After the three swordsmen of the Sword Tomb and the four ghosts of the Seven Kills Hall retreated, the eighteen riders of Yanyun quickly retreated to Chu Feifan with broad swords, and said in a respectful voice: "Subordinate, pay homage to the master!"
"Let's all get flat!"
At this time, the situation in the underground palace was changing rapidly. The bloody hand was killed, the three swordsmen and the four ghosts were defeated by Yan Yun's eighteen riders, plus the perverted Chu Feifan, the Eagle Sect felt a little pressure.
"Chu Emperor has a tyrannical cultivation and is obviously pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger. What other trump cards does he have that he has not yet revealed?"
Ying Zong was thinking secretly in his heart. He suddenly raised his head and looked directly at Chu Feifan with a sharp sword-like gaze, and a cold voice sounded.
"Emperor Chu, you have hidden deep enough, but now that the bloody hand has been killed, the bloody goalkeeper will fight with you until death. What awaits you will be endless revenge!"
"Blood Killing Gate?"
"I don't even take your excavation corps in my sights. Why are you afraid of this little blood-killing sect? If you want to take revenge, I will definitely accompany you to the end."
Chu Feifan never regretted what he had done. Why should he be afraid of killing as soon as he was killed by the bloody hand? The soldiers would come to block the water and the earth would cover him up. If the bloody killing sect dared to come to the Chu Kingdom and act recklessly, they would never come back.
As the ice fell, Shi Yingxuan and the two girls frowned slightly. They couldn't help but feel extremely worried in their hearts. The Blood Killing Sect was a deep-rooted force in the world. If they really attacked Chu Feifan, it wouldn't be enough to subvert a country.
It was absolutely easy to kill Chu Feifan without realizing it.
The ignorant are fearless.
Chu Feifan didn't know the details of the Blood Killing Sect, but he could tell from the way the Bloody Hands were so respectful to the Eagle Sect that the Blood Killing Sect was probably just exploring the subordinate forces of the Corps.
"You are so arrogant, let the Lord of this domain teach you your clever tricks today!"
"Okay, Martial Emperor Realm warrior, I have long wanted to see how powerful you are!"
The Ying Zong's clothes roared in the air, and his figure was like a ghost, rushing towards Chu Feifan quickly. The fists lingering in the black mist were like violent winds and rain, and they were madly devouring Chu Feifan's figure.
Everything happened among the stars and flints. The Eagle Sect's speed reached its extreme, and Chu Feifan was caught off guard by the violent punches that came from the attack.
"What a fast attack speed!"
Chu Feifan's expression was solemn, his arms were spread wide, and his figure quickly retreated backwards like a crane. He felt the violent wind coming from in front of him. He quickly activated the imperial dragon energy in his body and greeted it with clenched fists.
Go up.
"Overlord Fist!"
The Overlord Fist has always been extremely fierce and domineering, coupled with the lingering dragon energy of the God King, it blasts out with one punch, the surrounding air boils, and huge ripples of true energy explode in all directions.
"boom!"
"boom!"
Ying Zong did not expect that Chu Feifan, who was retreating suddenly, would suddenly be like a tiger descending a mountain. The two violently collided with each other. The huge force of the collision shook them apart, and they retreated tens of meters back before barely holding on.
Body shape.
"What a domineering boxing skill, this Emperor Chu can always bring you unexpected surprises!"
"Whoa!"
Ying Zong raised his hand and a squeaking soft sword appeared in his hand. The soft sword was elegant, light and agile. It moved like a dragon on the sea and a flying phoenix in the air. It was as quiet as the green pines on the cliff and the jade pillar holding up the sky. It had hidden hidden meanings that made people feel uncomfortable.
A chilling murderous aura.
The ancients once wrote a poem describing a soft sword: when bent with force, it is like a hook, when it is bent, it makes a clanging sound, and when it is straightened, it is like a string.
Chu Feifan glanced at the Eagle Sect. The sword in his hand danced faster and faster, like a silver dragon flying up and down around him, circling left and right. He danced with a soft sword as quiet as a crouching tiger, moving like a flying dragon, and as slow as swimming.
Clouds are as fast as lightning, steady and free.
It seems ordinary, but in fact it hides a murderous intention.
Chu Feifan knew that the Ying Sect's sword skills were at least as high as his Nine Ultimate Sword Skills and should not be underestimated. Once touched, he would probably only die with half his life left.
"Whoa!"
Zhan Lu's long sword was unsheathed and fell to the side of the figure. He raised his head and stared at the soft sword that was attacking him. He suppressed his sneer. His eyes flickered like meteors. Following the gesture, a bit of cold light shot out from the air.
"Ding!"
"Ding!"
"Ding!"
The sword blades in the hands of the two men collided with each other. Zhanlu's long sword was as fierce as a tiger and as powerful as a dragon. Wherever it passed, the sword light flew freely. However, the soft sword in Yingzong's hand was like ripples in clear water, unpredictable.
Light and elegant.
One hard and one soft, the sword light was vertical and horizontal, and the figures of the two fiercely fighting continued to move in the palace. The two sides fought, the earth cracked, and the sword energy burst out and hit the surrounding walls.
The two swords flew and collided, fire flew everywhere, and in an instant, the two fought for thirty rounds. The space around them was shattered inch by inch, and the fight between the two became more intense, with fierce murderous intent flashing in their eyes.
"It's really surprising that he can fight the Eagle Sect without losing in a fierce battle!"
"The Emperor of Chu is so powerful that no one can match him!"
"In just a few days, his cultivation has improved so rapidly, and he exists like a monster. How can the excavation corps tolerate him?"
Han Bingluo was filled with mixed feelings of joy and anger. Chu Feifan had improved his cultivation and fought against the Eagle Sect without defeat, which made her feel happy. However, he had exposed all his talents as a demon and it was impossible for him to grow up in the Discovery Corps.
The Excavation Corps will definitely not do things like raising tigers for harm. A genius who died young is not considered a genius at all. Han Bingluo is worried that from now on, the Excavation Corps will put Chu Feifan on the must-kill list.
"boom!"
"boom!"
Huge explosions rang out one after another, and the sword light splashed around them, causing everyone to quickly retreat. The two of them were enveloped in the dust and gas in the sky. Everyone could only hear the sound of weapons clashing, but could not see their figures.
Shi Yingxuan looked solemn and stared at the faint shadow in the dust. For some reason, she was very afraid that Chu Feifan would be killed by the Eagle Sect, and the scene of the two at the bottom of the abyss kept flashing in her mind.
"What's wrong with me? Why am I worried about him?"
"No!"
"No, how could this girl fall in love with him?"
Shi Yingxuan's face turned red, and the idea that came to her mind was rejected by him. She couldn't believe that she fell in love with someone, and in such a short period of time.
"boom!"
"boom!"
Silver-white sword light crisscrossed the void, and the sound of rumbling explosions was heard endlessly. The figures of two people fighting fiercely appeared, and they retreated with long swords in their hands. Their figures were covered with sword marks, and their clothes were soaked with the gurgling blood.
"Domain Lord?"
"Martial Emperor Realm cultivation level?"
"It's nothing more than that. After a hundred moves, you didn't kill me. It seems that you will disappoint the excavation corps again this time."
Chu Feifan's face was as pale as paper, and the arm holding the sword was trembling. Blood slipped on the hilt of the sword between his fingers, and drops of blood on the tip of the sword fell on the ground.
"drop!"
"drop!"
There was deathly silence in the entire palace. Drops of blood fell on the ground, leaving marks the size of copper coins. Everyone's eyes were focused on the two of them. The strong murderous aura in the air made people feel frightened. The two looked at each other, their mouths at the same time.
He raised a cold smile.
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