232 One Sword and Fourteen States of Typhoid Fever
Minglou, who was good at sneak attacks, was forced to face the enemy head-on. Both of them were at the Nascent Soul realm. Wen Yi practiced the ruthless killing sword, which was slightly superior in terms of momentum and cultivation.
"At this time, you still have time to care about others." Minglou said angrily: "Everyone, come together!"
He brought not only the disciples from Mingyue Tower, but also those who had been following Feng Jianyue, and everyone's cultivation level was above the Golden Core realm.
If one fights one against them, they have no chance of winning. What about one hundred against one, or one thousand against one?
As the saying goes, it is possible to beat a master to death with random punches, but it is possible to win without quality and quantity.
"Junior sister, let me help you."
When Wen Yi and Shen Yu were attacked from both sides, Xie Qian, who had separated from them, appeared in Yunding Tiangong like a god descending.
Xie Qian glanced at the man wearing a silver patterned mask floating in mid-air, his eyes narrowed dangerously, "Fellow Taoist, who are you?"
Without waiting for the masked person to speak, he heard Wen Yi say: "Senior brother, be careful. He is Shen Yu's arch-rival Feng Jianyue. He practices Confucianism and follows the law. You must not listen to his slanders to avoid being harmed." The curse of his words.”
"The little girl knows quite a lot." Feng Jianyue shook his fan slightly, his posture was extremely elegant, as if he was not facing the most powerful ruthless killing swordsman in the world, the person he had followed, but the Wuming who was Jiji Yingying. generation.
Feng Jianyue looked at Xie Qian's Taoist robe and suddenly realized: "It turns out that I am a child from Miao Miao Huan Mansion. Didn't your ancestor Yue Hua mention me to you? I remember that he and I discussed matters in front of His Highness the Crown Prince. How could we be so humble? His appearance is really fresh in my memory."
Xie Qian was startled and said, "How could the founder, who was so famous, work with a villain like you? Even if he did, your temperaments are very different.
Even if you were once kind to Piaomiao Huanfu, now you are treating my little junior sister as an enemy of Piaomiao Huanfu.
Don't talk to me about old relationships.
If you really want to have old ties with the Patriarch, then you should stop."
He is not such a stupid person.
"A good boy has sharp teeth and a sharp mouth." Feng Jianyue's voice revealed a dangerous aura, "Your ancestor is no longer here, so I will teach you a lesson in his place."
As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Jianyue shot out a cold light from his palm.
Feeling the overwhelming momentum, Xie Qian quickly drew his sword to block the fatal blow from Feng Jianyue.
"puff--"
The gap in cultivation is a natural chasm that cannot be bridged.
Xie Qian couldn't resist any move and flew backwards.
Just as he was about to hit the white jade wall, a figure suddenly flew out from behind him and he caught him.
The person who came was none other than Gu Yanting.
Gu Yanting was followed by Fu Yu and Feng Ya, and the four disappeared people reunited with Wen Yi and the others.
"Are you Feng Jianyue?" Gu Yanting looked at Shen Yu who was holding the peach blossom tree, and then looked at Feng Jianyue floating in the air, exuding the aura of being the best in the world, "You are really a sinister little guy. Man, we have taken care of all the dangers. Come and pick the fruits quietly. Do you want to show your face?
That’s right, people like you who wear masks and don’t dare to show your true colors, where do you get your face?”
When he opened his mouth, he was either provoking or ridiculing, leaving Wen Yi speechless.
"Wen Yi, let me help you!" Fu Yu didn't say much. Seeing Wen Yi being surrounded by everyone, he quickly used the talisman array to help Wen Yi resist the damage. At the same time, he rushed towards the golden elixir realm masters with talisman after talisman.
The appearance of the charm relieved Wen Yi's pressure a lot.
Gu Yanting's verbal taunts also distracted part of Feng Jianyue's attention, and he also received an attack from Feng Jianyue.
"Poof!" Gu Yanting spat out a mouthful of blood. He heard a cracking sound and realized that several of his ribs were broken. The pain was so severe that it scratched his heart and lungs.
Life and death are determined by destiny, wealth lies in heaven. Gu Yanting took out a few pills from his storage bag, swallowed them, took a deep breath, and did a simple healing, then he raised his sword and rushed toward the dense crowd that besieged Wen Yi in mid-air.
monk.
Feng Jianyue sneered and said: "They are just a bunch of trash. How can the light of fireflies try to compete with the sun and the moon?"
The mocking laughter penetrated everyone's ears like a tsunami.
Wen Yi felt her mood fluctuate greatly, and her mind felt like needle pricks.
This type of verbal attack is difficult to prevent unless the ear is turned off.
Fortunately, Wen Yi was used to hearing crazy ravings, so the damage was barely bearable.
But Fu Yu and the others were rolling on the ground in pain.
Not only Minglou and the masters at the Golden Core Realm and Nascent Soul Realm they brought with them were also experiencing great mood swings, and some even fell into crazy and indiscriminate attacks.
Just when Feng Jianyue was about to kill these troublesome people in one fell swoop, a vast spiritual power rushed towards him, so strong, so domineering, so arrogant. It was a ruthless killing attack from Shen Yu.
Scarlet blood spread throughout Yunding Tiangong at some unknown time.
In front of everyone's eyes, all they could see was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Immediately afterwards, a series of lonely ghosts, dead people, monsters, and devils flew out from the sea of blood.
Everyone held the weapons they were most familiar with in life, and turned into fireballs and rushed towards Kazama Yue.
Only then did Wen Yi see that the ruthless killing sword cultivator's most powerful trick was that all those who had died in his hands would become his puppets and fight by themselves.
"Your Highness's cultivation level is recovering so quickly." Feng Jianyue roared, he made a hand gesture with his hands, and read a poem: "Flying down three thousand feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way falls from the sky."
Every word of his contains endless power.
The clear sky was torn open by an invisible giant hand, and thunder rolled, just like the sky roaring and screaming in pain.
Streams of silver light emerged from the cracks.
Wen Yi felt the pressure from heaven and earth. She looked up suddenly and saw a little light of color falling from the sky, like water from the Milky Way pouring down, slamming into the Yunding Heavenly Palace.
"Kacha kacha——"
"Rumble--"
The Milky Way from outside the sky washed away this magnificent palace, and floods fell from the sky, slamming onto Shen Yu's mountain of corpses and sea of blood, in an attempt to dilute the source of Shen Yu's sea of blood.
Shen Yu sneered, and he flew into the sky to form seals with his hands. Spells and formations containing endless killings rose into the sky and rushed directly towards the torn sky.
The long silver river was dyed scarlet and came overwhelmingly like blood.
The Milky Way water attracted by Feng Jian Yue became his property after being impregnated by Shen Yu's ruthless killing sword.
The more galactic water attracted by Kazama Yue, the stronger the power of Shen Yu.
"His Royal Highness is still so strong after so many years." Feng Jianyue gritted her teeth and continued to recite the poem, "The hall was filled with flowers and three thousand guests were drunk, and one sword struck fourteen states."