When the secret of the formation appeared, the battlefield once again fell into a shocking silence.
No one expected that such a chaotic area would actually hide a huge formation.
The eleven contemporary geniuses were frightened out of their wits and did not expect to encounter such an encounter. When they scattered and fled, they escaped into the changes in formations, as if they had fallen into a vast and empty maze, and they lost their way for a while.
"How could this happen? Why is there a formation here?"
"Who did it? Could it be that the formation master of Tiangang Sect arranged it in advance last night?"
"Damn it, that guy inside is not a human at all, kill him quickly."
"..."
Eleven contemporary geniuses got into a mess and rushed towards the outside of the formation desperately.
But they have no idea who the master of this formation is. He is a master of the formation who can even master the Thousand Machine Thunder Formation.
When Feng Jueyu was fighting just now, he prepared a set of formations on this battlefield in order to unleash his full potential at the critical moment.
You must know that formation formation is also a kind of practice. When a great formation master encounters a crisis, he can fully deduce the changes in formation and comprehend the wonders of the great way from heaven and earth.
Without these trump cards, how could he dare to single-handedly challenge the contemporary geniuses of the four blood-headed tribes?
The formation only locks away enemies.
Feng Jueyu is like light and lightning, traveling in all directions, raising his sword and dropping it, saying goodbye to this world with a bloody life.
In just a short moment, all eleven contemporary geniuses were killed by him under the great formation.
Twenty-two people could not hold a stick of incense and all died in the battle.
At that moment, Xiao Qing arrived with no end in sight. At this time, Feng Jueyu stood proudly at the foot of Mao'erling Mountain in a completely victorious manner, with no one able to sharpen his edge.
At that time, before the geniuses of the Tiangang Sect could react, the battlefield created a world of its own and killed twenty contemporary geniuses from the four blood-headed clans. It was extremely bloody.
At that time, several geniuses from the Night Demon Clan who were hiding in the dark showed frightened and shocked faces, unable to deduce Feng Jueyu's true background from that battlefield.
At that time——
Everyone was stunned, standing on the ground like sculptures.
I don’t know how long it took, but waves of horrified exclamations spread throughout the Tiangangmen camp.
"God, this guy is so ruthless. He killed twenty-two geniuses from the Night Demon Clan by himself. Those guys are all strong men at the sixth level at least."
"Formation, that's a formation. This kid actually quietly arranged a formation during the battle. I didn't even notice it at all."
"Amazing, absolutely amazing. From today on, the words Feng Jueyu will resound throughout the Tiangang Gate, no, in the spirit world."
"..."
Each sigh represents the shocked mood of each contemporary genius.
They no longer had the mentality of giving advice and evaluation as they did at first. Instead, they seemed to be stuck in a quagmire and could not extricate themselves. They only followed the decisive Feng Jueyu all the way to observe the changes in the battlefield. Waiting for them to come back to their senses.
It was then discovered that Feng Jueyu had wiped out all the enemies on that battlefield, leaving no one alive.
"The style of a swordsman should be like this."
Some people praised him as a young man in brocade robes, with extraordinary bearing and elegant attitude, but his eyes showed deep envy.
"More than that." A young woman stepped forward and said, "Junior Brother Feng's magical true seal may have been passed down by the sect master."
"And his swordsmanship is by no means an ordinary inherited swordsmanship. I saw the Sword Master Elder Wang Daolin's Sumeru Aurora Sword Intent in it."
Elder Wang!
Everyone was speechless.
Feng Jueyu had previously revealed his skills in the Qingtian Great Talisman, which made people think that he was a disciple of Fawu Xianzun.
But in the blink of an eye, he used the Huanmiao True Seal, one of the top ten secrets of Tiangang Sect.
Now someone has discovered that his inherited swordsmanship contains the Xumi Aurora Sword Intent.
Could it be...
"He has learned the unique skills of the three elders and is very familiar with them. Could it be that he worshiped the three elders as his teachers?"
With this information compiled, countless people's mentality exploded, and at this time, Yan Jiuling dropped another bombshell.
"You just know it now? There is another rumor, I wonder if you have heard of it."
Yanyu, Lu Feng, and Qingying had black lines all over their heads. They probably guessed what this guy was going to say.
"Tell me, what else did he do?"
Yan Jiuling chuckled: "Not long ago, at the Aomori ruins, in front of Canghai Palace..."
Yan Jiuling told everyone everything that happened in front of the Canghai Palace that day in the shortest possible terms.
In public, the geniuses learned that Feng Jueyu was the one who took the place of one of the Eight Thousand Machines in front of the Canghai Palace that day and took charge of the Canghai Palace to repel a group of rank 8 and rank 9 experts led by Old Monster Youhe and Jiao Qinghu.
At that time, all the contemporary geniuses present were dumbfounded. Bi Jianlou
"It turns out that person is him..."
"I know, I have heard that it is said that a disciple who was in the lower realm of the fourth rank helped the seniors of Qian Ji Ba Zi to turn the tide that day. It turned out to be Junior Brother Feng."
"Oh my god, what kind of talent can create such a magnificent genius, I can't wait to be inferior to him."
Not far away, Huang Feihe's face turned green. He gritted his teeth and cursed: "Yan Jiuling, you are such a sinister villain. If you knew he was that person, why would you bet against me?"
Huang Feihe's heart was bleeding. Together with Yan Jiuling, he had known the details of Feng Jueyu for a long time, but he chose not to say anything, tricking himself into betting against him, causing him to lose a rare divine treasure.
But Yan Jiuling curled his lips and said: "Senior Brother Huang, you have wronged me. When did I never say it? I wanted to say that you stopped me. What's more, I acted like that just now. I just said it."
, would you believe it?”
Huang Feihe was speechless for a moment.
That's right, Yan Jiuling had previously said that Feng Jueyu had heads rolling in the head of the Eighteen-Lin Crow Ghosts he killed yesterday, but he didn't believe it. Then let's talk about Canghai Palace, and he probably wouldn't believe it either.
Everyone has a lot of emotions.
A supreme genius who combines the art of swordsmanship, spells, seals, and formations. He has the strength to single-handedly kill twenty-two contemporary geniuses of the Night Demon clan, but he is a low-ranking disciple who is only at the fourth level.
this……
Who would believe it?
I don’t even believe it.
But unfortunately, it is true.
Everyone felt that their minds were confused.
At the right time, huge chaos also occurred in the Night Demon clan camp.
Twenty-two contemporary geniuses were slaughtered one by one, but no one could escape Feng Jueyu's clutches. All the gods and men of the Night Demon Clan now regarded Feng Jueyu as a jackal, a tiger and a leopard, and could not be killed without fighting.
The undefeated madman was in chaos for a while.
Such movement attracted many people to stop and watch, and some people who had seen Feng Jueyu searched for the fragmented and unreal distant chapter from the deep sea of memory.
"Brother Jin, are you familiar with his swordsmanship?"
"Don't tell me, it was still unfamiliar when I first saw it. The more I see it now, the more I feel like I have seen it before somewhere."
"Think about it, 30,000 years ago, we escorted the Moon Shadow Cave Master..."
"Are you talking about that accident? When I think about it, it is indeed very similar."
"I will never forget this sword technique and sword intention..."
"Haha, we are lucky. If he is that person, we will definitely get a big reward from the Demon King."
On the other side, in a dark corner, a Linwu ghost messenger walked over, captured the two people who were making a lot of noise, and interrogated them.
After learning the reason, I was horrified and quickly ran behind Ye Xukong to report the truth.
"What did you say?"
Ye Xunkong, who was focused on Feng Jueyu's special skills, was shocked after hearing the news: "Did you make a mistake?"
"Yes, unless there is something wrong with the memory of those two people."
"Good guy, you really can't find anything after wearing iron shoes. Take your people and follow me."
Ye Xunkong, a leader among contemporary geniuses, no longer wants to wait.
At this time, several contemporary geniuses like him who were hiding in secret also walked out of the crowd and slowly approached the battlefield.
Ye Xunkong paused and suddenly said loudly: "Everyone, please give me Ye Xunkong a face. Leave that kid on the field to me. The Linwu lineage will not be very grateful."
Several contemporary geniuses whose strength far surpassed that of Tiemu Piaoxue and Xiao Bian were stunned and slowly backed away.
They are not afraid of Ye Xunkong. In terms of strength, they are evenly matched with Ye Xunkong.
But they have to be wary of the group of Linwu ghosts behind Ye Xunkong. Those people are all second-class ghosts. Their weakest strength is in the middle level of rank six, and they are proficient in the avenue of assassination, making them extremely difficult to deal with.
Among the four blood-headed tribes, the Linwu ghosts are as difficult to deal with as the devils of the Mang tribe. These two groups are a nightmare even in the eyes of the elders of the four blood-headed tribes.
Although all the geniuses were unwilling, they all retreated.
But only three of them did not sell Ye Xungong's account.
"Ye Xunkong, you are so courageous. With just one word of yours, the geniuses of our generation dare not let go. You are so majestic."
The person who spoke was a tall and thin man wearing a black gold rolling robe. His appearance was not worth mentioning, and he had the unique stubbornness of the Daredevil. However, there was a fire talisman in the middle of his forehead, which seemed to be alive and burning wantonly.
, the divine brilliance of the flame penetrates the human heart, and just one look at it makes one feel like one is falling into a hell of fire, burning one's mind.
This person's name is Mang Yuan, a contemporary genius of the Mang clan. He comes from the Ancient Nether Demon Palace and is known as the "Dugu Demon Son". In terms of his ability to fight alone head-on, he is still ahead of Ye Xunkong.
In addition to Mang Yuan, there are two contemporary geniuses of the Mang clan, one male and one female.
The man was about the same age as Mang Yuan. He wore a devil mask on his face and couldn't see his appearance clearly, but his hands were covered with ancient divine runes.
These hands were as flawless as jade, but there was a hint of sinister and pale color. When the fingers moved, it seemed that all kinds of wonderful spiritual charms flickered between the fingers and the back of the palm, which was extremely strange.
This person's name is Mang Hong, Mang Yuan's clan brother, nicknamed "Thousand-Hand Demon Son", and he is also a demon son of the Ancient Underworld Palace.
As for that woman, her appearance is indescribable. She has a long face, round eyes, a lying nose, and a very crooked mouth. Perhaps in the eyes of the Night Demon, she has an appearance that is like a fish and a goose. But among humans, the only word ugly can be said.
It's just that this woman exuded a fierce and menacing aura. Hanging from her waist was a five-foot long sword with a heavy blade and a heavy handle. It was a divine blade that could be wielded with both hands.
On the divine blade, there are dazzling demonic stars and rune patterns as deep as ink, all over the blade.
Mang Yinyin, the outstanding swordsman genius among the Mang tribe, is known as the Saint Sword Demon.