Looking at Temu Xiongming's burly half body being thrown out, the battlefields in all directions fell into the deepest tranquility in history.
But this time, in just a moment, it turned into uproar and exclamations spreading in all directions.
Not only did they kill Jin Gongdian, Ironwood Giant Hand, and Ironwood Piaoxue three people in succession, but even the newly emerged Ironwood Xiongming was cut into pieces by his sword.
This guy has such a domineering sword spirit.
In fact, even the Wuding Sword Spirit was confused at this moment. He was hiding in the Tiandao Pearl, his pupils of the illusory sword intention were dilated, and he was mumbling to himself.
Is my sword intention so powerful?
On the battlefield, Feng Jueyu challenged Tiemu Xiongming with his sword, completely angering the four blood-headed tribes present. No, it should be the geniuses of the five tribes.
There is another clan, the Mang clan. This clan is not very big and has a small population, but its clan leader is currently the well-deserved first commander-in-chief of Maoerling - Mang Dun.
"This stinky boy despises us and other contemporary geniuses of the four races. How can we let him continue to be so rampant?"
"That's right. It's normal to fight to the death on the battlefield, but to be despised and humiliated by him like this, I can't bear it anymore."
"Catch him alive, whip his soul, refine his soul with fire, extract his marrow and bones, and eat his flesh and blood."
One by one, the contemporary geniuses from the four Bloodhead clans completely went berserk. Along with these indignant roars, came figures with overwhelming arrogance and murderous intent.
At this moment, everything ends.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
"The contemporary genius of the Ironwood Tribe, Ironwood Kunlun, personally took your dog's life."
"I am Jin Yuan, a direct descendant of the Jin family and the inheritor of the Black Prison. My surname is Feng. Do you want to kill yourself or let me do it?"
"What nonsense are you talking to him about? Feng Jueyu, I, Ye Xunbo, give me your life."
"The Xiao Tripod of the Xiao Clan has learned some great tricks."
"..."
A shout represents a genius from the four blood-headed tribes.
A roar means that a top player at the seventh level has emerged.
From this moment on, divine lights flashed frequently around the battlefield, and divine lights fell from the sky one after another. When these lights disappeared, there was a huge and unparalleled momentum hanging down on the battlefield, from which there were also
Out came a series of tall and upright figures, looking up at the mountains.
Among them, there are men and women, old and young, but there is no weak one.
The courage and momentum of each person are comparable to, or even better than, Tiemu Piaoxue.
In just a few snaps of his fingers, a full dozen contemporary geniuses surrounded Feng Jueyu tightly, and more people appeared behind him one after another. However, because there were so many people who wanted to fight with Feng Jueyu, it was actually crowded for a while.
Not coming in anymore.
But the roars were still roaring in the sky.
In the end, twenty-two strong men walked out of the crowd and tightly surrounded Feng Jueyu.
"There are so many contemporary geniuses, my God, looking at the history of the war between the two worlds, I am afraid that no one can attract the attention of so many contemporary geniuses from the Night Demon Clan, right?"
In the direction of Tiangang Gate, a light and beautiful face showed an expression of shock that could not be concealed, and a small mouth was so surprised that it could not be closed no matter what.
"This, this guy is so powerful?"
It was as if Huang Feihe was in a dream. How could he have imagined that a low-ranking disciple at the fourth level could actually have such extraordinary abilities?
Yan Jiuling, Lu Feng, and Yan Yu were relatively familiar with Feng Jueyu's existence, but what they saw at that time was nothing more than Feng Jueyu and Wu Shizhen's defeat in a one-on-one fight.
Without anyone's intervention, it can't be said to be very powerful.
But now, there are a total of twenty-two contemporary geniuses, each of them has the strength of the Sixth Transformation Realm, and they all have a profound foundation of the Dao and a Taoist fortune accumulated over hundreds of thousands of years.
How to fight this?
Nan Yu'er, Yang Wenbin and others were so surprised that they couldn't move. At this moment, they wanted to help, but they were overwhelmed by the majestic momentum gathering in the center of the battlefield and couldn't move.
The contemporary geniuses of Tiangang Sect were all dumbfounded and couldn't believe what they were seeing.
However, the tall man in green robe who stood under the crisis, not only did not feel uneasy or nervous at all, but showed a fearless expression.
Not only that, some people also saw that the corners of Feng Jueyu's mouth were slowly rising upwards, as if he was eager and expecting.
This makes people wonder, is this guy really crazy?
Is this... also possible to laugh?
How did they know that Feng Jueyu wanted this result.
Before coming here, he was afraid that his level would be despised by the contemporary geniuses of the Night Demon clan and they would not bother to fight him.
That's why he directed and acted a show of contempt for the heroes.
Every performance just now is a preparation for this moment.
Only by thoroughly irritating these arrogant guys from the bottom of their hearts can they be forced to take action together, thereby putting endless pressure on themselves and forcing the Dao Meridian to break through to a higher level.
It's just that these so-called contemporary geniuses at the moment seem, seemingly, maybe not enough.
Feng Jueyu was full of fighting spirit and showed no fear, even he was secretly surprised.
But when he thought about it again, it suddenly dawned on him.
It is the confidence that Dao Meridian brings to oneself.
Just imagine that back then, with all my efforts, I could pull down a character like Wu Shizhen and kill him.
And Qing Yunyi couldn't help being slapped by him.
At that time, relying on the rich Taoist heritage of the Thousand Golden Bodies, I could conquer the Sixth Transformation Realm and remain invincible.
Now, the Dao Meridian has begun to appear, attracting the secrets of heaven. Through this bridge between heaven and earth, I continue to integrate the wonders of the Dao. My vision, ability, and cultivation have long been different from what they used to be.
What else is there to be arrogant about?
After thinking about it, Feng Jueyu's eyes were like a torch, shining like a lighthouse on the vast sea.
He looked around with high spirits, just like a real god looking down at the heroes.
"That's it? Are there any more? We can just come out together."
Feng Jueyu flicked his sleeves, and the sword energy surged, as fierce as the ocean, surging layer by layer, and the supreme sword heart that he had cultivated through self-cultivation was finally released without reservation.
Boom!
A terrifying sword wave that could not be foreseen by the naked eye surged wildly. The strong wind caused by the sword energy alone shook the battlefield to pieces, and such a violent sword wave blew twenty-two contemporary geniuses unable to help but stretch their arms.
Cover your face and use the divine shield to resist with all your strength.
"Is this a level four cultivation level? Is he hiding his strength?"
Yanyu and others were dumbfounded and felt their throats were dry.
"No, it's just the fourth revolution, but his inner breath is as powerful as the vast ocean, with an endless supply."
A contemporary genius who is no weaker than Yanyu spoke with shock, and his pupils were shaken.
Since the beginning of the war, Feng Jueyu's courage, foundation, foundation of divine power, swordsmanship, and fortune have all shocked them time and again.
And when the sleeve-fluttering action came out, they realized that although this guy was only at level 4, his understanding and integration of the great avenues was something that everyone present could not catch up with.
Especially the last sentence, its power can be said to shake the world.
Twenty-two contemporary geniuses are all not weaker than Tiemu Piao and his ilk, but this guy actually thinks there are few people?
"You bastard, how dare you look down on us."
"This kid, if you peel off thousands of layers of his skin, he doesn't know how high the sky is and how high it is."
"I have never seen him so crazy when riding a horse. Today I have to pick off his head and use it as a pot."
"Fuck me!"
Wow!
Following Feng Jueyu's provocations again and again, the contemporary geniuses of the four blood-headed tribes finally could no longer suppress their inner anger. As roars rang out, countless magic treasures, artifacts, secret talismans, and spells rained like downpours.
Usually he suppresses it towards Feng Jueyu alone.
All of a sudden, Demon Edge, Black Seal, Taoist Treasure, Evil Bell, Ancient Tower, Underworld Sword - all kinds of secret treasures of the Demon Sect that people in the upper world can think of flew up into the sky for free, each one exuding strong domineering power.
The treasures of Qi Ji only stayed in the air for a moment, and then they all fell towards Feng Jueyu's head.
Infinite demonic power, vast world, the sky has long been messy, the dark clouds are not condensed, and the evil smoke is billowing, just like a huge canvas that was painted indiscriminately by a blind man, making it a mess.
However, the supreme aura and the miraculous power that surged in the magic treasure were like a catastrophe from the sky, squeezing the surroundings like a balloon stretched to its limit and bursting completely.
The space is full of cracks in all directions, and those who don't know thought it was some god who took action to shake the space.
At that time, Feng Jueyu, nearly a hundred souls, worked together to activate the Golden Bridge Return to Origin Technique, and clearly found that the Tao channels in his body that had just begun to show signs of miracles trembled violently.
Then this dynamic continued uncontrollably.
As a result, the Dao Veins were further connected to the Eight Desolate Divine Veins, and the entire Dao Veins emitted a flaming golden light cast like divine gold, dazzling with brilliance.
Coming, coming!
It’s finally here!
Feng Jueyu was calm on the surface, but inside he was turbulent.
Under pressure, Dao Meridian manifested itself, which was the battle he longed for.
"Well done."
Looking at the countless magic treasures and artifacts in the sky, Feng Jueyu could only be excited and excited.
"Witch God, the time has come. You can go back and rest. Next, let Huang Quan accompany me to fight."
With a low roar, Feng Jueyu sent the Witch God back to the Tiandaozhu, and then a clear long sword with four colors of black light and a black background fell into the palm of his hand.
A middle-grade artifact, the Huangquan Sword, a personal sword that the sword master Wang Daolin relied on in the past when he traveled across two realms.
This level of swordsmanship cannot be said to be very superior, but just because he has followed Wang Daolin for more than a million years, he has acquired a sense of aloofness and madness that belongs exclusively to swordsmen.
A sword is like its master.
Although this sword was given by Wang Daolin, without Wang Daolin's arrogant swordsman style, it would be difficult for Feng Jueyu to control it.
But at this moment, Huangquan Sword seemed to sense the master's war-devouring heart, and it began to sing loudly as if it had its own will.
"Come!"
Feng Jueyu was independent here, without showing his figure. He only waved his sword, and twelve sword intents like meteors rose into the sky, covering the sky.
Boom!
The war started immediately.
But with just one touch, the unfixed meteor, which was combined with the wonders of the Tao that I had realized in the past two days, suddenly burst into unprecedented light.
It's like fire coming from heaven, everything is changing, the sword is crazy, it's like flames burning the sky.
Boom!
The ferocious power exuded by the magic treasure that splashed from the sky collapsed and dispersed like foam all over the sky, turning into billowing smoke and filling the air.
"One... one sword!"
…
At the same time, on the Demon Bone Treasure Ship, the array disk in the sage's hand fell to the ground.
Bang!
That is the Yidi Formation Plate, a personal artifact that the sage master valued most. With this plate in hand, he can master a forbidden magic formation that is enough to kill several powerful people in the eighth-level realm.
But at this time, the array plate fell to the ground, and the sage did not pick it up. Instead, he looked at the messenger next to him and said, "He, what is he doing there?"