In the spring of April, the sea of flowers is like a arrogant, the roads with beautiful water and clear mountains are all covered by lush and continuous vegetation. The breeze is blowing in the fields, raising thousands of willow branches, filled with rich vitality, and caressed by the wind.
The season is full of joy...
Thousands of vermilion drops fall from the clouds in the ancient mountains, dyeing them with red clouds, making the clouds and mountains look extraordinarily beautiful...
Suddenly, a figure flashed through the air and fell straight to the earth, breaking the tranquil atmosphere of spring flowers blooming and the scorching sun. The figure carried a blood rainbow like a thick ink and colorful colors, as if a fallen god fell from the sky and fell to the earth.
It caused an inexplicable sensation.
Yin Congfu is definitely not a god, but in the eyes of the disciples of Tiangong Mountain, even calling him a god is not an exaggeration. The powerful strength of the fourth level of Lingxu seems to be the first in the periphery of the grand plan. It is a pity that such an astonishing cultivation level,
But he accidentally broke his wings at the foot of Tiangong Mountain. Those ten thousand vermilion points were not cherry red maple chrysanthemums, but his spurting blood.
In an instant, the foot of Tiangong Mountain was drowned in exclamations. No one would have thought that Yin Congfu, who had such a level of cultivation, would eventually be defeated at the hands of Feng Jueyu.
Looking at Yin Congfu whizzing past and falling into the forest, the foot of Wanyue Tiangong Mountain suddenly fell into a deathly silence.
"Lost." Xiang Donghe couldn't believe his eyes. Even if he saw it with his own eyes, he couldn't believe it. Yin Congfu's method was so brilliant, but in the end his skills were still inferior. So what would become of Feng Jueyu?
What a terrifying level.
The Lingxu realm is originally a process from refining Qi to transform into a god to refining a god to return to the void. Especially starting from the third level to the fourth level, each level is extremely difficult and the gap is huge. The third level of Lingxu faces Lingxu.
The fourth level Lingxu has no qualifications to take action at all. The fourth level Lingxu faces the fifth level Lingxu. The same is true. The same realm is completely different.
Just like adults and children, no matter how hard the child exerts himself, he cannot cause harm to the adult.
This is the case after reaching the fourth level of Lingxu.
It's just that the two people in front of them are still far behind the fifth level of Lingxu. In this way, it is extremely difficult to distinguish the winner. Feng Jueyu, who had just been defeated by Yin Congfu's two special skills, was almost about to surrender.
, who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, Feng Jueyu would make another strong comeback.
That palm that split the sky and split the earth was like a muffled thunder falling on Xiang Donghe's heart, directly extinguishing all his hopes.
He knew that Yin Congfu didn't deliberately let the situation slip. He lost, and he lost at the hands of Feng Jueyu.
The mountain wind blows, blowing on the handsome face full of fortitude and pride. At this moment, the white clothes and jade face are like a brand, finally engraved on everyone's heart.
At this time, people just realized that the boy who was hunted down like a lost dog by the major royal families a few years ago could now command a party and make countless people fear him.
Now Feng Jueyu seems to be the number one master of Hongtu’s peripherals...
"I lost." Yin Congfu's weak voice of resignation rang out in the dense mountain forest. His tone was filled with decadence and helplessness, as well as a sense of regret for ninety years of seclusion. He originally thought that even if his talent was not as good as others, he would have to rely on hard work to achieve it.
He has mastered the top peripheral skills, but only now does he realize how insignificant his thoughts are.
The world is so vast that capable people can emerge in large numbers. At this moment, Yin Confu's tone revealed endless sadness, and in the end, he even had no intention of showing up.
"According to the agreement, Xiang Donghe is at your disposal." Yin Congfu no longer appeared, seemingly standing in the fallen woods and talking to Feng Jueyu in the air. Halfway through, he sighed faintly and said to Xiang Donghe
He said: "Junior brother, I did my best for my brother."
"I know." A fierce look flashed across Xiang Donghe's face, as if he knew the meaning of returning to life after death. He reluctantly stood up from the ground, and all his cultivation had been wiped out by Feng Jueyu.
At this time, he reluctantly stood up and coughed up a mouthful of blood due to the injury.
Then his eyes widened and he said loudly: "Brother, I hope to remember what you promised me."
A sad reply came from the woods: "I remember and I will do it."
"I can die with peace of mind for my brother." Xiang Donghe resolutely took two steps forward, raised his head slightly, pointed his eyes full of hatred at Feng Jueyu, and laughed loudly: "Feng Jueyu
Jueyu, I finally lost, I lost in your hands. I am willing to do so this time, haha, but don’t be happy too early. Killers will always be killed. One day, you will be the same as me.
If you end up like this, Feng Jueyu, I don’t need you to take action, I will end it on my own..."
After saying that, Xiang Donghe covered his chest and stared, a surge of true energy burst out from his dantian. This time the emergence of true energy was not a sneak attack, but bursting out from the inside out.
, as the Supreme Elder of Wanyue Tiangong, Xiang Donghe’s methods are indeed extraordinary. Even if he is seriously injured, he can still control the vitality in his body to produce arbitrary effects in a restricted state.
This time he self-destructed his Dantian, shattering his internal organs into pieces, but his physical body remained intact and fell straight to the ground.
His two eyes widened with anger, and his blood vessels burst and died. Until he died, he still stared at Feng Jueyu closely, as if the hatred in his heart turned into an infinite curse and was projected on Feng Jueyu.
The gentle breeze blew by, and there was no crying scene at the foot of Tiangong Mountain. Instead, they fell into an unprecedented emptiness and loneliness. When everyone recalled Xiang Donghe's life, there was no halo around him, but in the end, they could not escape the tragedy of being destroyed by the enemy.
In the end, at his age, he could actually live for at least fifty years. In these fifty years, he could definitely reach the point of increasing his strength and longevity, but he still died, in Feng Jueyu's hands.
Those who kill will always be killed.
His words seem to still echo in the hearts of all warriors, this is the grand world of iron-blooded grudges.
"Come here, please send Elder Xiang's body back to Wanyue Heavenly Palace for a safe burial..." A moment later, Yin Congfu's sad whistle came from the woods, slowly echoing, filled with endless sadness and remembrance. p>
Several elders from Wanyue Tiangong rushed over without hesitation, lifted Xiang Donghe's body, leaped several times, and disappeared outside the white clouds...
"Master Feng, are you satisfied?"
Floating high under the scorching sun, Feng Jueyu nodded silently and said loudly: "Satisfied, I hope Elder Yin will remember today's promise. Within three years, he will not step across the border of Beiwangpo and say goodbye."<
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Feng Jueyu responded, and immediately stood up and flew out of Wanyue Ancient City. After a while, the 20,000 Zhou Nan martial arts cultivators receded like the tide.
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Half an hour later, after Zhou Nan's army retreated, several elders found Yin Congfu in the woods. They didn't understand why Elder Yin only suffered some internal injuries and never appeared again. When they entered the woods and took a look,
Then the color suddenly changed.
In the woods, Yin Congfu was already sitting like a rotten tree leaning against the roots of a big tree. His face was so pale that there was no trace of blood, and his entire right arm was hanging by his side, as if it was a comminuted fracture.
His aura is not as good as before. His beard and hair are messy and he looks haggard. If you don't know him, you can't tell from him that he has the fourth level of Lingxu and controls almost thousands of masters in Qianhong Mountain.
Style.
"Elder Yin." Several elders rushed over and stopped next to Yin Congfu.
Yin Congfu reluctantly raised his left hand to stop everyone, and said with a weak breath: "Don't come over, I won't die yet."
Everyone was silent. Although Yin Congfu said that he could not die, his injuries were more serious than imagined. At this moment, he actually had no strength to stand up.
Turning his eyes to the empty ancient city, Yin Congfu coughed a few times, and then sighed lightly: "I didn't expect that such a genius would appear in the great world. Is God going to destroy my Wanyue Celestial Palace?" He murmured to himself, feeling sad in his heart. After a long time, he said to everyone: "Send the order to recall all the disciples of Wanyue Tiangong. Within three years, no one is allowed to set foot anywhere outside the Tiangong. You all go back to the mountain first.
I have to recuperate here for a while before returning to the mountain on my own..."
After this order was passed down, everyone fell silent. They finally knew that Yin Congfu's injury was far more serious than imagined. It seemed that he didn't want to come forward just now, but that he really had no ability to move.<
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Subconsciously, countless eyes looked towards the direction Feng Jueyu left, and the strong fear instantly spread in everyone's heart.
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Outside the ancient city, a group of masters flew across the sky. The leader was white-clothed and stained with blood, and his face was slightly pale. He was obviously seriously injured. After flying for a while, Feng Jueyu's internal organs suddenly moved, and with a sound, he spurted out.
He took a bite of the blood arrow and almost fell from the air.
Fortunately, Long Yanyan's eyes were quick and his hands were quick. He passed by with a whoosh and held Feng Jueyu up: "Master, you..."
Feng Jueyu lowered his eyes slightly and waved his hand gently to signal Long Yan not to make a fuss, and then said: "Don't make it public. Don't spread the news about my injury."
Xu Ningzhong followed and said unexpectedly: "Mr. Feng, are you injured?"
Feng Jueyu nodded and replied unequivocally: "I didn't expect that Qianhong Mountain would have such a master. If I hadn't been seriously injured, do you think I would have left easily?"
Everyone was slightly shocked. Now in their hearts, Feng Jueyu is equivalent to the best master in the world. Such a powerful skill has been injured by Yin Congfu. That Yin Congfu's strength cannot be underestimated.
Seeing everyone's slightly changed expressions, Feng Jueyu roughly guessed the worries in their hearts and said with a smile: "Don't make a fuss. Although I was injured, Yin Congfu was not having a hard time. His injury was much more serious than mine.
, Ha, Sect Leader Xu, Long Yan and I will go back to Jinlan Sect first, and you and others will rush back later. Don’t spread the news about my injury. In addition, Zhounan Territory will be left to you to take care of for the time being."
After saying that, Feng Jueyu winked at Long Yan, and the two quickly left the Wanyue Tiangong...