He was able to annihilate Jinzhou City with a single stroke of his sword. This kind of strength is enough to make people awe-inspiring.
The customs in the Western Divine Realm are slightly different from those in the Eastern Realm. Although this realm is filled with city lords, there is ultimately no faith at all.
Like Jin Zhongjun, Tianying Xu Zhang and others, they have been able to dominate the Western Realm for many years simply because their strength is superior to others. As for loyalty and admiration, they basically do not exist.
Just now, Jin Zhongjun encouraged the whole city to practice blocking roads by offering a reward, but after taking action, they discovered that the guy being chased was extremely powerful.
Fate is too great, so no one dares to stop him at this time.
But in the end, it still delayed Feng Jueyu.
At this time, Jin Zhongjun had already chased him a hundred steps away. He was leading the way and no one dared to stop him. Seeing that Feng Jueyu was about to escape from the city, Jin Zhongjun was so angry that he raised a sacred weapon and offered it to Feng Jueyu from a distance.
ahead.
A ray of green light soared into the sky, flying over Feng Jueyu's head like a bird. Just as he rushed towards the city wall, it burst into the air, and then a large green light curtain tilted down...
Like water flow, like a waterfall, like a silver rainbow hanging upside down, like haze spreading in the sky...
Countless divine words filled the air, forming a green curtain in an instant, covering the entire city wall that stretched two hundred feet from east to west. The green curtain rose up to two hundred feet high into the sky, like
A green wall of light blocked Feng Jueyu's path alive.
"Bang!"
Feng Jueyu ran so fast that he couldn't dodge when the green screen came down, and he hit the green screen wall.
Then I felt that the texture of this green screen wall was soft, as if I had hit a big canvas, and my body sank in. After a while, I was bounced back by the green screen light wall.
"You brat, you still want to escape in my territory. It's just a dream. Come to me..."
Jin Zhongjun, who had stopped Feng Jueyu with his divine weapon, laughed triumphantly and waved his hands vigorously. Hundreds of his masters swarmed forward and surrounded Feng Jueyu like a thousand troops.
"Damn it, I can't get out now, a bloody battle is inevitable..."
The little gods and men in the city did not dare to stop him, but none of Jin Zhongjun's men flinched.
And some of them are the top masters of Jinzhou City that someone just boasted about on the street: Wang Lianzhao, Zhan Ying, Qi Tianming and others...
He killed one Wang Jingkun before, and now there are six others. The remaining two are closely following Jin Zhongjun, each holding an extraordinary powerful artifact in their hands. The brilliance is flowing, and the murderous intent is revealed.
The army is besieging you, and there are so many masters!
From heaven to earth, there is no door to life!
Feng Jueyu stopped, breathing heavily from his mouth and nose at the same time, and quickly adjusted his breath.
The journey was so fast that it consumed a lot of energy.
It's okay to say that the true divine power is not so easy to be exhausted with the support of thousands of golden bodies.
However, the growth of one's own body is limited, and even the body of Yuanshu cannot withstand such a torment.
Feng Jueyu looked around, his eyes almost watering. There was a third-level god on the left, on the right, and in front of him. There were nearly ten second-level gods left. There were countless first-level gods, and there were even more minor gods in the periphery.
There are countless people, and if he stops, more people will come in a steady stream.
Feng Jueyu's heartbeat was racing, but he was forcing himself to calm down.
The Witch God panicked and asked secretly: "Your Majesty, I can't run away, what should I do?"
"What can I do? God has opened my eyes to rush here. Damn it, the last step is the worst, bad luck, the worst is to fight."
"It's impossible to fight. There are so many people, let alone a Rank 4 Jin Zhongjun."
"If you can't fight, you have to fight. The worst is, if you return to Tiandaozhu, you won't die anyway."
Feng Jueyu, a bold spirit leader, is inseparable from the Tiandaozhu's omnipotent defense.
Regardless of whether it is the upper realm or the lower realm, no matter how many times it is obvious that there is a tiger in the mountain, you still have to go to the tiger mountain, just by relying on the invincible defensive properties of the Tiandaozhu.
If you can't beat it, just drill in and everything will be fine.
Even if you are caught, you can still save your life.
But the Witch God knew that this was the last option.
Even if there are other ways, we can't make people unable to win their freedom.
But he also understood that at this moment, there was no way out, so he could only do this.
But it is still impossible for Feng Jueyu to bow his head.
Since you can't escape, you have to fight.
Feng Jueyu breathed for a while, then sneered at Jin Zhongjun: "Jin Zhongjun, you are in vain for your self-esteem as the Lord of Jinzhou. To deal with me alone, do you need thousands of troops to accompany you? You are too unconfident." Feng Jueyu started.
Use the provocative method.
Jin Zhongjun was so angry that cold wind was rising from his back molars. As soon as he said these words, people outside would definitely criticize him secretly. This guy wanted to use provocation to force him not to use the human wave tactic. He was indeed shrewd.
Jin Zhongjun looked at Feng Jueyu with cold eyes and said without answering: "You brat, you stole the treasure from my palace and you want to force me to fight you alone. Who do you think you are? You are worthy of me taking action against you."
All I need is the strong ones under my command."
When Feng Jueyu heard this, he thought this old guy was not fooled.
He said that the strong men under his command can take care of him, but what does the strong man under his command mean? A third-turn god-man counts, or a group of them, so which one does he use?
Knowing that Mr. Jin Zhong would not be easily fooled, Feng Jueyu said: "Jin Zhong, please don't do this. If you want to beat or kill, I will follow."
He looked around and said arrogantly: "If I single-handedly force all the masters of your Jinzhou to attack me, even if you die, I will be honored, but you, Jinzhou, will become the laughing stock of the Western Border."
"Your Majesty, this man is uttering arrogant words. Please ask your subordinates to restrain him."
A third-level divine man standing on Feng Jueyu's right couldn't stand to listen.
Jin Zhongjun didn't reply, his face looked uncertain.
When the third-turn godman saw that Jin Zhongjun didn't answer, he immediately thought that this was permission for his behavior.
The third-turn god looked up to the sky and let out a long roar. With a choking sound, a purple silver sword flew into the sky, circled three times in the air, fell back, and hung at the side of the god.
"Bold maniac, I am Wang Lianzhao of Jinzhou. This sword is called "Hongfeng". You must pass my level first."
Zheng!
The divine soldiers buzzed, and Wang Lianzhao let out a roar and rushed towards Feng Jueyu. As soon as the man moved, his sword moved first.
The rainbow front burst out with a dazzling purple-silver brilliance, and instantly grew dozens of times in size in front of everyone's eyes, turning into a giant sword across the sky. After a slight pause, it pressed forward like a giant boat.
That sword is like a giant ship.
There are twenty-four Venuses flying around.
"Twenty-four principles, this swordsmanship is not weak..."
Feng Jueyu raised his head and watched, his heart as strong as iron, and he sneered loudly: "Are you the first to die? I'll grant you..."
There is no luck in a duel between masters. If Wang Lianzhao makes a move, Feng Jueyu will certainly not sit still and wait for death.
"Witch God!"
Feng Jueyu waved his hand, and the shaman god transformed into his hand. His sword penetrated the clear sky, drawing blood and light to the sky. Then, the white light covered the sky and covered the earth, and he swung his sword in the air to kill.
"Keng!"
After a short time, the sky and the earth roared, and the Witch God Sword turned into a majestic domineering force and shot straight into the sky, slamming into the Hongfeng.
The huge sword paused in the air and trembled violently, causing the soul to scream.
Wang Lianzhao, who was standing there, shook violently for a while, could no longer stand and took a step back.
Even though it was only one step, it was still shocking.
"Isn't this guy a little god? He actually has the power of a third-turn god...it's incredible."
There were uproar one after another all around.
At the same time, Feng Jueyu was also stirred up by the Hongfeng shock. His mouth was numb and he could hardly hold the Wushen Sword. Even the Wushen Sword was complaining: "Your Majesty, this person's cultivation level is far higher than that of just now."
People are very powerful, so you can't be careless."
"It's not that they are much more powerful. The two of them are almost the same. It's just that Wang Jingkun was caught off guard before and was hit hard by me."
Feng Jueyu's hands kept shaking, and his mind was frightened.
When he killed Wang Jingkun, he felt that the other party was difficult to deal with, but when Wang Jingkun chased him all the way, he inhaled too much purple mist, and his energy and blood flowed around unknowingly.
In addition, Wu Leizhu severely damaged his jade fan, causing his soul to be seriously injured, so he was unable to block Feng Jueyu's sword energy and was killed on the spot.
Feng Jueyu did not feel proud of killing Wang Jingkun. The former's death was caused by many reasons, and Feng Jueyu also felt that no matter how many times the god-man was, his own defense was very poor.
When a kind of divine art is cultivated to a certain level and condensed into multiple principles, the body of the god also has a very fragile limit.
It's fine if you don't get hit, but if you get hit, you're basically dead.
He's just a third-turn god, not scary.
But the scary thing about Wang Lianzhao is that he is already prepared, and Feng Jueyu has not yet produced a more powerful artifact.
One sword knocked back Wang Lianzhao, and Feng Jueyu felt enlightened.
In terms of cultivation, he is no worse than a third-turn god, and in terms of true divine power, he is stronger than most people.
Now let's see if Wang Lianzhao's artifact is more powerful than himself.
"You can't do it either. You shouted so loudly, but it turned out to be an embroidered pillow."
Feng Jueyu gradually regained her confidence and began to feel sad.
"You bastard, how dare you humiliate me."
Wang Lianzhao was extremely angry, and with a snap of his left hand, a large seal flew out.
This large seal is carved with a cyan-like tiger named Qing Kui.
Midway out of the big seal's flight, the seal transformed into a giant Qingkui beast, roared upwards, opened its bloody mouth, and bit Feng Jueyu's head.
That huge beast's mouth could swallow Feng Jueyu whole, and the scales all over his body were shining brightly.
"Just beasts..."
Feng Jueyu did not retreat. He raised two broken treasure artifacts at the same time and hit Qing Kui twice.
Qing Kui just shook his head and came to kill again, but then he saw a short stick whizzing towards him.
"Wang Lianzhao..."
The third-level gods under Jin Zhongjun screamed in surprise, but it was still too late. As soon as the witch light appeared, it brought bursts of thunder and a huge thunder as thick as a human arm swept over.
"boom!"
Smoke and clouds were everywhere, and Qing Kui let out a scream that gradually dissipated, but the short stick in the air was extremely dazzling.