When Feng Jueyu activated the Nine Lotus Sword Techniques to produce the thirty-two principles, the entire Jinzhou City began to tremble violently.
The ground was shaking, as if an earthquake of magnitude 4.5 had occurred. Although it had not reached the point where the earth was shattering, it was already very difficult to cause an earthquake in the divine world where gravity was so terrifying.
The monks from Jinzhou who were surrounded by all sides were all shocked and inexplicable.
"Good guy, the power of Taoism is still improving. Does this guy have any limits?"
"Thirty-two principles, this is too scary. How did he, a little god, do it?"
"What an amazing talent. Even a master like Jin Zhongjun has realized twenty-eight kinds of principles. He can actually realize thirty-two ways. Could it be a divine skill handed down from generation to generation?"
"It's impossible. If it's a divine art passed down from generation to generation, even Jin Zhongjun's Cloud Hands can't be his opponent. Even if Jin Zhongjun's cultivation level is far above him, the power of divine magic handed down from generation to generation is by no means comparable to other realms."
"..."
"Boom..."
The third time they fought, instead of the clanging of gold and stone, there was a huge roar in the sky.
When Feng Jueyu's Nine Lotus Sword remembers to activate thirty kinds of Taoism, even Buyun's hand can't suppress it.
High in the sky, the twelve sword gangs offered by Feng Jueyu had turned into twelve huge fighting swords, wildly bombarding Buyun's hand. But this time, the sword gang did not collapse immediately, but it was Buyun's hand that was bombarded.
Trembling violently, the power in Buyun's hand was quietly dissipating.
"What?"
Jin Zhongjun was so surprised that he couldn't even speak. This little god actually understood thirty-two principles. It was simply unbelievable.
What a brat, he hid in a space artifact secretly practicing the Tao without telling me, and he also used the Divine Tao Formation to realize so many Tao principles and his power continued to increase. No wonder he was so difficult to deal with.
Jin Zhongjun looked at it, his eyes narrowed and opened again, and his energy began to shine.
After a moment, a strong sense of contempt flashed through.
"Hmph, I didn't expect that you, a mere little god, could be so capable."
"The thirty-two principles of Tao, tsk tsk, are really rare and valuable. It's a pity."
Jin Zhongjun paused slightly and continued: "Your magic is simply too weak. I'm afraid it was brought from the lower world. Even if it's not the magic from the lower world, it's the ordinary magic sword technique you got when you first ascended. It's not the same as my cloth."
Yunshou is simply incomparable."
"Hmph, my cloud-making hand is a unique skill from the Heavenly Era. It is more powerful than today's magical arts. You are a little god who doesn't understand anything and you dare to challenge my majesty. You are simply asking for your own death."
As Jin Zhongjun spoke, his true divine power began to flow throughout his body, and the big hand of Bu Yun suddenly solidified.
When even more terrifying power rolled in, Feng Jueyu's sword finally couldn't hold on any longer.
Boom...
With several loud noises in succession, the twelve sword gangs gradually shattered and turned into fragments, shooting out all over the sky.
However, the Jian Gang fragments were still very powerful under the support of Dao. Many gods and men were affected, some died on the spot, and some were seriously injured and could not recover.
The crowd immediately dispersed like a tide.
At this time, they finally realized that some of the excitement was not so good to watch.
Feng Jueyu didn't have the time to pay attention to the people who were affected for no reason. He saw Bu Yun's big hand crashing down, not only destroying all his swords, but also lowering another level, only two floors away from him.
So high.
"You brat, if you don't kneel down and beg for mercy, I won't hold back any more and hand over my treasure." Jin Zhongjun did not dare to shout out the secret of the Shinto formation.
Because as long as he shouts, the matter today will become a hot topic, and it will lead to death.
Needless to say, the envoys from the East Boundary will come to ask for it. Even the overlords from areas outside the Golden State will come one after another to fight with him.
That is the Shinto formation, one of the most precious formations in the world.
Similarly, Feng Jueyu would not reveal this secret unless he was on the verge of despair.
The twelve sword gangs collapsed suddenly, and Feng Jueyu felt that both of his feet were sinking into the ground. The energy and blood in his whole body were no longer retrograde, but were running around everywhere. Even his internal organs were severely hit, and several places were damaged.
There were signs of rupture, as if all the bones in the body were falling apart, and the pain increased dramatically.
"puff!"
Feng Jueyu vomited out blood, with some internal organ fragments in it.
The fourth-turn god-man is simply too difficult to deal with.
Feng Jueyu gritted his teeth. Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and the God of War Jinzhong knocked back Qi Tianming and Rong Yang several times before finally hitting the Tianluo Bu hard.
A large number of talismans appeared on the sky cloth, and they dissipated in the air one after another. Even the huge light wall dimmed, and when the oil was exhausted, the lamp dried up.
Swish!
Feng Jueyu and Jin Zhongjun turned to look at the same time, both of them were shocked at the same time.
Feng Jueyu was shocked because the Divine Golden Bell had achieved great results. If the Golden Bell were to hit Tianluo Bu again, it might break a hole in the forbidden magic barrier.
It's the last moment, how can we not hold on until the last moment?
Jin Zhongjun's shock came from the artifact that even Qi Tianming and Rong Yang couldn't control together.
This artifact is actually so powerful that even the two great third-level gods are no match for it.
"Trash, stop that artifact quickly."
Jin Zhongjun roared and continued to put pressure on Feng Jueyu: "Stupid little guy, you have to pay for everything you have done today. I have no patience anymore. Go to hell."
Jin Zhongjun roared angrily, and Bu Yun's hand suddenly dropped, and this time, thirty-two kinds of Tao were released.
Thirty-two species!
There are also thirty-two kinds of Tao principles for Jin Zhongjun.
The Cloud Hand is his most powerful magic.
When a man of God practices magic, he will definitely choose one or two. If there are more, it will take too much time and is not worth it.
This is similar to Feng Jueyu.
Rumble…
Bu Yunshou showed great power, and this time it actually caused rolling thunder. It was obvious that Jin Zhongjun had used all his strength.
"Witch God, counterattack with all your strength and make a last ditch effort."
Feng Jueyu was already prepared. If he couldn't break through the forbidden barrier and escape immediately, he would be ready to get into the Tiandaozhu again.
It's a pity that after six thousand years of cultivation, I don't even have the qualifications to escape.
I don’t know what it will be like in the next six thousand years.
I can't die anyway.
I would not be content to die in vain.
"If you want to kill me, you will have to pay a heavy price. Since you have forced me to a dead end, there is nothing more to say. Just take my strongest sword."
Feng Jueyu roared angrily, and then his true divine power began to flow throughout his body, and streaks of gray-black halo emanated from his body, forming an extremely strong ripple of energy.
Buzz!
At this moment, Feng Jueyu's strength increased by 20%.
The whole person was shrouded in a gray-black halo...
Increased combat power!
It's like a transformation.
"What? This is...the martial art of the witch clan? Fighting witchcraft..."
The secret method of the witch clan has been passed down for a long time, and there are still many records in the divine world.
Feng Jueyu's whole body was shrouded in a gray-black halo, and his momentum and combat power increased at the same time. Although it was only a small 20%, it still gave people the feeling that he had used a big move.
The most important thing is that just when everyone was stunned and wondering why this kid still had the strength to fight, Feng Jueyu suddenly raised his hands and turned all his true divine power into three super large swords.
Sacrifice and go out.
"Jiulian, rise!"
Three huge lotuses bloomed, and each lotus carried a huge sword gang several feet high. There were thirty-six golden flowers flying and moving on the sword gang, which contained thirty-six kinds of Taoism.
The three strongest swords.
"Thirty-six kinds of principles? Fighting witchcraft?"
Jin Zhongjun looked at it from a distance, his eyes almost popping out of his sockets.
The three sword gangs, like three giant pillars, directly supported Bu Yun's big hand. The extremely sharp sword tip burst out with extremely terrifying power. The three swords turned together, like swords turning, and stirred up Bu Yun's big hand.
Countless Mars.
"Lift!"
Dangdangdang...
The sound of dense metal collisions suddenly sounded, and Bu Yun's big hand was actually supported by three swords and rose towards the sky.
Feeling the sharpness and infinite power of the sword, Jin Zhongjun felt that his whole body's energy and blood were surging, and his insides were burning, but he was unable to block the terrifying sword.
"You bastard, you still have means..."
Jin Zhongjun roared angrily, activating his true divine power. After all, he was a fourth-level god, and his physical strength was far superior to Feng Jueyu. Although Feng Jueyu had blocked Bu Yun's big hand several times before, in terms of his true strength, Feng Jueyu was
It's incomparable.
There's still room left.
But this is the last remaining effort.
But no matter what, Feng Jueyu cannot be allowed to take advantage.
"Die to me..."
Jin Zhongjun let out a hysterical roar, and then prepared to use all his strength to beat Feng Jueyu to death.
But at this moment, an extremely cold air appeared in the depths of Jin Zhongjun's Qi sea, and instantly filled his whole body.
"What?"
Jin Zhongjun was slightly startled, and then he felt that more than 30% of his inner energy had dissipated.
He was about to use all his strength, but suddenly, his inner energy dissipated and consumed nearly a third of it. This greatly reduced his strength in an instant, and he was even worse than before following Feng Jueyu.
That's when the sword fighting brought out the strength.
His breath stagnated, and Jin Zhongjun was immediately confused.
He finally remembered that he had taken a Xiaogong Pill before he came out.
Originally, this Xiaogong Pill would take effect within a day, suppressing his cultivation level for a while. However, after fighting fiercely with Feng Jueyu for so long and using the inner energy frequently, the Xiaogong Pill was completely refined in advance.
Zi took away his power for a while.
If it were normal, this moment of calamity might be nothing.
But what time is it now?
This is the time to work hard.
If one suddenly loses his power, wouldn't he be seeking his own death?
Jin Zhongjun angrily greeted all the eighteen generations of Yanqi Messenger's ancestors.
I didn’t come early, I didn’t come late, but I just came at this time.
At the same time, Feng Jueyu also discovered that there was a problem with Jin Zhongjun's condition. Why was this guy's cloud-buoying hand not as good as before?
How did he know that Jin Zhongjun had taken Xiaogong Pills? If he had known earlier, he would have consumed them for a while longer.
However, Feng Jueyu was overjoyed when he felt that the power of Buyun's hand was greatly reduced.
He was seriously injured at first, but now his fighting spirit is greatly increased.
"Good opportunity..."
With a low shout, Feng Jueyu raised the sword with all his strength, and in just an instant, Bu Yun's hand was shattered.