Chapter 437: The National Division is trapped in a strange formation
Before Yelu Zongheng could stretch out his ecstatic face, the newly revealed face immediately froze, because when he saw the two fingers of Feng Lian Dao slashing into the air, his whole body could not move even half a minute, and he felt a wave of
A strong crisis suddenly surged in his heart. He discovered that those two fingers were a magic sword that split the sky and split the earth. Those two fingers turned into an unparalleled magic weapon, slowly falling from the hand of Feng Lian Dao.
And down.
Yelu Wuji felt that time seemed to have stopped. He could not hear any sound in his ears, not even the roaring thunder. In his eyes, there was only a huge magic sword pointing at him.
Slowly slashing at him. He felt like a tiny ant, becoming so pitiful under the magic knife transformed from the opponent's two fingers that even his resistance disappeared without a trace at this moment.
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His eyes were filled with horror. Yelu Wuji was trembling all over. The god of death was slowly approaching him. All this seemed slow but was actually extremely fast. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. There was a feeling in his throat.
It was as if he was blocked by something, but what emerged from the depths of his soul was a look of helpless fear.
Feng Lian Dao's two fingers landed an inch away from the eyebrows of the man in red and stopped, and then the shocking pressure dissipated in an instant.
Beads of sweat like soybeans appeared on Yelu Wuji's forehead, and his face was ashen. The pair of fingers falling in front of his eyebrows gave him an irresistible pressure. He seemed to feel that as long as those fingers
As soon as he moved forward, the pair of fingers immediately opened a hole from which blood spurted out.
"Oh, it's still a little short of that." Feng Liandao sighed helplessly, and withdrew his two fingers that landed an inch in front of Yelu Wuji's eyebrows. Then, he turned around and stood with his hands behind his back, without even looking at his face, which was as gray as ashes.
Yelu Wuji glanced at him. In his eyes, Yelu Wuji was like a dead man, and he had no intention of killing him.
After walking in front of the God of Death, Yelu Wuji's stimulating fighting spirit collapsed in an instant. There was no luster in his eyes that were in a daze. And his lonely expression was even more depressed. He did not expect that he and
The distance between Feng Lian Dao and Feng Lian Dao is so different, it is simply a world of difference.
Looking at the middle-aged man standing with his hands behind his back, Yelu Wuji had a complicated expression in his eyes. That finger shocked him so much. Although Feng Lian Dao had lost all his internal strength, it was not something he could defeat.
. The other party just pointed a finger, and all the fighting spirit and fighting spirit in his body was eliminated invisible. Could it be the will of martial arts, the realm of Shattered Void? He wanted to know.
"Let's go. You are not allowed to step into our territory of Great Zhou again in this life. Otherwise, even if we chase him to the ends of the earth, Feng will definitely kill him."
The not loud but rich voice of Feng Lian Dao passed into the ears of Yelu Wuji who was as if he was losing his mind, making his heart tremble. A gleam of brilliant light once again appeared in his confused eyes.
The thin sword in his hand was held even more tightly. He didn't understand why the other party let him go. As if he was pardoned, he listened to Feng Lian Dao's words. He felt every word of the other party.
The words were like needles pricking into his chest.
The greatest shame in his life was brought to him by the middle-aged man in front of him, and he couldn't resist at all. He was like a duckweed shaking a tree. He didn't say another word, and he was as arrogant as a demon.
His aura had long since disappeared, and all he could think of was the two fingers that were pointed out like magic knives, the fingers that turned into knives like a divine pen, and the endless coercion of will that was burned into his mind.
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Feng Lian Dao watched Yelu Wuji leave in despair. Layers of rain curtains filled up behind him. The wind shuttled in the rain, and the rain fell randomly in the wind. In the white mist
There were streaks of lightning, and roaring thunder shrouded the entire imperial capital. The startling thunder and the flashing photoelectric cloth formed a dragnet, tightly wrapping the imperial capital, and the strange
The deep breath that filled the sky became stronger.
Xiao Yujing clapped his palms, and the white air that filled the sky rose up and rushed towards Zhang Xiaofeng. Zhang Xiaofeng's eyes were focused, and the long sword in his hand shook slightly. Suddenly, the white air that filled the sky became
There was even more hoarfrost, and there were still drops of crystal frost-like rain lingering around him.
The rainwater and the flying white water stirred together, making bursts of hissing and harsh sounds, and the two bodies missed each other again. The long sword filled with cold light was covered with frosty white.
The halo around Zhang Xiaofeng finally faded a bit, and as Xiao Yujing swatted away wildly in the rain, a slight "click" sounded.
The heavy rain like splashing water fell on Zhang Xiaofeng without any hindrance. In the blink of an eye, his white clothes were already wet. The rainwater slipped from his hair and covered his face. The rainwater fell from his sword.
It flowed past, washing away the bright bloodstains on his sword, and blending into the streams formed by rainwater on the ground.
A flash of lightning lit up, and then a cold light flashed. Zhang Xiaofeng's figure stabbed out of thin air, and the sword flashed with lightning. Zhang Xiaofeng didn't know how many swords he had thrust out, and he didn't know that the old man only had a pair of fleshy palms.
How many swords did he block? The two figures separated and reunited in the rain curtain.
The surging energy split the raindrops falling from the sky into flying directions, and the two intertwined figures turned faster. The rain curtain instantly closed again, but the figures turning in the rain curtain could no longer be seen.
There was only the vast rain and the agitating energy that kept flying.
"Hiss, hiss" two sharp sounds sounded in the rain, and the two intertwined figures suddenly separated. Zhang Xiaofeng's sword pointed down, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, but his condensed eyes showed that
The light was as sharp as a sword and looked at the old man without showing any signs of weakness.
Xiao Yujing's figure was a bit awkward. His sleeves under his palms were all torn apart, and his stooped back began to have some bows. His gray hair was tightly attached to his head and was loose.
There was still a somewhat forlorn look in his thin and slightly arched figure, and his bright eyes began to show the turbidity that an old man should have.
Tan Tianya did not watch any of the battles. She was in the house and did not leave even a step. Her thin face showed a bit of sleepiness, but the woman with closed eyes on the bed
The pale woman made her sleepless. She had to protect the sleeping woman, the ill-fated Feng Xiaochan.
The rain outside kept falling, hitting the green tiles on the roof, making a dense sound. There was still a vast expanse of white outside the window. When seeing anyone, Tan Tianya felt a sudden coldness in his heart for no reason.
It made her nerves tremble slightly. It was a chill coming from the bottom of her heart, making her feel a sense of isolation and helplessness, which immediately made her a little scared. Apart from her own slight breathing, there was nothing but the sound of rain in the room.
There is no other sound like the sound of blue tiles.
Suddenly, a black shadow rolled in from the door of the house, and a biting chill rushed straight towards Tan Tianya. His whole body trembled, and an unprecedented fear suddenly surged into his heart, causing Tan Tianya to scream:
"Ah." Then, she found that her scream was instantly drowned in the sound of rain.
The black shadow's eyes shot out a cold light, and a cold light in his hand stabbed at Tan Tianya. The movement was extremely fast, which caught people off guard. Facing the sudden assassin, Tan Tianya had no sense of resistance at all. She dodged.
With her frightened eyes, she could only watch the cold light stabbing towards her.
Just when the cold light in the black shadow's hand was about to pierce Tan Tianya's chest, something flew from the narrow window and deflected the cold light in the black shadow's hand. Tan Tianya was shocked,
However, she found that a person had jumped in from the window. She had not yet clearly seen the person who entered through the window.
I saw the person who jumped in from the window rolled up a long and narrow saber, and waved it lightly. The black shadow looked like it was seeing something terrifying, and there was an incredible look in its eyes. The long and narrow saber was holding the sword.
The thunderous momentum enveloped the black shadow, and the sword, with a touch of heart-stopping blood, pierced the chest of the man in black without any resistance.
Only then did Tan Tianya see clearly that the person who jumped out of the window was a beautiful woman in coarse cloth. Her thick black hair was held up by a wooden hairpin. Although she was dressed like a village woman, she had a unique look.
With such a temperament, that beautiful woman does not apply rouge, but her skin is as white as snow and her face is as bright as pink.
"Don't panic, Miss Tan. I'll take care of everything." The beautiful woman's gentle voice instantly drove away the coldness in Tan Tianya's heart. From the other party's concerned eyes, she felt something she had never felt before.
She felt at ease, but the sleepiness in her heart came again. She could no longer control herself, so she leaned on the bed and fell asleep.
When the beautiful woman saw this, she couldn't help but shook her head, picked up the black shadow that fell to the ground and died, and threw it directly from the window.
The earth was completely white, and in the courtyard, the two intertwined figures had separated. The old man's oil lamp had dried up like a curtain. He walked slowly, and a touch of Xiao Han was exuding from his rickety back.
Seyi, a few dazzling blood-red colors condensed under the staggering steps. But those few drops of red blood quickly melted into the stream formed by rainwater.
Zhang Xiaofeng let the rain fall on him, with a calm expression on his face as he watched the departing old man walk slowly. "Hiss", without any warning, the skirt of his chest suddenly split, and a dazzling palm print suddenly appeared.
And now. Zhang Xiaofeng's face suddenly became extremely pale, and the breath all over his body immediately became sluggish.
Not far away, under the dead tree that had just sprouted new buds, stood a middle-aged man wearing a bamboo hat. The man's left and right hands were holding a knife, but the man's body did not reveal any breath, just like a stone sculpture.
Stand quietly.
"Next, it's up to you." Zhang Xiaofeng whispered. He seemed to be talking to himself, and seemed to be explaining something. After saying that, he turned around and walked into the house. There was a chill in the air.
The smell of frost slowly diluted in the heavy rain, and was finally washed away to the last drop.
Endless qi energy surged out from around the Ci De Hall, and the surging qi energy condensed into extremely fierce dragons. The qi energy made bursts of roars and rushed towards Wanyan Wudi.
Wanyan Wudi's eyes narrowed, and he flapped his palms towards those qi energy. As he kept waving his palms up, his body not only moved, but every time he slapped a palm away, he roared away.
The energy quickly disappeared. After Wanyan Wudi slapped away the energy rushing toward him, he only felt a dull pain in his chest.
"What a heaven-slaying formation. I didn't expect this legend to be true." Wanyan Wudi raised the corner of his mouth slightly, but there was no sign of surprise.