingertips, as if a sword energy was about to be released.
Seeing this scene, the yellow-robed man's frown suddenly spread, and he reminded loudly at the top of his voice: "Han Qian, don't underestimate the enemy."
Han Ju didn't take it seriously at all, but these words further strengthened his belief in killing Feng Jueyu.
"Block the sword with your finger, boy, you are too conceited."
"Keng!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Jueyu's finger hit the tip of the sword. Although it was a brutal cut with bare hands, a sound of gold and iron was immediately heard from the scene.
This crisp voice shocked everyone's hearts, and all the ridiculous faces suddenly froze in unison.
Including Han Qian who took action.
"Physical powers of the physical body!"
Han Jue was slightly startled. The opportunity was lost. Feng Jueyu's sword finger was like a rainbow of air. The powerful original divine power suddenly spurted out from the fingertips. In an instant, it turned into seven swords. From up, down, left and right, it shot towards
He followed Han Jiao to outflank him.
The shadow of the sword is like a virtual sword, and the energy is like a rainbow...
With the sword intent, Feng Jueyu was instantly immersed in the boundless and crazy profound sword intent. With a trembling of his fingers, seven more swords flew out one after another, combining with the previous seven swords, they turned into fourteen phantoms.
Besieging Han Ju.
Whoosh!
The sound of the sword energy tearing through the air could be heard constantly, and fourteen vital points on Han Ju's body were all locked by the sword.
After just one encounter, Han Jin was horrified. He seemed to feel that his vital parts were being stared at by dozens of venomous snakes. Suddenly, there were more than a dozen masters around him, among whom the sword power was unprecedented.
An unfathomable level.
"Sword cultivator?"
Although Han Ju uses a sword, most practitioners in the world are equipped with flying swords, but only a small part of them are true sword practitioners.
Han Ju is not a swordsman, but he has an extraordinary understanding of the way of swordsmanship.
At this time, Han Jin saw Feng Jueyu's awe-inspiring sword aura and his vast and profound sword intent. He immediately put away all his contempt and dealt with it cautiously.
Pulling back, Han Ju shouted loudly and danced the jet-black sword in his hand. Driven by the force of the sword, the wind-attributed divine power set off bursts of strong blue wind.
The fourteen swords were swaying left and right under the howling wind, unable to stab the target according to Feng Jueyu's intention.
Feng Jueyu could only use the finger sword energy to exert his sword intention, but he could not completely increase the power of the sword intention. However, he was not too big. You must know that the only thing he had in his body was the Sky Drop Sword.
It was a treasure that could be used as he pleased, and the remaining ones were the Five Divine Cones, which had not yet been completely refined to the point where they were handy, so he did not want to take out the Sky Drop Sword easily to prevent others from prying at him.
However, with his skill alone, he believed that he could deal with Han Yu, and in the current situation, some unique skills that could not be used easily would certainly not be hidden, but it was not the time to use them yet.
Feng Jueyu swung his body to the right, swaying slightly, his arms were driven by his body, his eyes were as firm as rocks, and his fingers were piercing like lotus blossoms. In the blink of an eye, each sword emerged from his fingertips like lightning.
fly out.
Under the raging wind, more and more swords were used. After hundreds of years of intensive swordsmanship, Feng Jueyu's swordsmanship had already reached its peak.
The incessant clanging sound of clanging clangs kept ringing in everyone's ears, and each sword was wiped out one after another in the green wind, but it did not wipe away the momentum of Feng Jueyu's sword energy rising into the air.
After a few breaths, the sky was filled with the silhouettes of sword cultivators. The silhouettes of sword cultivators, who looked exactly like Feng Jueyu, frequently put pressure on Han Qian under the urging of the sword intention.
In just an instant, Han Qian was firmly at a disadvantage.
"Good sword intention."
Many old monsters who didn't look down on Feng Jueyu at first saw this scene, and their eyes immediately widened, observing Feng Jueyu's moves with an incredible look. However, with the sword's strength, there was no reason to slow down.
, on the contrary, Feng Jueyu drew his sword faster and faster, and gradually, a huge Kuanren heavy sword appeared behind Feng Jueyu, and at this time, there were at least thousands of swordsmen in the air.
"Sword Intention Transformation?"
The sound of gasping for air kept sounding in front of the door of Granting Heaven Hall.