The bloody light sprinkled down, and the howling wind of wild sand suddenly seemed to pass by a beautiful rainbow, rich and bloody, which shocked the world.
The purple sword light disappeared from the underground fire formation in the middle palace, and a broken leg stained with dark red blood was thrown out feebly...
"ah!"
Between Zhao Jingmu's hysterical screams, Zhao Jin and the other two Tiangong disciples suddenly froze. There was a loud noise. Zhao Jingmu, the famous sixth-level master of Shengdan, had one of his legs chopped off alive. Is this a dream?
There is no need to discuss how strong the sixth-level master of Shengdan is. With the fourth-level spiritual armor on his body and the best soft armor that covers his whole body, even the third-level black flame sword cannot easily leave even a trace. However, Zhao Jingmu
One of his legs was cut off by Feng Jueyu's sword. What kind of sword was this guy holding?
Could it be the second grade Black Flame?
Even the second-grade Black Flame can't be as easy as cutting tofu, right?
Zhao Jin and the two Ningzhen Realm disciples suddenly fell into a daze, but soon, Zhao Jin woke up, screamed and rushed towards Zhao Jingmu. The team of eleven people was killed and injured, and now only he could
It was time to protect his father, and it was only then that Zhao Jin realized that he was also a master of the third level of elixir creation.
"Father! Feng Jueyu, you bastard, I will fight with you." Zhao Jingmu threw himself on Zhao Jingmu, and Zhao Jin's teeth were about to burst. He was about to fight Feng Jueyu, but Zhao Jingmu grabbed him back.
"Come back, you... are not his opponent..." Zhao Jingmu's leg was not broken in vain. The sword just cut it off. Zhao Jingmu clearly realized that the Yue Jian Baojia on his body was not even able to withstand it, so he threw it away
Not counting Feng Jueyu's sudden increase in strength, it was obvious that he was holding an extremely sharp magic weapon in his hand. If not for this, his leg would not have been broken.
Zhao Jingmu is a shrewd man. His leg has been broken. He has finally woken up. Feng Jueyu's strength has increased sharply. He has learned the formation and has a magic weapon. Of course he is no longer the enemy of himself and others. He
He has already broken a leg. If his son dies again, it will be even worse.
"Father."
"You can't go." Zhao Jingmu shouted angrily while holding on to his last moment of sobriety, and then ordered the other two Ningzhen disciples: "Get back and defend to the death."
"Is it okay to just keep it?"
On the stone peak not far away, Feng Jueyu stood outstandingly, with the tip of his Zique sword pointing diagonally at the ground. He looked majestic and majestic. The wind was roaring around him, and the wind was so strong that it could not harm him in the slightest. The reason was precisely because of what he was doing.
The position where we stand is the center of the main formation.
He had just used the power of the Ten Pills, and both his speed and vitality had experienced a short-term surge, but he still failed to kill Zhao Jingmu. This was an unexpected result for Feng Jueyu, but it didn't matter. He lost a leg. Zhao Jingmu lost a leg.
Their cultivation has been greatly reduced, and there are not many Tiangong disciples left. Only one Zhao Jin is still a defeated general, and it is only a matter of time before he wants to kill them.
At this time, he no longer needs to make sneak attacks in secret, he can stand up and kill Zhao Jin and others by force...
There was a lot of regret in Zhao Jingmu's eyes. He didn't hate Feng Jueyu, but he hated himself. He hated himself for being careless and underestimated Feng Jueyu's strength. He also hated himself for being unconscious for a while and insisting on killing by force. If he had
Stand together and observe the operation of the formation. Maybe you can maintain a stalemate with the opponent even after losing two or three people.
But now, even without the formation, I'm afraid Zhao Jin won't be able to escape even if he wants to.
"Feng Jueyu, you can't kill without a nod, Zhao can give you this life, can you let my son go?" Zhao Jingmu was also a straightforward person, knowing that he couldn't run away, so he began to plead for Zhao Jin.
Feng Jueyu was proud enough to be able to force a master of the sixth level of alchemy to this level, so that the two Tiangong disciples and Zhao Jin were shocked and couldn't believe that this was coming from Zhao Jingmu's mouth, so they looked at it again.
When Feng Jueyu died, he had no other thoughts except fear.
"Let your son go?" Feng Jueyu curled up his lips after hearing this, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world: "Zhao Jingmu, Brother Shi and I just wanted to leave that day. We also helped you to relieve the siege of Tiangong. Xiangdong
Hehe, have you ever thought about letting us go?"
Zhao Jingmu's expression darkened at this rhetorical question: "It seems that you are determined to kill the fish and break the net."
Feng Jueyu shook his head: "The death of the fish is certain, but the net will not be broken. Feng Mou still needs to keep this big net to catch that old bastard in Xiangdong River. Today is just to collect some interest. Zhao Jingmu, I know you
You're stalling for time, so save yourself some trouble..."
At the same time as the words fell, Feng Jueyu had turned into a whirlwind and killed him.
At this time, Zhao Jingmu also burst out with unprecedented astonishing strength. He pushed Zhao Jin aside, crawled on the ground and slapped his hands on the ground angrily. He shot out with a loud bang, turned his palms over and made a series of palm prints.
Condensed from the air, he squeezed his hands toward the center of his chest, and a thunderous snake-like force roared out from his palms.
The moment he made the move, Feng Jueyu's expression suddenly changed. He clearly saw that Zhao Jingmu's lower abdomen suddenly lit up. As the light became more dazzling, Zhao Jingmu's body was flooded with purple-red light...
"This guy is trying his best." Feng Jueyu's body shot out suddenly stopped. The bright light seemed to be the explosion of the core caused by excessive use of true energy. At this time, Zhao Jingmu's strength was probably about to soar, and Feng Jueyu didn't want to take it.
With this kind of immediate loss, trying to fight head-on even though you have the upper hand is asking for trouble. What's more, even if Zhao Jingmu survives this moment, he will probably become crippled in the future. Now that he has achieved his goal, he will bear the hardships and fight with him head-on.
While grinning ferociously, Feng Jueyu turned around, flew into the air, and directed downwards: "Zhao Jingmu, you can play by yourself. Today is just the beginning. When you get to Huangquan, look at it with your eyes wide open. I am here."
How to destroy the Wanyue Heavenly Palace, the fire in the middle palace, turn..."
Feng Jueyu, who had fled far away, no longer stayed. As a member of the main formation, he had noticed that not far away from the formation, a large number of masters were approaching, and at the foot of this barren mountain, the only one who could appear was Wan Wan.
Yuetian Palace's private army.
Therefore, he decisively chose to leave, and before doing so, he rotated the formation again...
This turn cost Zhao Jingmu his life. After more than half an hour of fighting, Wanyue Tiangong suffered heavy casualties. In the end, Zhao Jingmu did not fare well either. Not to mention, he broke a leg. In order to save his son
He risked his life to get a chance to seriously inflict Feng Jueyu, but he didn't expect that the other party would come and withdraw his troops. All the energy spent on elixir core could not be vented, and the fuel was exhausted. In the end, he didn't even touch the corners of his clothes.
arrive.
First defeated, then damaged, then injured, and finally after a breath of energy, all the real energy in Zhao Jingmu's body suddenly collapsed, and he was completely gone in an instant. After that, under Zhao Jin's desperate eyes, Zhao Jingmu watched helplessly
The sky-wide heat wave derived from the transformation of the great formation drowned him, and he was eventually burned into a burning man.
It wasn't until the moment before his death that Zhao Jingmu understood what a terrifying figure Feng Jueyu was. He looked helplessly at Chen Qiudi, who was roaring across the way and came to the rescue. Xue, the second elder of Hua, said when he took his last breath,
He said something: "Junior brother, go back and tell the Supreme Elder that Feng Jueyu cannot be kept..."
"call!"
After saying the last words, Zhao Jingmu finally turned into ashes and could not rest in peace until his death...
"Brother!"
Not far away, elders Chen Qiudi, Chen Luo, Xue and Hua rushed over one after another. They could not see the situation in the formation, but they could tell that there was a very familiar atmosphere inside that was gradually dissipating. When they heard Zhao Jingmu
After the final warning, everyone turned to stone on the spot. Afterwards, Chen Qiudi and others flew into the formation, but they were not as fast as Elder Xue.
"Everyone, be careful, there is a formation ahead."
Xue, the second elder of Hua, who was using the Deep Dark Formation method, had already sensed that something was not good when he arrived. Although he stopped everyone, due to the speed, some of them unexpectedly rushed into the Central Palace Earth Fire Great Hall.
In the formation, the two elders Xue and Hua were no exception. They joined the formation to save people. At the same time, Elder Hua also reminded: "Others should not act rashly. Chen Qiudi will lead people to outflank him from both sides. Don't let him."
Feng Jueyu escaped..."
Shouting like this shows that the minds of the two elders are still very quick, but how did they know that Feng Jueyu, a newbie who is learning the formation, is fundamentally different from ordinary people. Most people just set up a big formation and start thinking about how to introduce people into the formation.
It was hit, but Feng Jueyu was different. This guy had deployed four large formations within a horizontal line, and the other few were not used at all.
As soon as Chen Qiudi nodded, he had already led people to surround him from both sides, but not long after, the screams started to sound continuously.
"There is a formation here..."
"Damn, there's one here too..."
In the underground fire formation in the middle palace, Elders Xue and Hua had just rescued Zhao Jin and two other disciples. When they escaped, they heard screams from all around and were completely shocked.
.
"Damn it, I fell into a trap..."
In fact, it was not a plan at all, it was just that Feng Jueyu had set up a few more formations to prevent someone from going around from both sides. Unexpectedly, he accidentally hit the target and killed a few more clueless green men.
At this moment, all the Tiangong disciples were so angry that they were trembling, but there was nothing they could do...
Then, it took Elders Xue and Hua more than a full time to break through a large underground fire formation in the middle palace, and rescued the wounded from each formation. After counting the number of people, their beards started to blow.
"Sixteen people! This time, sixteen people from the Tiangong Sect died, eight were injured, and they even caught up with Zhao Jingmu..."
After counting the number of people, everyone couldn't believe their eyes. That guy Feng Jueyu actually killed so many people...
"Bastard, Chen will never let you go even if he chases you to the ends of the earth..." Chen Qiudi shouted at the top of his voice on the barren mountain for a long time, but he never saw Feng Jueyu again.