The two masters killed three in and three out in front of the cave with lightning speed. The speed was so fast that it was terrifying. They vividly demonstrated the strength that the Shinto realm should have. It was a series of wonderful things and it was breathtaking.
The fight has started, and there is no possibility of stopping. These two people are killing each other happily, and everyone around them is watching with dazzling eyes, and they are still interested.
Seeing Zhu Yu being forced back by Feng Jueyu's Zique Changfeng, everyone around him was filled with admiration.
Mao Li looked at Feng Jueyu in disbelief, his pupils shrank a few times, and he said repeatedly in shock: "Good swordsmanship, this is a spiritual method."
Everyone murmured to each other, Su Changhe twirled his beard and said in wonder: "Where did Feng Jueyu come from? I have never heard of him before. He is proficient in the use of spiritual arts. I think he has a high level of internal energy. He is indeed a genius.
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"Yes, I heard Brother Yangu mention it before that this person is no more than thirty years old, but he has such good cultivation. It is really unbelievable."
"Not thirty yet?" Everyone gasped.
It should be noted that whoever is qualified to participate in the battle of the spirit cave is not an old monster who has been cultivating for at least a hundred years. It is extremely normal to reach two hundred years old. In their eyes, a hundred-year-old is just like a little kid. How can they enter their eyes.
But today they have gained some experience. It is simply impossible for a Shinto master who is less than thirty to cultivate more than three kinds of spiritual power by himself.
Su Changhe glanced around and said with great interest: "Everyone, who do you think may be better today?"
After hearing this, everyone looked at each other in confusion at first, and then lowered their heads. It has to be said that there is really no way to compare today. If the Bilan Cave side has two masters of the Shinto realm, the chance of winning is still high.
sense.
It's a pity that Feng Jueyu's strength is really a bit off-putting. After a serious analysis, I really can't say whether he can win by luck.
At this time, Sheng Junqian spoke. He smiled and said: "Returning to Elder Su, this disciple thinks that Bilan Cave has the best chance of winning."
"Yes." It seemed that Sheng Junqian's answer satisfied Su Changhe. He nodded approvingly, and Su Changhe looked at Wu Qiluo.
But this time, Wu Qiluo didn't speak. She frowned and turned a blind eye to Su Changhe's inquiry. She watched with great concentration the battle that was unfolding again ahead.
Seeing that Wu Qiluo didn't speak, Su Changhe coughed twice with an embarrassed expression and stopped asking questions. After all, he knew about this young and promising female disciple with a stubborn illness. Her personality... was really helpless.
very.
After sighing and discussing for a while, everyone turned their attention to the entrance of Lingjin Cave. At this time, Feng Jueyu and Zhu Yu said nothing more, and the fight was in full swing.
More than a hundred moves passed in the blink of an eye, and Zhu Yu was extremely horrified. He had been observing Feng Jueyu. From the cultivation of internal skills, the cultivation of spiritual power, and even the judgment of martial arts and moves, Zhu Yu found that the boy in front of him was not that young.
He is a shy young man, but his martial arts skills are among those of the Mahayana. He is not only proficient, but also very sharp. He can use many moves at will, but he feels like he is in a dilemma and at a loss.
Are there really so-called amazing talents in this world?
Even if this kid started practicing right after he was born, he probably wouldn't be able to reach this level now, right?
His eyes swept across the crowd of enthusiastic spectators. Zhu Yu's self-esteem was frustrated. He held back the strength in his heart and handed the Chenggang Sword to his right hand. He placed his left index finger on the blade and slipped, and a line of blood spattered out. This blood
It's very strange. Although it is the same red color as ordinary people, it exudes a sour smell. Although it cannot be said to be unpleasant, it is not very pleasant.
The key is that the blood droplets slid down the sword body and adhered to it along the smooth streamlined sword body like glue. There was not a single drop of blood, but it completely stuck to the sword body. After a moment, it was absorbed by Chenggang Sword.
Absorbed it.
Only then did Feng Jueyu see that there were many fine lines and needle-like holes on the Chenggang sword. The silver-white sword body slowly emitted a green light due to the infusion of blood, as if it had been quenched with poison.
"Bixin Poison Technique?"
I don't know who shouted in the distance, and at least dozens of cultivators stood up one after another. Feng Jueyu took a look and immediately realized that Zhu Yu was about to use his trump card. He quickly jumped away and swung his long sword.
The sword waits quietly to observe its changes.
Zhu Yu didn't waste any time. After pouring blood into the blade of the sword, he flicked it casually. The whole body was filled with green light. Even its head changed from an ordinary human head to a toad head with two big round eyes.
When the super-large eyes turn, they can see 360 degrees in all directions without any blind spots.
"Quack"
The strange screams of the blue toad came from the bottom of the throat, and the entire mountain swayed. Invisible air currents spread out like ripples with Zhu Yu as the center, blowing the fallen leaves and dust around.
At this moment, Feng Jueyu noticed that Zhu Yu's aura was growing stronger, and his spiritual power was also much stronger.
Feng Jueyu didn't dare to be careless. The spirit of ten thousand sands ran like a dragon in his body veins, forcing himself to activate his spiritual power to turn into windy sand. In a moment, Zhu Yu jumped to kill him, and the Chenggang sword came over with a green sword light.
Come.
Feng Jueyu dodged sideways, and without waiting for a counterattack, he smelled a fishy smell. He suddenly became dizzy and secretly said that the poison was powerful.
It seems that Zhu Yu didn't show his true strength before, but now he has been pushed to the edge and used the Poison Technique. This so-called Bixin Poison Technique can actually use poisonous gas to interfere with his own moves. It's really not easy.
ah.
Thinking of this, Feng Jueyu slid his body close to the ground, and involuntarily summoned a wisp of spiritual energy from Hong Yuan's space to protect his meridians. He held his breath and moved the sword. The sword moved like a snake, and he met Zhu Yu fiercely.
long sword.
With a clang, the two of them were separated at the first touch. Feng Jueyu, who had previously had the upper hand, retreated a few steps away, while Zhu Yu just staggered and took a step back, making a judgment call.
"What a poisonous secret."
Feng Jueyu frowned and moved his steps together, the fire energy around his body surged infinitely, and he used the opportunity to retreat to reorganize his moves and martial arts, forcing him again.
"Well done, Feng Jueyu, you are really good at fighting me for more than 300 moves at your young age. Even if you are dead today, it is not a loss if you can force me to use the Blue Heart Poison Technique, hehe."
Zhu Yu was extremely heroic, confidently handed out the long sword, and spit it out with great force. The weight of the steel sword directly made Feng Jueyu's wrist numb. This time, Feng Jueyu's throat felt so sweet that he almost vomited blood.
Not only that, after several consecutive moves, the surrounding air was filled with an unpleasant poison. This poisonous gas did not attack at the beginning, but gradually became extremely smelly. It was really difficult to deal with. The reason why Feng Jueyu fell into this trap.
The disadvantage is mostly due to the poisonous gas.
He was horrified and kept running, dodging Zhu Yu's fierce sword power while thinking hard about good strategies.
Zhiwucai and Zhu Jiu were equally matched, but it can be seen that there is still a gap between Zhu Jiu's strength and Zhiwucai. Zhiwucai has a great chance of winning, but it will have a negative impact on the entire battle.
It does not play a decisive role.
Little by little, Feng Jueyu was like falling into an ice cellar. Although the aura of life could well protect his heart from being invaded by poisonous gas, it would be difficult to tell after a long time. After all, Zhu Yushi was a kind of
It's a trump card that can produce huge damage from the inside out, but you can't hide underground all the time and choose to escape.
After dozens of moves like this, when he was about to be drowsy by the poisonous gas, Feng Jueyu suddenly thought of a way.
"The Secret of Marrying a Dream?"
Feng Jueyu slapped his forehead and thought to himself how he had forgotten this big killer weapon. The spiritual power source of Qingyang and Taofu brought him an extremely powerful divine consciousness martial skill, which is the Dream Marriage Technique.
After thinking about it, Feng Jueyu stopped thinking about it. This was the first time he used this spiritual method, and he didn't know how effective it would be.
Thinking of this, Feng Jueyu raised the corner of his mouth sinisterly, raised his sword at the waist and killed him.
"Come back? Humph, I don't know whether to live or die." Zhu Yu's eyes flashed with contempt, and at the same time he swung his sword into a sword wheel. The trump card of the Bixin Poison Jue was the poisonous gas offensive, which would first stun people and then turn them around.
It will become a piece of fish on the chopping board, so it will be a sure win, and when the Chenggang sword cuts the opponent's skin, it will cause more powerful damage, which is very vicious.
Zhu Yu has sufficient confidence in his poisonous techniques. You must know that even Ruan Du from Wuyun Cave fell into his trap and died an untimely death, let alone a young boy.
Just when Zhu Yu felt that he had a chance to win, the two of them approached instantly. At this moment, Feng Jueyu suddenly hit the Chenggang Sword on his toes and jumped up high. The moment he passed over Zhu Yu's head,
An invisible spiritual power enveloped Zhu Yu.
The next moment, Zhu Yu seemed to have fallen into an endless abyss. He was surrounded by tangled old trees. The world in front of him changed drastically. Pieces of weeds covered with thorns spread for dozens of miles. These plants were extremely
It was sharp and all came alive. As the cold wind blew by, countless branches and vines wrapped around Zhu Yu.
Zhu Yu was stunned for a moment, how could he sit on the ground and wait for death? He repeatedly waved the Chenggang Sword to cut the strangely entangled branches and vines into sections. However, the branches and vines were endless and he could not cut them all even if he spent all his spiritual power.
, in a moment, Zhu Yulei was sweating profusely, but Feng Jueyu disappeared.
Where is this?
Zhu Yu was troubled in his heart and couldn't help but flew into a rage. He flew around wildly among the thorns, desperately searching for Feng Jueyu's whereabouts.
His loss of consciousness and madness were entirely carried out in a world full of thorns, but outside the dream, what everyone saw was the scene of Zhu Yu slashing wildly with the Chenggang sword, which made everyone extremely puzzled.
He secretly wondered, is this old guy crazy? How come he has no plan at all, and Feng Jueyu is always behind him?