Feng Jueyu said he would do it, and he was not ambiguous at all.
When countless remnants of artifacts and magical talismans were overwhelmingly overwhelming towards him, he also used the wind-chasing magic he had practiced for many years, turning it into an arrow from the string and rushing straight towards Lu Chaoyuan.
One against ten thousand?
Feng Jueyu would not be so confident that he could have such ability.
If a person could compete head-on with ten thousand people, he would definitely not be able to do it if he did not have a cultivation level exceeding level seven. This was his basic judgment on the realm of gods and humans after many years of practice.
Therefore, Feng Jueyu never thought of trying to force him, because that would be the behavior of a reckless man.
There is only one thing he has to do, and that is to kill those self-righteous second-turn gods and constantly put pressure on the elites of Sky Eagle City from a psychological level.
As long as he kills Lu Chaoyuan and a few masters with the strength of the second-turn god-men, he will not be afraid that other minor gods will not be afraid of his own strength.
When we meet on a narrow road, the brave will win. The battle is about courage. Whoever can risk everything will be the winner.
"If you don't accept it, I will kill you."
Feng Jueyu started running quickly, and his speed from the start was unbelievable.
The golden light circled and flew under his feet, and he used twenty-two kinds of wind-chasing magic at once, and his speed increased several times.
At the same time, more than 2,000 relics and artifacts fell from the sky, like a large net intertwined by the artifacts, tightly covering Feng Jueyu.
With such an intensive offensive, not to mention Feng Jueyu, even Xu Zhang couldn't escape.
You can only fight hard.
More than half of the elites in Tianying City did not take action because they felt that Lu Chaoyuan had enough elites.
More than 2,600 people are not enough to kill one person?
Moreover, with such an intensive attack, it would only take one turn for the kid opposite to die without any need for them to take action.
Seeing Feng Jueyu not running away but charging towards him, the palm commanders curled their lips in disdain. He was such a stupid young man. He was so daring that he lost his mind. How could there be so many people approaching Lu Chaoyuan.
Just looking for death.
Just as all the commanders were laughing in laughter, all the divine objects finally fell from the sky, setting off a huge roar in the open space on the outskirts of the city.
As expected, Feng Jueyu was submerged in the indiscriminate bombardment of various relics, artifacts and talismans.
Pieces of dust rolled up, and the sky was filled with smoke and dust on the outskirts of Tianying City. Thousands of talismans appeared one after another, blasting the ground into large craters with a diameter of several meters or even several meters.
The horses were racing vertically and horizontally, and the electric light was crisscrossing, leaving the earth covered with dense cracks.
Such a terrifying offensive, not to mention a small god, even the third-level and fourth-level gods have to retreat, while Feng Jueyu is shrouded in thousands of offensive attacks, and those who have not been bombed are scattered into ashes.
?
With just this one blow, Feng Jueyu would definitely die.
Everyone thinks so, without exception.
Lu Chaoyuan stood in the crowd, his pupils contracted to pay attention to the changes in the wilderness, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a proud arc for no apparent reason.
Feng Jueyu is so crazy. No matter how talented he is and how fast he improves, how can he possibly be able to fight against the thousands of elites around him? Let's see what he has to say now.
No, he has no chance to speak.
"do you died?"
After Lu Chaoyuan's elite launched the first round of attacks, they stopped taking action and instead looked for Feng Jueyu's body everywhere.
However, just when everyone thought that Feng Jueyu had died at the scene, suddenly, dozens of rays of light flickered out of the billowing smoke.
Violent fluctuations in true divine power suddenly appeared in everyone's souls after thousands of offensive attacks were eliminated. A strong wind blew up on the ground again, and then a strange white sword gang nine feet long and three feet wide was seen, rushing out of the smoke.
out.
"Jian Gang? No, he's still alive..."
Lu Chaoyuan's elite men let out a cry of surprise, then used their magical skills and sacrificed their magic weapons.
But this time, they were not as fast as the sword.
"Whoa!"
The Nine-foot Sword Gang shot out against the ground. Thirty rays of golden light circled around the edge of the sword and turned wildly. The terrifying sword intent filled the air, forming some unintentional sword will that pressed on everyone's heart.
"This sword gang... actually has thirty kinds of principles..."
The crowd exclaimed, and then the nearly a hundred people standing at the front of the team were swept away by the sword before they could even lift up the magic weapon in their hands.
"Poof! Poof! Poof! Poof!"
Groups of blood flowers splashed up, like huge plum blossoms exploding in the air, making the suburbs of the city look extremely strange.
And that sword gang is not just one, but twelve.
As the first sword sword struck into the crowd, causing the deaths of hundreds of little gods, eleven more sword swords flew over with murderous intent.
These twelve swords rushed into the army in an instant, like the sickle of death, taking away the lives of hundreds of people in an instant.
"No, defense..."
"He's not dead, this devil..."
"Don't run, don't hide, block, block..."
"..."
Twelve swords flew out quickly, causing great chaos in the military morale of Lu Chaoyuan's side.
These twelve swords, like twelve wild beasts, instantly tore open a huge gash in the army.
Then a figure dragged a handleless white sword with his right palm, and swept through the smoke like a dragon on horseback.
It was Feng Jueyu.
The sword gang has not been fully drawn out yet, and if you look closely it looks even more different from his sword gang, as if it is growing on Feng Jueyu's hand.
Although it is a sword, it is shaped like a column, as if there are many muscles twisted together, making it extremely ugly.
However, the momentum is more domineering and sharper than the previous twelve swords.
"How can it be?"
Seeing Feng Jueyu emerge from the smoke intact, Lu Chaoyuan's eyes widened in shock, and he cried out in his heart that it was impossible.
Yes, there is no one who can withstand such an intensive attack with his body and still remain intact. This Feng Jueyu is simply a devil.
How on earth did he do it?
Could this be the legendary invincible diamond body?
It's impossible, the invincible diamond body is a method of the gods.
Could it be that he is already a god?
No, no, if it was a god, why would he talk so much nonsense? All he had to do was wave his hand and the entire Sky Eagle would be wiped out.
what is going on?
Lu Chaoyuan's mind was so confused that he didn't know which way to think.
After about a breath, Lu Chaoyuan stopped thinking, turned around and ran towards the back of the crowd.
As soon as he left, Feng Jueyu rushed in. The two second-level gods were caught off guard and were instantly killed by the Witch God Sword in his hand.
That’s right, it’s a flash sale.
Feng Jueyu alone, with thirteen swords, twelve sword swords and one real sword, went straight to Huanglong.
After rushing into the crowd, the elite of Sky Eagle City no longer dared to attack him with a large-area covering offensive, because if he rushed into the crowd, if he messed up, he would definitely hurt his teammates in the team.
Feng Jueyu, on the other hand, didn't care about anyone and chased Lu Chaoyuan. However, in the process of chasing, whenever he encountered a second-turn god-man or a more powerful first-turn god-man, he would easily use the Nine Lotus Sword Technique to kill them.
Lost.
Among the crowd, a figure was as fast as light and lightning, and his whole body was surrounded by golden Taoist brilliance. Several methods were used, all of which were unpredictable and astonishingly powerful.
No one can stop it.
"Poof! Poof! Poof! Poof!"
As the second-turn and first-turn gods fell into a pool of blood one after another, Tianying's tens of thousands of elites lost all fighting spirit. Everyone frantically retreated to the outside, for fear that Feng Jueyu, a lunatic, would kill them.
Within a moment, Feng Jueyu was only ten steps away from Lu Chaoyuan.
At this distance, Lu Chaoyuan could be decapitated with just a little carelessness.
Lu Chaoyuan, who was running all the way, felt that he could not run away. He had an idea and immediately used the method of spiritual consciousness to communicate with Feng Jueyu.
"Feng Jueyu, stop chasing me. I'm convinced. I can tell you the location of a treasure trove in the city. There are hundreds of millions of low-grade divine stones, some mid-grade divine stones, and many heaven and earth divine objects. That place is
I'm in charge of it. If you go and take the things away, I will never send anyone to chase you again. How about you? Just let me live."
He ran and begged for mercy, and Feng Jueyu laughed secretly in his heart.
This guy Lu Chaoyuan was really afraid of death and he made the right bet.
"Okay, now that you have spoken, I will believe you once and tell me the location. In addition, if there is a forbidden magic barrier there, please make it clear. If there is nothing I want in it, believe me, I will come back and kill you again, and it will be fine.
People can stop it."
"I tell you, I won't lie. My life is almost gone." Lu Chaoyuan gritted his teeth and kept transmitting the message.
Later, he told Feng Jueyu about a place where the treasure was hidden, and taught him a strange set of formulas, which were used to open the forbidden magic barrier of the treasure place.
After Feng Jueyu took note of this, he killed dozens more people, and then used a sword light to hit Lu Chaoyuan.
This sword light sent Lu Chaoyuan flying into the air, but it did not kill him.
Lu Chaoyuan flew high and fell heavily to the ground. When he touched his back, he saw a large stain of blood, which made him feel heartbroken.
However, Lu Chaoyuan did not complain about Feng Jueyu. Instead, he took advantage of the fall and lay on the ground pretending to be dead.
When Feng Jueyu saw Lu Chaoyuan pretending to be dead, he couldn't help but admire this guy. In order to survive, he could endure any humiliation.
Even the method of pretending to be dead was used.
Glancing disdainfully at Lu Chaoyuan, who was pretending to be dead, Feng Jueyu ran to the city gate without making any more killing moves, stood up, and shouted behind him: "Whoever still refuses to accept can come forward and fight."
Feng Jueyu's roar spread throughout the countryside, scaring tens of thousands of little gods and gods from taking a step forward.
After three breaths, Feng Jueyu laughed loudly when he saw no one came forward, and ran straight into the city.
More than a thousand corpses were left at the city gate, including more than ten corpses of second-turn gods.
One against ten thousand.
How can such a method not make people frightened?
After a stick of incense, there was a deafening roar in a certain palace in the west of the city. Feng Jueyu's figure appeared again. After plundering hundreds of millions of low-grade sacred stones and countless treasures stored in the courtyard, he escaped from the city.