Yan Qingcheng, the descendant of the Immortal Sect, looked away. Not far away from her, the descendant of Xiao Li's Flying Knife stood on the treetops. A crystal clear flying knife kept flying and circling on his fingertips, appearing and disappearing from time to time.
On the ground a hundred feet away from them, Zhao Ling'er, the royal goddess who chased Xiao Chen to the Dragon Island, was riding on a pure white unicorn. She also looked away from the direction where Feng Yun Wuji and others were walking.
And in the forest where they were, there were vague figures flashing one after another. They kept a few feet away from each other, ensuring that they could leave immediately if there was any disturbance.
Obviously this group of people should be a group, but they are wary of each other and unwilling to trust each other.
Just now they were exploring the direction of Feng Yun Wuji and his party, using at least several methods.
"Can you confirm his cultivation level?"
Someone spoke from the shadows among the tall trees.
"There is no way to be sure. With such a long-distance observation, it is impossible to determine its specific cultivation level. His ability to hide his aura is very strong, unless someone tests it..."
"Testing? Don't be ridiculous. Aren't those two from the War Clan enough to alert us?"
The crowd gathered here quarreled. The two practitioners of the Zhan clan were not weak among the group of people, especially the blond young man. Among the group of young people who landed on the island, their cultivation level was considered high.
They were top-notch, but both of them died silently. There was no trace of their fight except for a sword mark above their chests.
If the blond young man hadn't used the secret method of the Zhan clan to save his last breath and find the descendants of the Immortal Mountain, perhaps the two Zhan clan members would have died silently, and no one would know about it on the entire island.
Yan Qingcheng has a beautiful appearance, standing among the trees, the breeze blows, blowing his long purple skirt, revealing her beautiful side face, she looks in the direction of Feng Yun Wuji, the corners of her mouth are slightly curved.
"Someone has already gone to test it."
"who?"
Everyone present was shocked. They were already top figures in various sects, and they were all gathered here because Feng Yun Wuji.
The purpose of their coming to Dragon Island was to find the Dragon King and, if possible, return to the Eternal Life Continent with the little ancestral dragon. Now that a powerful enemy suddenly appeared, they instinctively wanted to form an alliance to kill that terrible enemy.
The crowd looked around, looking first for the top group of people among the crowd.
Yan Qingcheng, who came from the Immortal Mountain, did not move. The descendant of Xiao Li Feidao was still lying on the treetops. The monk from Shaolin, with fluttering white clothes and the demeanor of an eminent monk, did not participate.
After a careful inspection, they found that any top person who might threaten Feng Yun Wuji was here and had not disappeared.
…
Feng Yun Wuji stopped, and Tang Xuanming followed closely behind. Xiao Chen and Luo Feng didn't know why, but they still stopped out of habit.
And not long after they stopped, a tall figure walked slowly from the dark forest in front of them.
The man was tall and had a full head of black hair hanging down randomly, making his face hard to see clearly, but there was a wild attitude and meaning revealed.
A thick iron sword was held in the hands of the figure, and before it was really coming, there was an invisible sharp energy aimed at it, making Xiao Chen couldn't help but take a step back, his face turned pale, and he felt invincible in his heart.
With just one face-to-face meeting, Xiao Chen judged that he was no match for that person.
Feng Yun Wuji's expression didn't change at all, and he didn't even care. He was about to slash the man in front of him with a sword.
But he heard Tang Xuanming's explanation sound in his ears.
"Dugu Sword Demon, the only descendant of the Dugu lineage, is known as the most outstanding figure in the Dugu family of this generation, and is also one of the most terrifying figures in terms of cultivation and strength on this island..."
Feng Yun Wuji didn't hear the second half of the words. He just heard the four words Dugu Sword Demon, and his originally casual eyes became sharp.
As the only person who gave him a taste of defeat, Dugu Sword Demon left a deep mark on his heart.
The moment he regained his energy, the tall figure suddenly raised his head and stared straight down like cold lightning.
"Take my sword!"
boom!
The huge iron sword flew across the sky, and a sword light that was more than a foot long was hesitant and smashed down directly. If Feng Yun Wuji didn't avoid it, it would split him in half from head to tail.
In the distant jungle, the expressions of the people who had been observing here changed, and some even exclaimed.
"Dugu Sword Demon? He is also on the island, this madman."
"How can the Dugu family give up? This is the only descendant of their generation."
Some people couldn't believe it, but others showed ecstasy on their faces.
"No one in that crazy family knows what they are thinking. Perhaps Dugu Sword Demon is the only one on the island who can measure the strength of that mysterious figure."
A group of people used various means to stare in the direction of Feng Yun Wuji. They were all gathered by Yan Qingcheng, the descendant of the Immortal Mountain. I had seen the dead bodies of the two war clansmen.
They don't want to believe that Feng Yun Wuji is that powerful, but they don't want to risk death to test it. Now that someone is walking in front of them, of course they must cherish this opportunity.
"Dugu Sword Demon is close to invincible among the younger generation. He seems to have reached the peak of the realm of transformation. Perhaps he can defeat that mysterious figure."
"Don't be so exaggerated. Even with the strength of the Dugu Sword Demon, there is no way to kill Tellus of the War Clan with one sword. Who will win in this battle is still uncertain."
"Hey, Dugu Sword Demon is already the most outstanding figure in our generation. If he is defeated, then we will have no hope. Maybe the little ancestor dragon will have to give up. I don't think any big force can send a stronger person than Dugu Sword Demon."
A person even more powerful than a demon..."
A group of leaders among the younger generation were still arguing when they heard a crisp sword cry from deep in the jungle.
The crowd immediately fell silent and looked into the depths of the forest, where they immediately saw an unbelievable scene.
Feng Yun Wuji calmly walked past Dugu Sword Demon. The broad iron sword was flying in the air. The sword light on it was hesitant, but there was no way to chop it down.
Dugu Sword Demon's face was ferocious, the blood vessels on his forehead were pulsing, and even the muscles on his face were clearly twitching. He had used all his strength, but the iron sword still couldn't be chopped down, and it just stayed in the air.
"This...how is this possible?"
After receiving the inheritance from Evil King Shi Zhixuan, Yan Qingcheng, the descendant of the Immortal Mountain, couldn't help but maintain his posture, his pupils shrank, and his cherry mouth opened wide, as if he could stuff an egg into it.