Feng Chenzi stopped killing, turned sideways, turned his head, and looked at the two figures approaching from far away.
Xiao Nan shouted loudly: "The Sect Master of the Sword Sect is here, who dares to be so presumptuous?"
These words were tantamount to the best reassurance, cheering up all the Sword Sect disciples. Everyone's eyes were focused on the sect leader who had disappeared for many years, and there was excitement in their eyes.
"Thirteenth Sect Master!" Wang Cannian and Gong Yangjue saw the familiar figure, and their dry eyes couldn't help but become moist.
Yuan Futu was suspended in mid-air, scanning the surroundings with cold eyes, and saw the dead disciple. Under his glacier-like face, there was a fierce anger that could not be extinguished by the Yangtze River, so much so that his teeth rattled.
"Sword Thirteen?"
Although Feng Chenzi has never met the current sect leader of Tianxuan Sword Sect, he has already inquired about the situation of this sect before, so even Nangong Qiushui is included in the retreat. At this moment, he suddenly saw this long-lost person return here.
Moreover, the blow just now was not trivial, so he couldn't help but become cautious. He also discovered that Xiaonan, who was originally stationed at the mine, also appeared here, and he immediately guessed something.
"You don't have to guess. Gong Liangqing has been repulsed by me. I hope he will not die in my hands." Yuan Futu's tone was as cold as ice.
"Oh?" Feng Chenzi's expression was still as calm as the breeze and said, "It's such a pity. I didn't expect that after all calculations, one of the most critical factors was missed in the end."
Yuan Futu said: "Although our Tianxuan Sword Sect is not as good as it was thousands of years ago, no one can bully us. You chose the wrong target."
Feng Chenzi smiled and said: "Fortunately, although the current situation is no longer as planned, the goal will be achieved in the end."
Yuan Futu narrowed his eyes and noticed a strong murderous intention. He said coldly: "I don't know how you want to achieve it?"
"There are so many disciples of the Sword Sect, and I'm afraid I won't be able to kill them all in a moment, but I still have some confidence in getting rid of you sect masters and sword masters."
As he spoke, everyone looked horrified. It was obvious that Feng Chenzi wanted to go on a killing spree. Even if he could not destroy the Tianxuan Sword Sect, he would kill all the masters here on the spot. This was a clear declaration of war with the Sword Sect.
Xiaonan sneered, "What a big statement. Although Jianzong has declined, it still occupies a place in the world. Aren't you afraid of causing a war in the imperial court?"
Feng Chenzi waved his hand and said: "People die for wealth and birds die for food. If there are no longer enough spiritual stone resources to run the sect, the Beiming Sect will disappear from history sooner or later. Why not use this to do more, even if
So what if it causes chaos in the imperial court, I don't care."
"You want to destroy our Sword Sect? You are wishful thinking!" a Sword Sect disciple shouted.
Before the man finished speaking, a dark green sword light was already close at hand, and with a puff, it penetrated his skull, and the warm and thick blood splashed all over the ground.
"presumptuous!"
Fierce anger was released from Yuan Futu's Zhuhuang Sword, and the exploding sword intent was overwhelming, covering an area of dozens of feet around Feng Chenzi in an instant.
"Everyone, get out of here!"
Wang Cannian shouted loudly, not wanting his disciples to be involved in this fierce battle.
Miso miso miso miso!
Deep cuts continued to appear on the flat stone bricks on the ground, as if there were countless invisible sharp blades waving in the void, and only the extremely powerful wind element essence could be felt.
Fighting the wind element with the wind element, this was something Feng Chenzi never expected. The majestic sword intent came, like thousands of sharp swords cutting fiercely.
Feng Chenzi's body did not move, but he heard countless sonorous sounds around him, as if there were countless gold and silver clanging.
Yuan Futu narrowed his eyes, but he didn't expect that the angry sword that was pouring down on the world was actually blocked by him.
The sound of Jin Ge became louder and louder, and gradually became harsh. Feng Chenzi's face became more serious. He began to feel that Yuan Futu was not simple. Although it could be judged from the true essence that he was in the early stage of Tianmang, but
The attack methods are very domineering.
""Beiming Wind God Technique"!"
Feng Chenzi's true energy stirred up, and the endless green sword light burst out from his body, directly exploding the sword intent as furious as burning the sky.
At the same time, his figure suddenly disappeared and he was in front of Yuan Futu in a blink of an eye.
bass!
However, Yuan Futu appeared behind him like a ghost and used the Fifty-fold Xuan Heavy Sword.
"Hey...it turns out to be an innate spiritual treasure." Feng Chenzi realized that it was the effect of the Swift Wind Seal, turned around, and swung his sword without hesitation.
Two extreme forces collided in the air, breaking apart at the first touch.
Yuan Futu took a deep breath, and while Feng Chenzi was still on his feet, shouted: "Fifty times the speed of the Urgent Shadow Sword!"
In an instant, the whole person turned into a very thin sword light and shot away at an outrageous speed.
"So fast!"
Since his debut, Feng Chenzi has been regarded as a genius in the cultivation of wind elements. He has never praised others for their speed, so Yuan Futu is already a monster-like existence in his eyes.
At fifty times the speed, the power of Jiying Sword has exploded to the extreme. In fact, in the early stage of Tianmang, Yuan Futu can use it at the peak speed of eighty times, but that consumes a lot of real energy. After all, he still has the ability to control the bottom of the box and has not yet used it.
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Feng Chenzi hung his long sword upside down in front of him, holding up a defensive barrier of the wind element. Hearing a bang, the barrier shattered, and the extremely thin sword light passed through his chest, curling up a string of bloodshot threads. If it happened again,
If you miss him even a little bit, your head will be in a different place.
"I just used the earth element, the wind element, and the weird thread, which seems to be the water element. What exactly is this guy practicing?" Feng Chenzi was in extreme shock, and the previous confidence had long since disappeared.
Yuan Futu, who was sprinting forward, suddenly froze his body, then turned around and punched, with a blazing orange light glowing from the force of the punch.
Triple Manglong Power!
In Feng Chenzi's sight, he seemed to see an ancient dragon head roaring towards him, which made him feel a sense of fear in his heart.
As the leader of the Beiming Sect, he has been a top genius in the eyes of the world since he was a child. He has never encountered an opponent in the same realm, so this feeling of fear has almost been forgotten, but he did not expect it to happen again at this time.
feel.
In an instant, this sense of fear turned into extreme anger.
Behind Feng Chenzi, an extremely huge ancient god appeared, exuding dark blue wind essence. His face had no facial features, as if he was wearing a mask, with eight arms, each hand
Holding a huge blue sword, it is extremely powerful.