Outside the Gongling Peak Valley, the roaring wind was accompanied by the rumbling thunder one after another, winding and spreading for ten miles, a hundred miles, a thousand miles..., like a world-destroying storm sweeping over the weak earth, in the wind.
In the peak duel between Yu and Ning Yao, the two most fearless masters in the world, Gong Ling Peak had long been razed to the ground. Not to mention, the terrifying energy training was still in a helpless way after the two had been fighting for an hour.
The speed of words spread crazily in all directions.
At this moment, the warriors from the two major forces, Zhou Nanjing and Wanyue Tiangong, had already withdrawn from more than ten miles away, and were watching the progress of the battle with a kind of shock and horror.
The world of martial arts is extremely cruel, and grudges and hatred are essential spices. However, no one has ever seen such a devastating scene in the martial arts on the periphery of Hongtu. Seeing Feng Jueyu and Ning Yao
In the duel, everyone couldn't help but have shocking thoughts in their hearts. Is their martial arts artistic conception really far away from the peak?
Why are they so terrifying and powerful?
In the world where the strong wind roared and thunder rolled, except for the violent collisions and exchanges, everything seemed to have become silent...
No one opens their mouth to make any comments anymore, because they cannot understand the nature of that powerful force;
No one screamed anymore, because what happened in front of them was beyond the scope of their consciousness;
Now what people care about is only when this battle will end and in what way, or more importantly, who among them can have the upper hand...
Victory over the king...
Defeat the bandits...
The outcome hangs in the balance between life and death...
"Wow!"
In the center of the steaming sea of clouds and flames, another big wave rose more than ten feet high. The raging waves suddenly turned into a tsunami that reached the sky. With the roaring roar of the tide, it once again moved towards the fearless warrior with white wings of fire on his back.
Take a photo...
This has been the case for countless tsunamis. Every time it appears, an old woman in blue clothes will come out of the river holding a long blue sword. Her face is full of murderous aura, like a yaksha floating in the Dragon Palace in the blue sea.
When he came out of the water, his long sleeves danced, casting shadows of swords, followed by an overwhelming rain of swords.
At this time, there were fine traces of sweat running through the deep wrinkles on the old woman's face. This subtlety showed that the old woman was on the verge of exhaustion...
Ning Yao's face was full of indignation and shock. She had used the water spirit magic power many times. Each time, it was the inherited martial art in the golden treasure, which was extremely powerful. However, not far ahead, the same blazing sea of fire seemed to dominate.
Based on a lonely island in the boundless ocean, no matter how strong the wind and waves are, they cannot submerge it.
On the small island, a fearless warrior is standing.
This man was dressed in white robes and looked suave. Facing the earth-shattering tsunami, he remained motionless. He held a long sword of purple and black flames and stood tall, with blazing white wings of fire on his back.
It is a prairie fire that cannot be touched by floods within a radius of several hundred meters...
Ning Yao suddenly had an illusion. It seemed that even if she used all her skills, she could not shake his foundation. It seemed that he was the only one in the world who was immortal...
At this time, the man's feet were deeply inserted into the sea of fire. The surging real fire continued to flow out along with the slightly humming sword edge, condensing into sword lights made of white flames one after another.
As the man flipped his wrist, the sword light rose up into the sky, turning into a white sword dragon, and flew back towards the sword network that filled the sky...
"Ding...ding...ding..."
Bursts of rapid and frequent clashing sounds of gold and iron resounded, and Ning Yao's sky-covering sword network collapsed once again. This was countless times. Feng Jueyu used the fusion of divine flames and sword intent to disintegrate Ning Yao.
It was an overwhelming offensive.
Xu Ningzhong, the stream of dragon flames looked at Feng Jueyu who was in the boundless ocean in the sky, his eyes showed unabashed pride, even Zhang Yuanze and Yu Wenchen were like this. On the periphery of the entire grand world, no one
Being able to compare with Feng Jueyu reassures them. People in Taixuan Continent and Zhounan Realm have always felt that as long as Feng Jueyu is around, they will not be bullied by anyone, no matter how powerful they are.
Today, that is the case.
Xiang Donghe was not strong enough, and finally committed suicide at the foot of Wanyue Tiangong Mountain;
If Yin Congfu was not strong, he could not helplessly watch Feng Jueyu force his junior brother to death;
Ning Yao now feels even more unattainable, but even if it is calculated, when Feng Jueyu comes back, he can still use his original arrogant attitude to hide this person who has been living in seclusion for nearly a hundred years.
The supreme master known as an unparalleled genius is blocking the hinterland...
Suddenly, a ray of white light suddenly flashed across. There was no one where Feng Jueyu was standing. In the sky not far away, a ray of white light rushed decisively, and rushed into the center of Ning Yao's tsunami...
Ning Yao, who was at the center of the tsunami, suddenly changed her face, turning from resentment to shock. She didn't know how Feng Jueyu lost track of her consciousness and appeared in front of her strangely, but she could feel that in the long
In the fight that lasted for an hour, Feng Jueyu had never used this kind of power.
It seemed that his strength had been improved in an instant.
Even if it was only a little bit, Ning Yao still felt that this was the last straw that overwhelmed her. Because of the emergence of this strange power, she had to lose.
Ning Yao, who was panicking, stamped her feet fiercely, causing water to splash everywhere. The drops of sea dew and sweet spring spurted up, comparable to a sharp blade. She turned around slightly, turning the cool sea breeze, and then sent out her long sword,
The thousands of sea dew and sweet springs suddenly attacked Feng Jueyu, who was coming with a mad arrow, trying to use thousands of water drops to fight and force the Feng killer back.
After all, Feng Jueyu's speed was so fast, beyond her imagination. During the entire fierce battle, this was the first time that Feng Jueyu showed a speed that could threaten her, and he couldn't see it.
I know very well how Feng Jueyu came here...
The white fire wings violently stirred up a large heat wave. In the center of the fire wave, a long sword stabbed with contempt for everything, never deflecting. At this moment, the handsome face behind the fire wave had an evil smile, as if
He was laughing at Ning Yao's embarrassed obstruction.
"Are you kidding? The speed of the Ten Thousand Sands Spirit can be blocked by you if you can? You will die..."
Feng Jueyu's smile was full of hatred. In fact, after he saw the broken walls of Zhounan Realm and the catkins everywhere, he had no intention of letting Ning Yao go back alive. Previously, Liuhe Fire Refining had reached its peak, and it was still
After being unable to deal with Ning Yao, he secretly changed his mind.
Even if he didn't want to expose his second spiritual power, he had to expose it.
The power of earth!
Among the five elements of the world, although water and fire are incompatible and are mutual nemesis, the biggest nemesis of water is earth. The spiritual power of the fusion of the spirit of ten thousand sands and the land of Nanyuan Chun, in addition to its extremely fast effect, can also destroy water to the greatest extent.
His magical and divine power, and his sudden advance method, are all thanks to the divine power of the two earth-based spiritual arts.
Normally, with Ning Yao's eyesight, it would not be difficult to see the earth spiritual power. However, during the fierce battle, the wanton agitation of the spiritual power had long confused the spiritual energy of heaven and earth together. Feng Jueyu suddenly
She had no way of detecting the power of the wind and sand. In fact, she would never have imagined that someone could possess two kinds of spiritual power...
The tip of the sword pointed far away, without moving away, and rushed into the raindrops all over the sky in an instant. The raging incandescent fire burned violently, steaming countless dew and sweet springs into water vapor, but when the power of the sword passed away,
, before Ning Yao could be happy, she suddenly saw a ring of wind and sand appearing on the tip of the sword.
Dozens and hundreds of grains of wind and sand swirled around the tip of the sword crazily, turning into grains of stone from other mountains and shooting out. The power of the sand and stone was extremely terrifying, and every rotation shook the surrounding space.
A sense of distortion occurred, and in the next half breath, Ning Yao's heart seemed to fall into an abyss, because she saw that the sand sword had passed through the tsunami and rain curtain, and came to her...
"puff!"
Ning Yao was shocked and turned around to run away, but it was too late. The sand grains were swept down by the wind and shattered her seven-layer water spirit armor defense. The tip of the sword was pointing at her
Sand grains blew into her eyes mercilessly, and Ning Yao suddenly felt that her eyes were plunged into darkness.
The severe stinging sensation with bits of burning heat reached the depths of her nerves, causing Ning Yao to let out a blood-curdling scream...
"Ah..." A hoarse voice immediately came out in the sky, and the tsunami that covered the sky suddenly disappeared, and the scene of a clear and clear sky was restored...
The disappearance of the magical power of Water Spirit Magic made everyone's expressions change, and the oppressive aura quickly disappeared without a trace...
Zhou Nan Martial Arts was slightly startled at first, and then burst into thunderous applause and shouts...
"I won, I won, the young master won..."
"well……"
As the thunderous shouts resounded, from the north of the mountain peaks came the unanimous low-pitched sighs of more than ten thousand warriors. When everyone looked up again, a shocking scene appeared in front of them.
No one could clearly see how Ning Yao was defeated after the sudden change. It was only when the fluctuations of spiritual power dissipated and a blue figure fell from the sky at an extremely slow speed that people discovered Ning Yao.
There were several scars on Yao's face. The most important thing was that Danhua Fairy Ning Yao was covering her eyes with her wrinkled hands. A trace of blood was flowing down between her fingers.
Everyone was slightly shocked at first, and then gasped. When they turned their eyes to Feng Jueyu, they couldn't help but break out in cold sweat.
"This Feng Jueyu really keeps his word. Ning Yao is blind..."