"Old man Feng, please stop now." Tan Zhenkun looked anxiously in his eyes and shouted to Feng Yuxiu, who was exuding a strong aura.
"Brother Tan, I have made up my mind. I can have you as my best friend, and I will have no regrets in this life." Feng Yuxiu's eyes showed a soft color. Facing his good friend, there was no trace of regret in his eyes.
There was no more nostalgia. His eyes passed over Tan Zhenkun, and then glanced at everyone in the Feng family. One glance could mean everything.
Everyone in the Feng family did not say anything. Silence represented their attitude. There was a calm look in their eyes. They had accepted Feng Yuxiu's decision. All this had been expected by them, so
In addition to their steadfast loyalty to the Feng family, there was also a bit of tragic and unspeakable sadness in their eyes.
Withdrawing his gaze and saying nothing, Feng Yuxiu's eyes flashed with a hint of reluctance. He had already made a decision. His suggestion to Yelu Wuji just now was just a delaying tactic. He knew that a long time had passed.
, and his grandson and the two granddaughters he had watched growing up should also escape. He decided to fight to the death and carry out the final blow, raising the Feng family's method of transforming power to the highest level, temporarily holding back
His internal injuries raised his internal strength to a level that was even stronger in his heyday. The price was that once the Feng family's technique passed, he would be a cripple from then on. He would no longer be a martial artist, and he would even have
Worry for life.
The aura on his body became more intense, almost reaching a critical point. The aura exuding from his body began to turn cyan, and then turned purple. That color can be felt with the naked eye, and that aura
It is thick and powerful, with a somewhat terrifying surge in its powerful blood.
"The Feng family's method of dismantling demons." The swordsman in white clothes condensed his eyes and shot out a sharp light, then he clenched the sword in his hand.
"Zhang Daxia, leave Xiao Yujing to me, and Yelu Wuji to you. I will accept Daxia Zhang's love this time. If anything happens to me, please take care of me, the descendants of the Feng family. I would be very grateful." Feng Yuxiu turned his gaze.
He turned to Zhang Xiaofeng, who was dressed in white like snow, and said to the latter in a deep voice.
"Mr. Feng's words are serious. With Zhang's life today, everyone in the Feng family will be alive. Zhang will definitely live up to Feng Lian's trust. Please rest assured, Mr. Feng." Zhang Xiaofeng's whole body was shocked, and a surge of sword intent filled the air.
As he opened, his sword-like body became extremely sharp and sharp.
Feng Yuxiu nodded to express his gratitude to the cold and solemn swordsman, and then he turned his gaze to Xiao Yujing, who was standing tall with a staff. His gray hair and face full of vicissitudes of life showed a touch of sadness and anger.
"You are suffering again. I don't want to be your enemy, let alone see your blood splattered in this mansion. After all, it is also the place where I have lived for decades. Your temperament is the same as your father's, and it is still the same.
You are so strong as fire. You even hesitate to use the 'method of dismantling the demon'. I really don't want to fight with you."
The old man standing with a stick showed a somewhat complicated look on his face, his eyes were bright but there was still a hint of complexity that could not be concealed, and the withered hands holding the stick trembled slightly.
"Since the moment you entered the Feng family, the outcome between you and me was destined. Either you die or I die. You could have killed me as early as four years ago, but why didn't you? Don't tell me that you
I have been in the Feng family for decades, but it is still difficult to stop your greed for the 'Jade of Apocalypse'." Feng Yuxiu's aura has stabilized, and the powerful aura is swirling around him, and his state of mind has already
It started to become as calm as water.
"For so many years, I thought I had forgotten the purpose of coming to Feng Mansion. Only today did that obsession begin to reappear in my mind, so I am still here today. You won't understand, then How important things are to a person who is dedicated to martial arts. You will not understand that when our martial arts life is about to come to an end, but we have glimpsed the door of martial arts, we have What choice.”
Xiao Yujing let out a long sigh and recounted the bitter experiences of countless martial arts cultivators, especially him who reached the end of his life so early, and whose martial arts realm was about to reach the edge of the broken void, and was about to escape into the gate of martial arts. How could they give up their persistence in martial arts so easily?
"As I said, this map has no clues about the 'Jade of Apocalypse'. Reaching the realm of Shattered Void cannot be achieved by relying on external objects. It can only be achieved by an understanding of martial arts and a courageous heart to practice. .This 'Jade of Apocalypse' is nothing more than a legendary treasure. For thousands of years, no one has been heard of reaching that realm by relying on this jade."
"As long as there is a glimmer of hope, I will not give up. Do you and I really need to fight today? You know, you are no match for me. You will also be in danger of your life. I don't want to have seal on my hands." The blood of the family.”
"Fight, even if I die in battle, I have no regrets and I am worthy of the ancestors of the Feng family."
With a shock of energy, Feng Yuxiu's body turned into a meteor and headed straight towards the old man holding a cane. Suddenly, his hands turned into countless hand shadows, and green light glowed from his skinny hands. Out, the whistling breath mixed with thunderous momentum shot straight ahead.
Xiao Yujing, who was holding a cane, waved the cane lightly, and the cane turned into a cold light sword and swept towards Feng Yuxiu's approaching hand. At this moment, the cane in his hand was no longer an ordinary cane. It became a powerful weapon in his hands.
Xiao Yujing's bald forehead glowed with a faint red halo. With his eyes slightly narrowed, he waved the wooden crutch in his hand. The crutch drew strange arcs in the air and swept straight towards the countless palm shadows.
Feng Yuxiu's momentum increased, and he flew up diagonally. He avoided the cold sword-like walking stick with his palms, and once again directed the lightning-like Shen Xiong power towards the opponent's bald head. He completely ignored it. With all the flaws in his body in the air, he rushed towards Xiao Yujing with a courageous momentum.
Feng Yuxiu and Xiao Yujing started a life-and-death struggle. Once they took action, they showed their unique skills. Feng Yuxiu, in particular, relied on secret methods to stimulate the potential in his body and exploded with extraordinary fighting power. Once he took action, he was completely helpless. He didn't care about the flaws all over his body, and he only wanted to kill the old man with the stick under his palm.
On the other side, Zhang Xiaofeng was still wearing white clothes and standing like a drow, standing aloof and cold and extraordinary. The sword in his hand was already clenched, and he was looking at the charming man in red, Yelu Wu, with concentration in front of him. avoid.
Yelu Wuji only had eyes for the swordsman in white clothes. His hands were hidden in his sleeves, and he was holding two unique red swords tightly in his hands.
There was a strong fighting spirit in the two pairs of coldly staring eyes, and the two pairs of eyes shot out solid light that collided in the air and made a harsh sound.
The dozen or so well-dressed Khitan warriors behind Yelu Wuji exuded a fierce and menacing aura. They clenched the scimitars in their hands, and the cold and menacing aura surged out from the scimitars in their hands.
.The cold evil aura on the scimitar was mixed with the faint bloody and violent aura on their bodies, turning into a suffocating, strange and stinging aura. They were motionless, like stone sculptures, they just waited
Then Yelu Wuji gave the order.
Seeing Feng Yuxiu's sharp palm blow coming, Xiao Yujing's eyes condensed with a dim light, and the crutch in his hand turned into a point of light and struck at the palm shadow.
With a few dull sounds, the two figures suddenly separated, and the figure swirling with green light spun in the air and fell with the wind like a roc.
The green light bloomed again, and the body rotated like the wind. Feng Yuxiu fell to the ground and stared at it.
The old man holding the crutch had a sad look on his face. He looked at Feng Yuxiu who was only a few steps away from him. He sighed and stopped talking. This long sigh represented many things, including helplessness and confusion.
Feng Yuxiu knew that his strength was far inferior to the opponent's, but he didn't even touch one corner of the opponent's clothes, which made him a little discouraged.
In desperation, he could only step forward again, with his feet lightly touching the ground, he rushed towards the old man in coarse cloth standing with a stick like an agile cheetah.
His hands turned into palms, and the green light reappeared. Feng Yuxiu once again concentrated his energy into his palms and attacked violently. His face was as calm as water, and his eyes were blazing with light.
A cold and majestic aura rose up, and the aura looked particularly alluring under the red-blooded glow.
Feng Yuxiu's palms curled up with a heaven-shattering and earth-shattering momentum, and went straight to Xiao Yujing's chest. He walked forward bravely with a fearless momentum.
Xiao Yujing, on the other hand, hunkered down and refused to retreat. Suddenly, a strong strong wind surged around him, and the majestic aura turned into storm-like air currents that swirled and rose.
There was a dull sound of "bang", and Feng Yuxiu's palms were firmly stamped on Xiao Yujing's chest.
Suddenly, a strong rebound force came from the opponent's chest, causing his arms to go numb, as if his palms had hit a steel plate, and his arms were numb and painful as if they were about to break.
Following the dull sound, Xiao Yujing's body swayed slightly, and a blush appeared on his withered face. Feng Yuxiu's palm also caused a lot of damage to him. Although he
Yun Gong protected his chest, but he still received a full blow from the opponent, causing his chest to churn, and a stream of heat almost rushed up from his chest.
Holding back the mouthful of sweet blood, Xiao Yujing hit the ground hard with his stick. The blow immediately neutralized the remaining power of the palm on his chest. And his body also shook a few times, neutralizing the impact of the palm's force.
The aftermath caused the remaining palm energy in his body to gradually dissolve into nothing.
"Why don't you hide? Can you resolve the guilt in your heart by doing this?" Traces of blood spilled from the corners of Feng Yuxiu's mouth, and the force of the other party's body protection also caused some internal injuries. Feeling the feeling in the body
His true energy was disordered, and he began to feel that he was gradually starting to feel a little weak.
Feng Yuxiu's eyes flashed with a stern expression, the zhenqi in his body continued to flow, and blood trailed down the corners of his mouth.
"Why are you doing this? I have never planned to be an enemy of the Feng family." There was a trace of bitterness in Xiao Yujing's eyes. The aftermath of the opponent's palm energy left in his body caused a certain amount of damage to his body, and his face turned slightly red.
He said sadly in a hoarse tone.
"Hahahaha," Feng Yuxiu let out a burst of laughter, and then he showed a look of absolute despair again, and his body gathered energy again, and the momentum he kept raising gradually increased.
When everyone in the Feng family saw this, they gritted their teeth, but did not spit out a word. With tears in their eyes, they could only look at the old family leader whose momentum was rising. They knew that at this moment, they were facing Dao Shen Xiong.
An Bo's figure will be forever frozen, and their old family leader Feng Yuxiu used his own methods to preserve the Feng family and preserve the Feng family's commitment.
The momentum increased again, and the aura that filled Feng Yuxiu's body became even more intense, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes. His body rose from the ground again, turning into a shooting star and rushing towards Xiao Yujing.
There was a loud "boom" that shook the earth, and an old figure brought up a rain of blood that rolled in the sky, and finally fell from the sky and landed on the hard ground.
The blood rain all over the sky blurred everyone's eyes, and the blue blood dyed the splendid sky red, with dots like plum blossoms and drops like cinnabar.
The blossoming plum blossoms are as dazzling as blood, and the bright red blood stains are intertwined with the red glow, plus the blood-like sunset half-way down, all of which form a tragic picture.
The setting sun sprinkled the sky, and the sky was stained with blue blood. A generation of heroes fell. The red clouds in the sky became an elegy, but a strong voice stirred in everyone's minds: "Remember, don't avenge me."
"Father", "Grandpa", "Old Patriarch", "Old Man Feng".
Several tragic shouts rang out, and heart-rending grief surged into everyone's hearts. Angry flames shot out from their eyes, heading straight for Xiao Yujing.
Xiao Yujing, on the other hand, looked blankly at the bright red blood stains on his crutches. His gloomy face looked old and sad. He seemed to have grown much older all of a sudden.
A gust of cold wind blew by, and the coarse cloth on his body turned into silk wadding. When everyone looked up, they could see a clear and engraved palm print on his chest.
"Poof", a mouthful of blood overlapped with the shimmering red glow, and everyone could no longer tell which layer was the blood mist and which layer was the gorgeous glow.