Stopping at the bottom of the mountain, when Feng Jueyu activated the power of Dongyu again, it was like a green blade unsheathed, and the sword pressed against Kunlun.
The terrifying cave power in his body was like a hurricane sweeping across the sky, sweeping in all directions. At that moment, the color of the sky and the earth changed, causing the mountains to resonate and make a huge sound of torrents and thunder.
This move caused countless people to change their minds.
You must know that he had just completed a classic battle with a peak-level eighth-level warrior that could be called a textbook.
Even if they fight against gods and men of the same realm, it will consume a lot of energy and it will be difficult to withstand the next battle.
But he, as if nothing was wrong, did not wait for Qi Yuyan to attack, and took the lead to burst out with astonishing will and potential.
This feels very unreal.
Could it be that this guy doesn't know how to write the word "tired", so how can he have such a big momentum?
Stopping at the bottom of the mountain, smoke and dust were billowing, and the torrent of power that destroyed the world was raging freely.
The foot of the mountain has long been razed to the ground.
The twelve sword guards who besieged him seemed to be greatly touched. Their expressions changed from expressionless at the beginning to expressions of surprise.
Even Qi Yuyan was slightly startled, intimidated by Feng Jueyu's momentum.
"What a kid who doesn't care about life and death, but he still has such huge power in his body. If so, let's send him on his way."
Qi Yuyan said that he wanted to kill Feng Jueyu himself, but in fact he had no interest in fighting with Feng Jueyu.
This stems from his deep-rooted pride as a Nine-turn Divine Man.
"Do it!"
Waving his sleeves, Qi Yuyan rose into the air, retreated to a hill not far away, and watched the enemy plunder.
The twelve sword guards he brought with him, after giving the order, fiercely headed towards Feng Jueyu to kill him.
"kill!"
"here we go!"
Accompanied by the earth-shattering cry of killing, the Twelve Sword Guards simultaneously danced their green steel swords, unleashing hundreds and thousands of unparalleled sharp green steel sword auras.
If you look carefully, the sword energy pours out like a tidal wave, as powerful as a violent wave, layer upon layer, endless.
Almost as soon as he took action, the open space at the foot of the mountain was covered with sword energy.
The dazzling sword energy intertwined with the laws of the great road, and the power of the heavenly rules criss-crossed, like a great net of heavenly punishment, blocking all Feng Jueyu's attacks and retreats.
It was really overwhelming, with no way to retreat, and no way to advance.
Under the sword energy, the stars were bright, the rays of the sun were intertwined, and it was airtight. The earth was like a canvas, torn into pieces by the ferocious torrent of sword energy, collapsing and flying.
The momentum was much greater than when Li Miaoxian and Feng Jueyu fought.
"The yin and yang rotate, the stars are densely covered, what a small star sword array."
The Wanxing Palace originated from an ancient clan in the Second Heaven and has a profound Taoist inheritance and Taoist heritage.
As far as the first level of heaven is concerned, a strong person of rank eight is enough to conquer the world.
But from the perspective of Wanxing Palace, creating an eighth-turn god-man is simply a trivial matter.
These twelve sword guards were brought out by Qi Yuyan from the Taoist Court of Ten Thousand Stars Palace in the Second Heaven. Each one of them is a peerless genius.
The techniques they practice are also the secret techniques passed down from the ancestors of Wanxing Palace, among which they are specially trained for the combined fencing formation.
The Little Star Yuan Sword Formation is one of their specialties.
It is no exaggeration to say that if you pick one of the twelve sword guards at random, perhaps they are not as stunning and talented as Xu Lei and Li Miaoxian.
But as long as they attack together, even Xu Lei and Li Miaoxian can't survive fifty moves.
This is the foundation of the Second Heaven Taoism.
The sword energy is like a torrent, mighty and invincible.
At this moment, no one believed that Feng Jueyu could escape unscathed.
Not even if he is the most amazing genius in the past 100,000 years.
The war began, and everyone's hearts were in their throats.
Only Feng Jueyu looked as calm as before.
He didn't look at the Twelve Sword Guards at all, his eyes were always on Qi Yuyan.
"Sit on the wall and watch? See if you can sit still."
Turning his eyes, Feng Jueyu moved.
A flash of light suddenly appeared, and the person disappeared on the spot.
Amid the sword energy, I saw him floating away like a swallow sliding on water or a crane dancing in the clouds. His movements seemed to be swift, but in fact he moved like wind and thunder.
boom!
Light and shadow flickered, appearing and disappearing suddenly. When Feng Jueyu appeared again, he was already behind a sword guard with a strength of Rank 8.
Feng Jueyu dropped his palm, which was as bright as a galaxy and dazzling. Then a large amount of sword energy erupted from his palm, reaching the sword guard's back heart.
Bang!
A thunderous roar stopped at the bottom of the mountain. Half of the sword guard's body was hit until it burst into pink blood, and blood spattered wildly. The man staggered forward two steps, You Zi couldn't believe that he had been ambushed.
It's strange to say that the Xiaoxingyuan Sword Formation is a top-notch combination attack formation they have been practicing day and night. Once it is launched, there is no flaw. When did Feng Jueyu come behind him?
After thinking about these questions, the sword guard fell to the ground and died, and the blue steel sword in his hand was still buzzing.
"this……"
The people who thought that Feng Jueyu had finally encountered an unprecedented blockade were dumbfounded, but before they could recover, another sword guard was punched to the ground.
This man stabbed out several swords before he died, and all of them fell on Feng Jueyu, leaving several sword wounds on his body and bleeding profusely.
But Feng Jueyu didn't care at all. His palm was as powerful as thunder, and he pressed down with a bang, smashing the man's head into pieces like a watermelon.
Immediately afterwards, Feng Jueyu galloped back and forth in the sword formation like a demon who was madly harvesting lives.
Almost every few breaths, a sword guard would fall to the ground, either with his head missing or his body exploding to death.
No exceptions.
In just a few moments, Feng Jueyu killed people like chickens, and eight of the twelve sword guards were dead.
As for the small Xingyuan Sword Formation, it was no longer possible to form it. The remaining four people looked around with fear on their faces, fearing that they would be the next to die.
Qi Yuyan had already stood up from the mountain, his expression serious and angry, even more confused and puzzled.
These twelve people are masters who have been carefully selected by themselves, and each of them has spent a lot of effort training.
It is no exaggeration to say that if they are allowed to travel, it won't be long before they have a place on the list of contemporary geniuses, or even the list of unparalleled geniuses.
What's more, they teamed up to use the Little Star Sword Formation.
But all this was like paper in front of Feng Jueyu, and it fell apart in less than a moment.
Eight of the Twelve Sword Guards were killed and wounded, and the remaining four were overwhelmed by fear and were simply vulnerable to a single blow.
Dead silence everywhere!
The crowd of onlookers standing around Zhibu Mountain had already been frightened by Feng Jueyu's brave behavior and could not even speak.
Before, many people thought that Feng Jueyu was inevitable.
But now, they saw an incredible scene of counterattack.
This Feng Jueyu is indeed not a human being.
Simply devilish!
In the woods to the north, Guo Yan, Mo Wen and the boss, Xu Mo, who had been following Feng Jueyu for many years, stared as if they had seen a ghost.
"When did this guy become so domineering?"
Although he had witnessed Li Miaoxian's tragic death before, Xu Mo felt that the scene at this moment was far more terrifying than the previous battle.
He has been tracking Feng Jueyu for more than two thousand years, but he has never seen the other party take action with his own eyes.
This is the first time.
That feeling of having your cognition subverted is simply not too bad.
"Is this the power of the Golden Scale Ghost Dragon Armor?"
Guo Yan also found it incredible. He regarded himself as a genius, but he always couldn't tolerate others in his eyes.
But as soon as Feng Jueyu took action, he knew that he was far inferior.
Mo Wen was even more stunned.
Back when he was at the Knocking Heart Bridge, he had experienced firsthand the terror of Feng Jueyu, but compared to that time, Feng Jueyu now seemed to be a completely different person.
"It must be the golden scale ghost dragon armor. Although the armor is extremely heavy, it can absorb the murderous desire and continuously increase the fighting power of gods and men without any end. If not, how could the Twelve Sword Guards miss it?"
"Really? Are you sure?" Guo Yan stared at Mo Wen.
Mo Wen was immediately speechless.
Sure?
How dare he?
On the other side, the six elders of Juesha had strange expressions on their faces, and their eyes crossed each other, unable to conceal their surprise.
"What kind of skill did this kid practice? Kill twelve sword guards with bare hands? We can't do this, can we?" Huang Ju, the fourth child, was extremely surprised and shook his head repeatedly.
"There is something weird about this kid, and we can't treat it with common sense."
Grandma Liuhe's hands were shaking.
Needless to say, the scene just now was horrific.
Among the twelve rank eight powerhouses, the strongest ones all have peak rank eight cultivation levels, but in front of Feng Jueyu, they are as vulnerable as dregs of tofu.
How can anyone believe it?
Wan Shentong opened his dim old eyes for the first time, and his brilliance shone brightly: "With such skill, the ordinary eighth-level peak is no longer his opponent, and the death of the sixth man is not unjust!"
This was the first time he gave Feng Jueyu a positive evaluation.
But at this time, Lu Fangshi, who never liked to talk much, said: "This boy has a big secret, and his body refining skills are very good. I suspect that he has been staying in Xinglu and refused to
"Leaving doesn't mean that you can't leave, but that you deliberately refuse to leave."
"What's the meaning?"
Huang Ju, unlike in ancient times, Grandma Liuhe and others looked over one after another.
Lu Fangshi's lips curved slightly, and he said with a sinister smile: "Don't you understand? He is only in the seventh rank, but he is reluctant to use the divine weapon when he meets his opponent. When he just faced the Twelve Sword Guards, he would do it every time.
He was beaten hard with his physical body, knowing that he would be hurt, but he refused to avoid it, why?"
Everyone was startled, thinking back to just now, is this really the case?
Wan Shentong's eyes narrowed again, but his gaze was full of sinisterness: "You mean, he deliberately used these so-called opponents to sharpen his physique?"
Lu Fangshi pointed a finger at Feng Jueyu and said, "Just look at the injuries on his body and you'll know!"
Everyone turned their heads, and when they saw it, they were all shocked.
Twelve Sword Guard Feng Jueyu killed eight people in a row and suffered extremely serious sword wounds, with a total of more than twenty. No one will forget that bloody experience.
But now, most of those sword wounds have healed and scarred, and not a single part is still bleeding.
what does that mean?
Obviously, this scene means that Feng Jueyu's physical abnormality is terrifying.
Isn't it terrifying that the injuries left by the eighth-level god-man can be restored to the original state in a blink of an eye?
"You think, if Qi Yuyan goes off in person, will he be his opponent?"
Lu Fangshi finally raised a question.
But this question, which seemed easy to answer, suddenly stumped Jue Sha Wu Lao.