Chapter 307 Chapter 307 'Northern Underworld Wind God Art'
The disciple who was trapped in the wrinkled space had his entire body folded up, his bones and flesh separated, and blood splattered, as if he was being cut by endless wind blades, which was extremely cruel.
Wang Cannian's expression changed drastically and he shouted: ""Yan Ling Sword Jue"!"
A rusty sword suddenly appeared from his hand. As soon as it fell into the void, the rust stains on it fell away piece by piece, showing a red crystal light. The whole sword was like a condensed form of rolling magma.
The "Yan Ling Sword Jue" exudes an extremely hot aura.
bass!
A hole opened in the wrinkled space in front of him, but Wang Cannian felt the extremely sharp cutting force coming from all directions. He immediately stopped and then retreated more than ten feet backward.
Feng Chenzi's strength was much more powerful than imagined, and he forced everyone back with just one sword strike.
Gongyang Jue's face was heavy, and he poured his true energy into the sword. The formation pattern named "The Abyss of the Swamp" became brighter and brighter. From the swamp, he suddenly pulled out a huge...
With the palm of his hand, he must catch Feng Chenzi.
The essence of the Abyss, where water and earth blend together, is neither attack nor defense, but restraint.
Feng Chenzi's eyes were as bright as stars. With a wave of his hand, the jasper-like long sword immediately burst out with a broad and straight beam of light, swooping down at an extremely terrifying speed and directly piercing the large, condensed hand of mud.
The big hand suddenly collapsed, and the true energy condensed in it flew everywhere.
"Everyone, come together!" Wang Cannian knew that there was no chance of winning one-on-one, so he immediately shouted.
With an order, all the sword masters displayed their own unique skills. Most of them practiced third-level classics. Together with the spiritual treasures in their hands, they suddenly became powerful. Countless sword shadows rose into the sky, as dense as a violent storm.
The mixed and huge true energy aura was sweeping in like the Yangtze River, and was about to annihilate Feng Chenzi.
Feng Chenzi's face was as dark as water. He didn't have any worries at all. He just raised the sword as smoothly as a mountain and said calmly: "Beiming Wind God Technique"!
These five words were like a giant hammer hitting Gong Yang Jue's heart, causing his expression to change drastically. You must know that this is a fifth-level Kung Fu book.
The next moment, countless sword shadows of different colors condensed into one and blasted towards Feng Chenzi. However, the moment they touched his figure, they did not hesitate at all and actually penetrated through his body.
"Hahahahaha!"
Feng Chenzi raised his head and laughed, but his green clothes gradually became blurry and began to break under the attack of countless sword shadows, like a torn piece of cloth.
In the blink of an eye, screams were heard, and several Sword Sect disciples fell in a pool of blood, with shocking holes poked through their hearts.
"Oops!"
Only then did Gong Yangjue remember that the secret of the wind element lies in movement and speed. Only at will can spiritual treasures such as the Swift Wind Seal be derived that are close to teleportation in space.
But when this thought appeared, the clothes on his chest were torn, and a long jade sword appeared silently. The blade of the sword penetrated half an inch into his heart and continued to penetrate deeper.
"The Abyss of Ze!"
Gong Yangjue sensed that his life was in great danger. He retreated wildly and swung the sword in his hand with all his strength. The swamp on the ground suddenly pulled up more than ten mud snakes and pythons, covering it.
Ghostly Feng Chenzi.
The mud hit him, with a moist and heavy smell of earth, which made Feng Chenzi's brows furrow deeper and his murderous intention became heavier. However, his forward speed was indeed affected by the Abyss of the Ze, and slowed down, leaving Gong Yang with
No chance of life.
"Break!"
With a whisper, the breeze blew over my face, but it was like a fine blade, causing the mud wrapped around my feet to break instantly.
bass!
The blade of the sword penetrated deeper, almost touching Gong Yang Jue's heart, which gave him a strong sense of suffocation.
""Yanling Sword Technique"!"
The scene in front of him became blurry due to the heat, and Feng Chenzi felt that his eyebrows were about to be burned. Wind had no obvious restraint effect on fire, but could instead increase the momentum of the fire element.
Compared to killing Gong Yang Jue, Feng Chenzi was more concerned about whether his hair and clothes would be burned, so he immediately pulled out his sword and slashed towards the left side with force Yu Wanjun.
Bang!
The stone bricks weighing a thousand kilograms on the ground exploded directly, showing a sword mark as thick as the mouth of a bowl and going straight away. The powerful and sharp Zhen Yuan made Wang Cannian unable to withstand it, and he flew out diagonally, injuring ten people along the way.
Many disciples of the Sword Sect.
The place has become a mess now, but no one can escape from Feng Chenzi's eyes. As long as he uses the fifth-level classics, no one can keep up with his speed.
Gong Yangjue, who kept retreating, sat down on the ground and covered his chest with his left hand. The blood quickly stopped, but the scar on his heart still felt extremely painful. Fortunately, Feng Chenzi's true energy did not invade his soul.
Otherwise, he would be dead on the spot within a few moments.
He looked at those Jianzong disciples who were like clumps of weeds being harvested by Feng Chenzi with ease. Under his extreme anger, there was already a hint of despair.
Over the years, even though the Sword Sect has recovered some of its vitality, no one has the strength to take over the sect. She originally thought that Nangong Qiushui could break through to the peak of Tianmang, but she did not expect that she would encounter such a big challenge when she was in seclusion.
crisis.
Could it be that the Tianxuan Sword Sect, which has a thousand-year foundation, is really going to die in the hands of the Beiming Sect?
Not willing to give in!
Feng Chenzi's face was stern, without the slightest emotion, he was just killing the lives of Jian Sect disciples with great ease, even easier than chopping wood.
However, there are many disciples of the Sword Sect, not to mention the outer sect. In recent years, the inner sect has developed more than a hundred disciples, and the outer sect has thousands of disciples. If they attack in groups, Feng Chenzi will not be able to attack them in a short time.
We can eliminate them all, but we can still hold back everyone here.
The sword was swung away, but the blade was rather cold, causing the warm blood to solidify quickly on it. The young-looking inner disciple was about to be chopped off by the sword.
At this moment, an extremely thin blue silk thread shot out from a distance. Its speed had reached a point where it was impossible to predict. This surprised Feng Chenzi, and what shocked him even more was the concentration of
The power in this thread.
Bang!
The front end of the silk thread fell on the blade of the sword. Feng Chenzi felt a huge surge of force coming, and he could hardly hold the sword. His body trembled violently, and the blade was deflected by a few inches, and it was sharpened.