"You big bad guy! If you can't afford to lose, you still want to smear big brother! You are a coward!"
Yunyun's crystal clear eyes stared fearlessly at Teng Zian who was getting closer and closer.
"Shut up!"
Teng Zian's face was gloomy, he drew out the ghost-headed sword, slashed across the air, and struck Yunyun on the head.
On the platform, the crowd could not help but frown, feeling displeased.
Yunyun was only four or five years old, and she was childlike. King Lihuo actually wanted to implicate her because she was Mu Feng's sister, and Teng Zian was so ruthless in his actions. It was really inhumane.
The moment the Ghost-headed sword fell, a sharp and mysterious sword light came across the sky and struck fiercely with the Ghost-headed sword.
Ding! The sharp and harsh sound of gold and iron echoed loudly.
A circular air wave pushed out horizontally, causing many warriors on the platform to retreat one after another, and several cases arranged on the ground exploded to pieces.
Teng Zian snorted and couldn't help but take more than ten steps back, looking gloomily at the indifferent young man standing in front of Yunyun.
"It's Leng Yunting, the number one genius in Lihuo Academy! He's so strong, his cultivation has reached half a level of Martial King!"
The crowd's eyes narrowed slightly as they all recognized Leng Yunting in front of Yunyun.
"Leng Yunting! You are so brave. I am ordered by the king to kill the guilty minister's sister. If you dare to stop me, you are disobeying me! Do you want to rebel?"
Teng Zian shouted sharply, but his eyes were full of fear.
The moment they fought, he understood that Leng Yunting's cultivation level was no weaker than his, and that the sword just now contained a hint of sword intent.
If he had a head-on confrontation with Leng Yunting, he might not get any good results.
"Leng Yunting! Why don't you retreat?
Do you want to bring trouble to our Lihuo Academy?"
Wu Liangji's expression changed slightly, and he quickly shouted to Leng Yunting.
Leng Yunting glanced at Wu Liangji lightly and said: "Wu Liangji! Don't get me wrong, after you forced Junior Brother Li Feng away, I am no longer a disciple of Lihuo Academy!"
"You have no control over what I want to do now! If anyone dares to touch Yunyun today, please get through me first!"
"And us!"
Gu Xiyu, Xing Xiuqi and Ji Mingxu also stepped forward and came side by side with Leng Yunting, blocking in front of Yunyun.
On the platform, the crowd was talking a lot and looking at each other strangely.
"It turns out that Li Feng is also a disciple of Lihuo Academy! Such a genius was actually kicked out of the academy by Wu Liangji. I really don't know if Wu Liangji is blind!"
"I think I'm just blind! Leng Yunting, Gu Xiyu, they are all top five geniuses in the academy, and they are all kicked out. They are so generous!"
"..." Wu Liangji's face turned pale with anger when he heard the sarcasm surrounding him.
It is said that family scandals should not be made public, but Leng Yunting actually said it like this. This is tantamount to a slap in his face! "Traitor! Talk nonsense and confuse the public! Today I will clean up the family!"
Wu Liangji's face was gloomy, he suppressed the injuries on his body, and swept towards Leng Yunting with the black and white mysterious spear.
A shot arrives! The space ripples, and a mysterious aura bursts out.
"Gun Intent!"
Leng Yunting's face changed slightly, he held the spiritual sword in his hand and slashed it out horizontally, the meaning of the sword washed out like water.
Ding ding ding! In an instant, the spiritual sword and the spiritual spear clashed more than ten times, and the billowing energy rushed out like ripples. The two of them went straight into the sky, and the battle became more and more fierce.
The collision of spear intent and sword intent, and the clash of spiritual essence and spiritual essence, made the world seem to have changed color.
Originally, there was still a gap between Leng Yunting's strength and Wu Liangji's, but after Wu Liangji was severely injured by Mu Feng, his strength declined seriously.
Therefore, when the two were fighting, Wu Liangji did not gain the upper hand, but gradually fell into a disadvantage.
"Get away!"
Teng Zian held a ghost-headed sword and rushed towards Yunyun, while Gu Xiyu, Xing Xiuqi and Ji Mingxu stood in front of Teng Zian.
Boom! The two sides clashed instantly, and the terrifying spiritual energy swept out like a wave.
The expressions of Gu Xiyu, Xing Xiuqi and Ji Mingxu changed greatly, and they all flew out with a groan.
"No one can save you now! Just die!"
Teng Zian raised the ghost-headed sword with both hands and slashed at Yunyun with a ferocious expression.
Yunyun stood stubbornly on the spot, her pink fists clenched tightly, and there was still no fear in her eyes.
In Yunyun's arms, Xiao Sang's eyes suddenly became sharp. Just when he was about to take action, he looked up at the sky as if aware.
I saw that an extremely terrifying force suddenly surged out of the mirror flower water moon hanging in the sky.
Boom! There was just an explosion, and the mirror flower, water moon, collapsed, and a figure jumped out of the mirror.
"cut!"
A cold and loud voice came from the void, and everyone only saw a sharp sword light appear in the void, and it flashed away.
Pfft! This sword light was too mysterious. It passed by in the blink of an eye, and Teng Zian's hands holding up the sword were seen flying out, and blood was sprayed all over the sky.
This sword was so fast! It was so fast that Teng Zian's face was still full of ferocity and joy, and he didn't realize that his hands had been broken.
"Ah! My hand..." Severe pain swept through Teng Zi'an instantly. He took several steps back and let out a shrill scream.
"who is it?
Who is it?"
Teng Zian endured the severe pain and couldn't help but raise his head. The moment he saw the figure standing in the air, he was completely stunned.
After coming back to his senses, Teng Zian's eyes were full of fear.
The sound caused by the explosion of the mirror flower and water moon also attracted the attention of everyone inside and outside the hall.
When everyone saw the sword-wielding young man walking slowly out of the mirror, flowers and water, they were all stunned.
In the hall, Lihuo King Yu Huacan stood up with his pupils shrunk to the size of needles, staring at the sky with his cold eyes.
Not only Yu Huacan, Yu Yuyu, Yu Xingyu, Wu Wenhou and other important figures in the hall all stood up and looked up at the young man holding the sword hanging in the air.
"Jing Hua Shui Yue was actually broken by him?
How did he do it?"
Yu Yuyu's eyes widened, and his heart was filled with shock.
Jinghua Shuiyue is a spiritual weapon that is infinitely close to the king level. It is no problem to trap warriors above King Wu. How did Mu Feng break open Jinghua Shuiyue and escape?
What makes Yu Yuyu even more unbelievable is that Mu Feng was clearly exposed to the poison in the waste talisman, so why did nothing happen to him?
At this moment, Yu Yuyu felt horrified. Only then did he realize that he seemed to have underestimated Mu Feng.
"die!"
Suddenly, Mu Feng, who was hanging in the air, slashed out with a sword. The bright sword light penetrated the void and instantly penetrated Teng Zian's eyebrows.
"cut!"
Mu Feng slashed out with his sword again, and the light of the sword flashed away. Ke Zhengqi, who was still dying, had no power to resist, and was beheaded by the light of the sword.
"Destroy!"
Mu Feng raised his head and looked into the sky, slashed out his third sword, and the sword energy flowed out like a long dragon.
This sword perfectly combines the artistic conception of the sword with the artistic conception of the rising sun.
The sword light swept across, and sword shadows remained in the void. A bright morning sun dyed the sky and clouds into bright red.
Wu Liangji, who was originally fighting with Leng Yunting, changed his expression drastically. He took a blow from the latter and suddenly turned around and stabbed out, trying to block Mu Feng's third sword.
"No!"
But this sword was so bright and terrifying that Wu Liangji couldn't stop it at all, and let out a final miserable roar.
Poof! The sword light flashed from the sky, and after the splendor, it gradually came to an end.
Wu Liangji's body fell from the air and landed heavily on the steps in front of the Daxing Palace.
"King Lihuo! I said, I will kill whoever I want to kill, and you can't stop me!"
Mu Feng stepped down from mid-air, step by step, as if there were invisible steps in mid-air, lifting him up, and his voice was like thunder, resounding throughout the Lihuo Palace...