The simple and Confucian thatched cottage was filled with the pungent smell of blood, and the surging and chaotic spiritual power collided wantonly, forming five waves of terrifying energy that crazily destroyed the not-so-sturdy reed house.
The wood-panelled wall in the hut was as vulnerable as green bamboo under a heavy rain. After three breaths, it exploded like a piece of wood, exposing the house furnishings to the twilight earth...
"Peng! Peng!"
Two naked bodies of flesh and blood shot out in two directions, as if they were sprayed out by gunpowder from the barrel of a cannon. They fell hard to the ground, disrupted the flowerbed, smashed the road stones, and hit the ground.
After rolling countless times, he stopped.
What happened in the blink of an eye made Sun Changqing and Ning Yao, who were on the verge of death, look in disbelief at the place where the bed used to be, but now it had become a pile of sawdust...
There, a stalwart figure in white clothes stood upright like a soul-stirring impermanence in the darkness with a stern expression. The cold wind in the night blew through the clothes stained like blood flowers, glowing with bursts of overwhelming murderous aura, as if
At that moment, the man in white transformed into the God of Death and found them to pay the last debt of his life.
"Feng Jueyu?"
Ning Yao and Sun Changqing looked at the man in white in disbelief, using the intoxicating starlight to outline the unfamiliar yet familiar outline. When they saw Feng Jueyu appear, all the vitality seemed to be controlled by a hand.
The big hand was cut off abruptly...
"It's me, you two, you didn't expect it." Feng Jueyu responded lightly, his eyes as sharp as the cold wind blowing in the twelfth lunar month of winter, making people's hair stand on end.
Feng Jueyu's question suddenly made the two of them feel that standing there was not an enemy, but the judge of the underworld. He was asking, are you ready to die?
For the first time in his life, Sun Changqing felt a creepy feeling. The anger in his heart had already gone somewhere. Although he also hated Feng Jueyu, he was still frightened by the long purple sword on his chest and turned pale.
, and finally had no choice but to ask for help from Sun Changchun in the distance.
"Brother, help."
Sun Changqing wanted to shout out, but at this time, how could Feng Jueyu give him a chance? Powerful spiritual power surged out from the depths of his palm, bringing up a raging dark storm and triggering the Zique Sword from a few meters away.
With the shaking of the sword, the sword flower bloomed like a gorgeous purple epiphyllum, and quickly withered like an epiphyllum. When the purple epiphyllum sword returned to Feng Jueyu's hand, Sun Changqing had already lost his life.
"inability."
Ning Yao, who was equally desperate, slowly closed her eyes, complaining about Sun Changqing's incompetence. At the same time, she felt sad for her own fate, and even felt that her hatred for Feng Jueyu was boundless. She opened her eyes and tried to
She found her enemy's face in the darkness and engraved that face firmly in her memory, but she still saw darkness and filled her heart with hatred. Ning Yao's voice became hoarse and sharp: "Feng Jueyu,
You will not die well."
"No need to worry about your concern." Feng Jueyu's face was expressionless. For him, there is no greater hatred than a sword. He is not one of those people who can only use words. Talking more will only add trouble. As he finished speaking,
, his sword edge penetrated Ning Yao's lower abdomen, and the abundant spiritual power turned into a dark storm like a whirlpool, twisting all Ning Yao's organs with the Dantian as the core into debris.
At the last moment when her life was cut off, Ning Yao showed not despair and resentment, but deep horror. She didn't understand why Feng Jueyu at such an age harbored a decisive killer. You know, Sun Changchun and Sun Changchun
Jin Youran is not far away from him. Even if Feng Jueyu retaliates because of the curse he just cursed, the result will be completely different.
However, Feng Jueyu didn't give her a chance, not even a chance...
"You... are cruel enough..." Ning Yao finished speaking with a pale face and fell straight into a pool of blood.
Feng Jueyu quickly pulled out the Zique Qingfeng inserted into Ning Yao's body, and murmured ruthlessly: "Do you think I would make such a stupid mistake? I'm sorry, you are wrong."
After the words fell, Feng Jueyu used the edge of his sword to open Ning Yao's body and pulled out a mirror with gold and silver patterns on its outer edge.
When Ning Yao moved her body deliberately just now, Feng Jueyu noticed that her movements seemed to be hiding something. Unexpectedly, it was a mirror, but at this time Feng Jueyu had no intention of seeing what the mirror was for.
Feeling that there was a very special spiritual power flowing out of it, I put the mirror away strangely, and quickly used the Shukuchi Technique to prepare to leave.
But at this moment, two strong auras rushed out from the thatched hut in the center of Changchun Valley. The auras of these two people were surprisingly strong. Among them was Sun Changchun, and the other old man had long hair shawl, covering half of his face.
He was covered up so that he couldn't see his appearance clearly, but he could see traces of golden skin in the gaps between his hair. This man's movements were strong and agile, like an ape running in the air. His fists were half clenched and half loose, and veins often popped out on the back of his hands.
Now, it is obvious that the strength in his hands is extremely strong. To paraphrase Feng Jueyu’s words, this guy is practicing Kung Fu in deep darkness.
But when it comes to this person's cultivation level, Feng Jueyu doesn't dare to underestimate him at all. His golden-painted complexion belongs to many practitioners of metal-based spiritual arts and divine power. They have refined their bodies to become as steely as iron, even with a diamond.
It may not be possible to drill through, but it seems to be Jin Youran.
However, Jin Youran's speed may not be much higher than that of Sun Changchun. The two of them were one behind the other. Although they seemed to be running very fast, they kept a certain distance apart. Sun Changchun was in front, and Jin Youran was behind.
He had just killed Ning Yao twice with one sword, and Sun Changqing caused quite a stir. He added another blow to the two of them, and pulled out a mirror. The process wasted several breaths of time, and there were even rumors about reaching the seventh level of Lingxu peak.
Jin Youran, who possesses the divine way of entering the mortal world, had such a small amount of time that they were able to rush to the scene.
Sun Changchun also realized something was wrong when he heard the sound. When he rushed to Ning Yao's house, he saw the destroyed hut. Not far away, a strong smell of blood hit his nose, and Sun Changchun was heartbroken.
He said something bad and his mind was buzzing. When he glanced at the pile of sawdust like ruins, he immediately saw his twin brother lying in a pool of blood. There was a shocking blood hole in his chest, as if
The blood ties between them were severed.
"Second brother."
Sun Changchun let out a shrill cry and rushed towards the pool of blood desperately. When he passed Ning Yao's body, he kicked it out ruthlessly as if he saw an annoying stumbling block, and then held Sun Changqing in his arms.
Feng Jueyu looked back, feeling that Ning Yao was not worthy of her. The interests between them outweighed the love between them. Even the love between a man and a woman would become immeasurably cheap in the eyes of the Sun brothers.
"Brother Sun, don't be sad. Only by capturing this person can you have a chance to take revenge."
Jin Youran's calm voice came from behind him. Feng Jueyu knew that Jin Youran was running towards him at the fastest speed without even looking. He could already feel the sharp wind behind him mixed with the indestructible force.
Although Feng Jueyu still smiled slightly, he thought, can you hold me if you want?
While smiling, Feng Jueyu didn't stop, and his feet seemed to have turned into sharp cones and were wrapped in a ball of wind, and they burrowed into the ground like tops.
This scene really surprised Jin Youran...
"Earth spiritual power? Boy, do you dare to leave?"
Jin Youran shouted loudly, and struck out with the double dragons in the sleeves of the old fist pan. The two golden fist lights with the whistling wind scraped against Feng Jueyu's scalp as he quickly penetrated the ground. Feng Jueyu sneered in his heart and thought to himself.
This Jin Youran is nothing more than that, his fist strength is not even accurate, so he can be said to be a master of the divine way.
However, just when Feng Jueyu laughed at Jin Youran, he suddenly realized that he was wrong...
It's so wrong...
Although those two punches with brilliance did not hit him, they hit the ground a few meters ahead of him. The fierce punches blasted the ground into two small craters the size of fists.
, but the spiritual power of the metal system penetrated into the ground with overwhelming force...
Feng Jueyu was about to flee. The moment he separated from the soil, he suddenly saw a golden wall in front of him. His eyes widened and he realized something was wrong. He quickly raised his palms and tried to slap them with both hands.
His palm separated the soil in front of him, but the golden wall was extremely strong, and his palm prints made a loud sound when hitting the wall.
The effect of Shukuchi Technique did not appear, Feng Jueyu was blocked from the golden wall, and he was shocked.
Old guy, so cunning.
Feng Jueyu cursed bitterly and had no choice but to turn in another direction and try to bypass the wall...
He knew that Jin Youran used the spiritual power of the metal system to change the characteristics of the underground soil, and forcibly turned the soil layer into a metal rock layer. The Earth Shrinking Technique was indeed magical, but it could not change the soil quality. The thickening of the rock layer made the previous
The way forward was blocked by a metal wall. This short delay made Feng Jueyu suddenly change his perception of Jin Youran.
"Come out."
At this time, he heard Jin Youran shouting loudly above his head, and the old fists hit the beach like thousands of holes and landed on the left and right of Feng Jueyu. He was actually preparing to guard Feng Jueyu alive.
The area where he escaped turned into a solid metal rock formation to prevent him from escaping.
This incident was enough to force Feng Jueyu out of the ground and truly face the master of the divine way.
Feng Jueyu was quite helpless. He originally thought of escaping for a certain distance first, and then using the powerful spirit of ten thousand sands to deal with the two of them. Who would have thought that he would be left behind by Jin Youran just one step away. Unable to do so, Feng Jueyu
He could only jump out of the soil and return to the ground, but at this moment, the opponent's punch hit him right in the face.
Although the force of this punch was not fatal, Feng Jueyu did not dare to be careless. He crossed his palms in front of his chest and then pushed them forward...
"boom."
This exchange of palms and fists caused a deafening roar. Feng Jueyu finally experienced for the first time the power of a master in the Shinto realm...
PS: The data has not been retrieved yet. I am not going to wait any longer. I will resume normal updates from today. Today is Labor Day. I wish everyone a happy holiday. I will be more diligent on Labor Day and try to publish two more chapters.