The water warrior's cultivation level is indeed not low. Before Feng Jueyu returned, the three water warriors had already shown their strength in front of the people in Hongtu Martial Arts. These three people fought against Yu Wenchen and Long Xiaotian alone.
, Zhang Yuanze and his like were not afraid, and even as time went by, the three of them gained the upper hand and gradually took control of the situation where the entire Zhounan Realm was about to be destroyed.
With three water warriors and the huge sea beast of the canal, the warriors in Zhounan Realm are somewhat weaker than Wanyue Tiangong in terms of morale, so naturally it is impossible to turn defeat into victory...
But the sudden palm of this water warrior once again caused countless screams. The momentum of that palm seemed ordinary, but in fact it was powerful. When the palm was turned, it stirred up a crashing sound, like a curtain of rain.
As soon as it fell, the surrounding temperature dropped sharply, and little bits of crystal frost seemed to have condensed on Shuilishi's body...
This is the power of water spiritual magic...
Feng Jueyu showed a look of surprise, but he did not avoid it. Instead, he still maintained a calm and calm pace, and just like that, Tai Ruo walked into the rain curtain naturally.
The rain curtain suddenly expanded, and the rain poured out from the sky. The dewdrops turned into watermark-like palm shadows and patted hard towards Feng Jueyu.
When the invisible spiritual power turned into tangible rain and dew palm prints, it immediately aroused a cry. You must know that in the previous battles, this water warrior has never demonstrated such miraculous martial arts.
, It turns out that this is all his strength. If Shuilishi had used all his strength just now, Zhang Yuanze might not be able to hold Feng Jueyu back to help.
Looking at the shocking incident, the hearts of the martial arts practitioners outside Hongtu quickly rose to their throats. Zhang Yuanze, Yu Wenchen and others all shivered with lingering fear and began to worry about Feng Jueyu.
Zhang Yuanze sucked the air between his teeth and hissed: "This person is really powerful. How on earth did Ning Yao ever find these guys?"
There was obvious worry in Yu Wenchen's tone, and he nodded: "I don't know how far the Wind Saint Emperor is compared with him. I'm afraid I won't escape death in today's battle. Brother Zhang, what do you think we should do?" As a spirit
As the Holy Emperor of his clan, Yu Wenchen suddenly felt that he was incompetent.
Zhang Yuanze sighed and said helplessly: "There is no other way. We can only wait for a miracle to appear. I hope Feng Sheng Emperor can turn the tide, otherwise..." Halfway through, Zhang Yuanze sighed heavily again. It can be seen that he is very disappointed with Feng Shenghuang.
Jueyu's expectations are not much higher.
It can be imagined that the last time Feng Jueyu and Zhang Yuanze met was not that long ago. Although the cultivation level shown by the former at that time was enough to impress Zhang Yuanze and regard him as a respectable master with comparable strength, it was far inferior to that of Zhang Yuanze.
Not as good as this water warrior.
Only a few days have passed. If you are full of confidence in Feng Jueyu just because he has created countless miracles, it would be too blind. After all, even a god cannot improve again in such a short period of time.
Thinking like this, Zhang Yuanze didn't even dare to look at the fight between the two. However, what was unbelievable was that at the next moment, everyone once again let out a cry of shock that was even more shocking than when they saw the rain curtain.
Hearing the exclamations, Zhang Yuanze raised his head in shock and saw Feng Jueyu stepping into the rain curtain. He raised his head and stared without urgency. His hands were still behind his back, seemingly ignoring the dew-like palm prints.
At the same time as the palm prints fell, the corners of Feng Jueyu's mouth curved up in disdain, and a clear sarcastic voice came from his mouth.
"Ignorant rat, you are not worthy of fighting with me, get out..."
While he was drinking softly, a surging sound wave suddenly erupted from Feng Jueyu's mouth. The sound wave not only caused a deafening trembling, but also a powerful heat wave radiated from his body...
The power of this heat wave far exceeded that of the rain-curtain palm prints. In just the blink of an eye, the palm prints all over the sky turned into water vapor, slowly curling up in the clouds and mist...
The tyrannical attack prepared by Water Force became weak in front of Feng Jueyu, as if what he walked into was not a rain curtain of palm power shrouded in spiritual power, but a light rain in autumn...
As the rolling heat wave swept away, Shuilishi suddenly felt an extremely terrifying force coming in front of him. Suddenly, Shuilishi's eyes were filled with fear, and everything in front of him seemed to have disappeared. Feng Jueyu and those behind him
Zhou Nan Wuxiu disappeared at the same time in the next moment.
Instead, there was a boundless white sea of fire. The countless beating flame elves emitted the energy that burned the sky and boiled the sea. His weak water spirit magic power was nothing in front of the boundless sea of fire, and was boiled to pieces in an instant.
Jing, let alone display its due power, even if it is close to Feng Jueyu, it will not work.
"Peng!"
The fire wave crashed in, and the rain curtain instantly turned into a steaming cloud, which was then dispersed by Feng Jueyu's powerful divine power. Shuilishi felt as if his chest had been hit hard by a sledgehammer, and his internal organs
It writhed violently, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from the mouth uncontrollably...
"puff!"
As the blood fountain splashed, the water warrior retreated several feet away, and the outcome was clear...
The cold wind was sent from Nanshan, causing silence within a radius of several thousand meters inside and outside Gongling Peak...
Seeing the defeat of the water warrior, everyone's nerves short-circuited in an instant...
At this moment, when that astonishing scene happened and time suddenly stopped like a freeze frame, the same thought came to everyone's mind: it was too scary.
Feng Jueyu's strength is simply too terrifying.
That water warrior obviously possesses extremely powerful cultivation. With his nearly miraculous strength, even masters like Zhang Yuanze, Yuwen, and Long Xiaotian are no match for him. As a result, in front of Feng Jueyu,
The strength of Shuilishi, which is enough to shake Hongtu's peripheral martial arts, is actually as weak as a swaddling baby, without any threat.
Not only that, Feng Jueyu also used an unwavering way to defeat such a perverted master with just a shout. So what level of power should he be now?
Their eyes focused on Feng Jueyu, who was hanging in the air. People seemed to feel that today's autumn style was extremely cold, and the kind of cultivation that made people look up at the mountains immediately amplified in their hearts. Under the focus of their eyes, Feng Jueyu seemed to be an incarnation.
He has become the indomitable evil god of the world, weighing heavily on people's hearts, making them feel suffocated for no reason.
quiet……
The scene was eerily quiet, and even the tiny rustling sounds of reptiles walking across the grass could be easily caught.
The expressions of the other two water warriors changed slightly when they saw this. Perhaps they had been following Ning Yao for a long time and had no opponent. When they saw their companion being severely injured by someone's move, they suddenly became angry and annoyed. The two looked at each other and suddenly flew out from both sides.
, and rushed towards Feng Jueyu in a double-teamed manner.
At this moment, Wen Songren's eyes suddenly turned cold and he said in a deep voice: "Tao Jiang, Lianshan, Xiuhai, go..."
Tao Jiang and the other three could no longer restrain themselves. They had few rivals in the Huoxiu Sect, and they did not often travel to the big world. It was not easy for them to encounter such evenly matched opponents. They were so excited that they couldn't bear it. When they heard Wen Songren's order,
The three of them flew over with great excitement. Without Feng Jueyu taking action, Lianshan and Xiuhai stopped the two water warriors in the middle one by one...
Tao Jiang took a big step forward, waved his fists continuously, and rushed straight towards the water warrior who had been severely injured by Feng Jueyu like a rushing car. In the blink of an eye, three versus six people were fighting at the same place.
These three pairs of masters each have their own merits and similar strength, so the action is naturally very exciting. However, at this time, everyone is just shocked, and no one cares about the outcome between them. Judging from the degree of their attacks,
, the strength of the three people Feng Jueyu brought back was no worse than that of the Water Forces, and was faintly a bit stronger.
When Zhou Nan Martial Arts saw this, they all burst into tears of joy. They raised their weapons in the air and shouted in support...
Wen Songren looked around the audience, and finally set his sights on the canal in the distance with smoke, water, and dust. He shouted clearly: "Brother Feng, leave that beast in the distance to Wen..."
"Good work."
Feng Jueyu didn't even turn around and replied in a low voice...
Ning Yao's expression finally changed. She put away her confident and joking expression, and slowly floated up from the top of the mountain. As her clothes and skirts moved in the windless way, an abundant amount of spiritual power surged through her body.
As he stood up, the sparkling autumn waves gradually became dull, and the tidal roar from the water spirit magic power spread out in a ripple-like state, and at the same time, a dazzling blue light flashed that moved people and people...
Just like the tide of the sea, the waves are divided into waves. Indistinctly, people seem to see the divided waves quickly emerging from under Ning Yao's lotus feet. Ning Yao walked over on the floating waves, her eyes tightly
Staring at Feng Jueyu, a long-lasting suppressed hatred arose spontaneously.
When she was only dozens of meters away from Feng Jueyu, Ning Yao paused slightly and scolded: "Feng Jueyu, today I am going to sacrifice your head to my senior brother's spirit in heaven."
Feng Jueyu's expression did not change when he heard this. The same violent incandescent fire magic power continued to rise in his body. The fierce fire was about to burn a hole in the sky. His eyes were not focused on Ning Yao, but on Ning Yao.
Looking at each of the Wanyue Tiangong disciples who came to attack, from Yin Congfu to Ning Yao, Feng Jueyu's body was filled with murderous intent, and an evil aura kept pouring out of him.
"A hundred-footed insect is dead but not stiff. Today, my master will not make the mistakes of the past again. Disciple Zhou Nan obeys the order. No one from Wan Yue Tiangong will be left alive."
After the words fell, Feng Jueyu didn't stop any longer, and disappeared in a flash. The next moment, a tyrannical incandescent fire shot straight through the sky like a rainbow. People with that rainbow light couldn't even open their eyes.
At the same time, the entire Gongling Peak was enveloped in the scorching heat and fire energy.
"call!"
An ordinary palm stretched out from the incandescent light, with a breath of destruction that suppressed everyone with a radius of ten meters with Ning Yao as the center. This palm used an indiscriminate attack, in the wind.
In Jueyu's eyes, Ning Yao is certainly the culprit of this trip, but the disciples of Wanyue Tiangong are also accomplices...
In Feng Jueyu's eyes, there is no right or wrong in this world. Since the people of Wanyue Tiangong want to destroy Zhou Nan and themselves, they must pay the due price.