"The last time Mr. Ferris Wolf used the Abi Sword in public was three years ago! That time, he killed a late Xuanmen demon cultivator with one sword!"
"Even in the Tianjiao Temple where geniuses gather, Ferris Wolf is a famous existence. It is said that in the Xiantian realm, he was a ninth-level genius! In the Divine Sea realm, he was a seventh-level genius. In the Golden Core realm, he was still a fifth-level genius! Even if
At the Xuanmen realm, he is still a second-level genius!"
Some people began to count his glorious achievements in detail.
"The Ferris Wolf was able to kill the late Xuanmen three years ago, and he will definitely be even more powerful three years later! Although this young monk looks very powerful, there is absolutely no way he can be Ferris Wolf's opponent!"
"It seems that another Xuanmen master is about to die at the hands of Ferris Wolf, becoming a stepping stone for him to establish his power and fame!"
The crowd hurriedly backed away, talking among themselves and their eyes shining brightly.
The actions of the two great Taoist masters can often inspire people, and some may even understand the martial arts problems that trouble them and make breakthroughs.
The black giant sword hung high above his head, ready to slash down at any time and release a thunderous strike. However, Master Zhikong, who bore the brunt of the attack, still looked calm. Instead of showing any fear, the corners of his mouth were raised, revealing a faint sneer of disdain.
He clasped his hands together, and an invisible and traceless breath was like a spring breeze that was not cold on his face. There was nothing extraordinary about it, but it caused flowers to bloom without even realizing it.
Only Sun Ning could feel that although Master Zhikong did not take action, there was a strange aura covering himself and him, making everything within a ten-foot radius suddenly become like a copper wall.
The huge black sword hanging above the head looks like a plastic toy.
"Abi Sword, cut!"
Ferris Wolf's cold and majestic voice came slowly from the black giant sword.
There was a sudden tremor in the sky, making it difficult to tell whether it was the black giant sword that was shaking or its terrifying power that made the surrounding space chaotic and unstable.
All the breath within a ten-foot radius was drained away with the brutal slash of the sword.
The already dull and chilling atmosphere suddenly became more solemn, causing one's breathing and heartbeat to stop.
Wow!
The black giant sword fell instantly, leaving only a streak of black light in people's sight.
Boom!
When the sword landed at a height of about ten feet, it suddenly made a neither light nor heavy sound, like a wooden stick hitting fiberglass. Not only did it not cause any damage to the opponent, it actually hurt his own mouth and palm.
The black sword suddenly disappeared.
People never expected that a full blow from the extremely powerful Abi Sword would end in such a joke-like way.
Ferris Wolf appeared and saw that his face was red, his energy and blood were obviously rising, and he almost wanted to vomit blood.
And the way he looked at Master Zhikong was as if a living person had seen a ghost in broad daylight, full of disbelief and deep fear.
He is a high-level genius, and his cultivation in the middle stage of Xuanmen has been polished and solidified perfectly. He is only one step away from advancing to the late stage. He thinks that he can win against the peak Xuanmen warriors.
But Master Zhikong hardly used any means to resolve the Abi Sword in such an incredible way. Let alone Xuanmen masters, even those Nine Tribulations masters may not be able to do it!
Master Zhikong was not idle.
He would not give Ferris Wolf too much time to marvel, and said with a sigh: "With this little three-legged cat skill, how dare you act so arrogantly in front of my master?"
He raised his jade-white palm and patted it lightly.
A mana palm that was about ten feet long, as if it were a substance, was struck down at the head of the Skywolf.
Snap!
The top genius of the Tianjiao Temple, the main member of the Spirit Sword Society, and the famous Xuanmen master of the Realm League, seemed to be suddenly hit by a big mountain. His feet crushed the solid stone slabs within three squares.
The person sank directly, with his knees sinking into the ground, leaving only most of his body outside.
The crowd gasped.
What makes people widen their eyes and unable to look directly is that the mana palm, which was just an appetizer just now, actually slapped the Skywolf on the back.
Skywolf's back felt like it was struck by lightning, his whole body trembled violently, and with the crisp sound of broken bones, his upper body fell straight down, and was hit directly on the floor by this unparalleled palm.
"Please make an apology to my master!"
Master Zhikong smiled slightly, took a few steps back, and came obediently behind Sun Ning, bowing slightly, looking like a dog slave.
"this……"
I don't know how many people looked at each other without saying anything, just staring blankly.
Ferris Wolf, the well-known Xuanmen master in the Realm Alliance, was kneeling down, sinking deeply into the ground, with his back four inches lower than the ground.
The difference is that when kneeling normally, the knees are bent.
This time Ferris Wolf knelt down, but his thighs were bent.
His two thigh bones were actually broken by this palm. Under the huge force, they were bent at ninety degrees on his thighs, making him kneel.
The Yuanjie battlefield has an extremely stable spatial structure, and it is difficult for ordinary Jindan warriors to leave traces even on ordinary ground.
These broad and thick stone slabs were even specially made and were even more durable. A hundred years later, the floor was still as clean as new, without even a trace left. However, today, under the palm of Master Zhikong, it was shattered into pieces several feet wide.
"The Ferris Wolf was defeated..."
"Oh my God! How can this slave of Sun Ning... be so powerful!"
The ferris wolf was deeply embedded in the ground. His face was sore from the hard stones. The blood he spat out was vomited on the ground and soaked into his face. The smell of blood was astounding and filthy. He felt pain everywhere in his body.
Hearing the discussions around him again, he was so angry that he almost fainted.
His whole body still felt like a mountain was pressing down on him, making it difficult for him to move at all.
He, the Skywolf, travels all over the world, but has he ever suffered such humiliation?
"Didn't you just want to kill me? Why didn't you kill me?"
In Ferris Wolf, he heard the voice of a very villainous person, it was Sun Ning.
As Sun Ning spoke, he clasped his hands behind his back and walked slowly to the body where Ferris Wolf was embedded. In full view of everyone, he stretched out his right foot and stepped on the back of his head, not lightly or hard, not coldly.
He said nonchalantly: "Do you like this kneeling posture?"
Ferris Wolf spit out the dirt in his mouth with difficulty, and shouted with difficulty: "Sun Ning, if you dare to do this to me, the Spirit Sword will not let you go, and the Tianjiao Temple will not let you go! I, Ferris Wolf, will never let you go.
If I pass you, I will cut you into pieces!"
"You dare to speak harshly even when you are about to die!"
Sun Ning was not polite and stepped on his back. Another crisp sound of broken bones was heard, and he said calmly: "Skywolf, what you just threatened me seems to have a lot of background. Then
Let these people you just mentioned bring something to redeem your life!" (To be continued)