The earth-shattering roar continued to resound, but a certain mountain peak nearby could no longer withstand the terrifying destructive power. Starting from the mountainside, a very long crack opened up and extended to the foot of the mountain.
Not to mention, the land with a radius of hundreds of feet was riddled with holes and turned into a wasteland by the hard impact of the eight sword energies.
"It's scary. A battle of this level is probably rare even in the seventh-level realm."
Some people exclaimed in admiration, their eyes straightened.
If they hadn't quit Laoyuan in advance, I'm afraid they wouldn't even be able to watch that shocking battle now.
With such a powerful Six Paths Sword Code, Feng Jueyu should definitely die now.
Someone is thinking.
Unfortunately, Feng Jueyu did not die.
Not only did he not die.
He also fought his way out from the scattered light and sword energy fragments that filled the sky.
He came out of the dust like a banished immortal in his green robe. He stepped on the wonderful method of flying through the sky with the magic of wind control under his feet, and he held the underworld sword in his hand to kill through the air.
"The Six Sword Codes couldn't kill him. Isn't this guy too perverted?"
The contemporary geniuses of the Night Demon Clan were so nervous that they simply could not believe their eyes.
Not dead?
He is indeed not dead!
The crowd roared.
At the same time, waves of excited shouts of support came from the direction of the Tiangangmen camp, but Feng Jueyu ignored them.
Jin Yuanlin's face turned pale and she felt incredible.
Today, he used his cultivation level of the sixth level to fight against Feng Jueyu, a little reptile of the fourth level. Not only did he not have the chance to take off the opponent's head to exchange for the spiritual path, but he was suppressed by the opponent. Now he will have forbidden power.
It's useless to take out the Six Paths Sword Code.
Where did this little reptile come from?
Why is he so strong?
Poof!
Jin Yuanlin thought in shock, and then she saw a sword light coming, just like the blade that cut off the world, falling on her body.
For just a short moment, Jin Yuanlin seemed completely helpless and did not fight back at all.
But if you think about it, you can understand that even taking out the final trump card of the Six Paths Sword Code cannot kill Feng Jueyu, and she has no ability to resist Feng Jueyu's sword.
The sword light was like the sun, and all the evil spirits retreated. Several golden radiances representing the power of the Tao were wrapped in a sword energy and slashed on her body. Jin Yuanlin did not even feel much pain, and died on the spot.
When the sword light burst out of her body, Jin Yuanlin always maintained a dull expression.
Just like that, he watched his body explode into bloody mud and be thrown into the air.
Just like this, he watched dozens of his souls being strangled into powder by the sword energy.
Just like this, I watched life go away from me.
Jin Yuanlin's Yuanshen, who was lucky enough not to be completely annihilated, finally asked unwillingly and regretfully: "How...how did you do it?"
The radiant soul left the body and hung in the air without escaping.
She didn't understand, very much.
How could a fourth-transformation god-man, who would be considered a middle-to-lower weakling in any force, have such shocking abilities?
"tell me!"
Jin Yuanlin's spirit was twisted, not only did she not run away, she also flew towards Feng Jueyu.
Perhaps he knows that his time has come and there is no possibility of rebirth, and he desperately wants to know why he lost.
At a very close distance, Feng Jueyu stood up with his sword put away, his expression was calm, he moved his lips, and made a sound that only two people could hear.: Bi Mi Lou
"Dao Meridian!"
In that brief moment, Jin Yuanlin got the answer she wanted to know most before she died.
When she heard the last two words spoken by Feng Jueyu, Jin Yuanlin was relieved.
There is no resentment, only regret and a kind of yearning.
"I see……"
Jin Yuanlin murmured to herself.
puff!
The last ray of life was extinguished, and Jin Yuanlin turned into a ball of smoke and disappeared from the world.
Seeing that Jin Yuanlin, who was vying to be the best, was completely destroyed physically and mentally, the six contemporary geniuses present shivered in unison, feeling an inexplicable coldness running down their spines.
Jin Yuanlin, the top genius among contemporary geniuses, still has no chance of winning in front of Feng Jueyu.
Being suppressed and beaten by Feng Jueyu all the way to the end, even after using all kinds of magic weapons, he still didn't escape death, which is enough to prove how terrifying Feng Jueyu's cultivation level is.
"What a powerful boy, old dog. When it comes to fighting alone, we are afraid that no one can be the opponent of this boy."
Grandma Zhan'e clenched the black mahogany stick in her hand, her eyes wandering towards Shopkeeper Kun Dog.
The latter was carrying a huge pot that looked many times bigger than him on his shoulders. He looked solemn for a moment and then made up his mind: "I agree with your judgment as an old woman, let's go together?"
"At this time, why should we care about face?"
Granny Zhan's rickety body sluggishly sluggished, and then without saying anything else, she directly took out the black peach stick in her hand.
Wow!
It was like a sea of ink clouds floated in the sky, blocking the light in this area. The strong evil force set off a violent wind, and countless black peach blossoms fell in the ink clouds.
It was as if a black rain of peach blossoms had fallen, shrouding Feng Jueyu in the center of the battlefield.
The black peach petals were as light as feathers, without any weight, but as sharp as a blade. Even Feng Jueyu's physical strength, which had been polished and tempered by several physical arts and magical powers, could not help but be scratched by the edges of the petals. There was bright red blood seeping out of the skin.
It should be noted that when fighting against Ye Xunzhan, Jin Gongdian, Tiemu Giant Hand, Tiemu Piaoxue, Xiao Bian, Jin Yuanlin and others, Feng Jueyu had not received any damage on his body.
Especially in several confrontations, he also used his body to challenge the inherited secrets and magic of these contemporary geniuses.
As straight as a steel god, indestructible.
But now, this rain of peach petals has injured him, which shows how amazing Granny Zhan's strength is.
Ghost Forest Taoyu, kill!
Formation!
As Granny Zhan'e took action, Feng Jueyu immediately sensed the strange changes in Zhou Xu's barrier. The medium-sized and low-grade sacred stones he had placed on the ground had been obtained by Granny Zhan'e, and she deduced an unpredictable Great Spiritual Stone.
Array.
"Old woman, hold him in check. I'll send him on his way. This boy's cultivation is astonishing. He must have a great creation that is beyond our reach. It belongs to me."
The meatball-like Kun Dog shopkeeper laughed loudly and took action together with Granny Zhan'e.
His fat body moved as fast as thunder, faster than lightning, and was not affected by his weight at all. He took out two weird-looking bone-cutting steel knives from nowhere, the blades shone with frosty silver luster, and there was an unspeakable smell.
The smell of blood.
It seems that in the past countless years, there have been many strong men who have had their bones ripped apart and their flesh removed by these two deboning steel knives.
This is an extremely evil existence, and the giant pot is also famous, with all the human bones and flesh stewed in it.
At the same time, a dazzling sound of breaking wind screamed, and it was Tie Mufeng who wrapped himself in a fat black robe and took action.
The baggage behind this person is inexplicably bulging like a ball, and streams of extremely sharp aura are almost gushing out. No one knows what kind of shocking and sharp magic weapon is hidden inside.
"Damn it, if I don't take action, I'm afraid I won't have a chance."
Seeing three contemporary geniuses taking action together, Xiao Qing, who never wanted to be bullied by others, had a ruthless look on his eyebrows.
After struggling for a moment, he resolutely decided to take action and wait no longer.
In today's battle, Feng Jueyu's brilliance impacted his senses and state of mind one after another, making him pay more attention to it step by step.
Now three contemporary geniuses who are no weaker than Jin Yuanlin take action together, and there are only two results.
Either Tiemu Feng, Granny Zhan'e, and Shopkeeper Kungu join forces to kill Feng Jueyu; or the three of them are killed by Feng Jueyu in public.
Of the two outcomes, he prefers the former.
After all, with the methods of Tiemu Feng, Granny Zhan'e, and Shopkeeper Kungu, as long as the three of them join forces, even the strongest in the seventh-level realm can't say they can easily suppress them.
And once they succeed, he will never have the chance to use Feng Jueyu to prove his Dao.
On the other hand, if the three of them could not gain any advantage by joining forces, then they alone would not be Feng Jueyu's opponent.
So, this is your only chance.
Tear it apart!
Xiao Qing's figure shook and disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already a hundred feet away.
Above his head, a strange dark cloud shrouded, and violent and ferocious silver thunder and lightning raged like a tide. A frost cold spear many feet long appeared in his hand. The powerful momentum then spread out, causing streaks of lightning to appear in the surrounding void.
The scary space crack.
Is the end of the four masters?
No.
When Xiao Qing decided to take action, the two devils from the Nether Demon Ancient Palace also took action together.
Mang Hong and Mang Yin Yin.
Their reason was that the good fortune and secrets of Feng Jueyu could never be taken away by Shopkeeper Kun Dog and Granny Zhan'e.
Mang Hong is known as the Thousand-Handed Demon Son. One of his hands was a pair of artifacts in the Ancient Nether Demon Palace. They are filled with the charm of divine words and the wonders of the Tao derived from countless secrets in the Ancient Nether Demon Palace since ancient times. These two hands can be said to be from the same realm.
Invincible.
In Mang Yinyin's hand was a huge black sword, five feet long, more than a foot longer than a normal sword, and required both hands to hold.
This sword is called "Prayer for Death". It was refined by a great demon king in the Ancient Palace of the Underworld. It is a collection of hell magic gold, black evil volcanic rock, Wuyou copper and jade, and many other heavenly and earthly artifacts from the night demon world.
, and also used three hundred thousand years of Taoism to pioneer and forge the weapon spirit, which can be said to be a first-rate killing weapon among middle-grade artifacts.
Mang Yinyin, nicknamed the Saint Sword Demon.
He is a swordsman genius.
"Mang Hong, please join forces to kill this son first. If anyone dares to seize creation from us, we will kill him immediately."
Mang Yin Yin has an ugly face and a ferocious smile, but she is confident.
"Just what I want."
Mang Hong made a gloomy sound, like a broken bellows roaring on the battlefield.
Six contemporary geniuses, each of whom is no weaker than Jin Yuanlin in cultivation, if they attack together, their power will be astonishing.
This scene happened before their eyes, and the Tiangangmen party couldn't help but gasp. The frightened Nan Yu'er and others didn't know how to deal with it.
Xia Pengzhan's pupils shrank, and a gloomy murderous intent quietly emerged.
His mission is to ensure that nothing happens to Feng Jueyu. With such a killing array, it seems that he must take action.
However, just when Xia Pengzhan had just run out a few steps, a deep-seated voice suddenly rang in his ears.
"Don't make trouble!"
Whoosh!
Xia Pengzhan paused when he heard the sound and stood on the spot.
The person who conveyed the message was actually Feng Jueyu.