On the mirror of the city wall, the Great Mysterious Light Technique vividly displayed a ferocious head.
Everyone was stunned and motionless.
Even the purple-haired old man Zhao Xiao looked dull.
He didn't expect that Mr. Han, who was so talented, would be killed so easily.
He was executed in public and was completely defeated.
Zhao Xiao gritted his teeth and his temples bulged.
Feng Wuji's strength far exceeded his expectations.
"How could such a person come out of a small tribe?"
"We have to investigate this kid!"
He had an ominous premonition in his heart.
boom!
After a moment of dead silence, everyone took a breath and burst into an uproar.
"Mr. Han is already in the Purple Mansion realm... and he actually lost?"
"Who is this kid?!"
"Mr. Han died so tragically. This guy looked shy, but he was unambiguous in his attacks!"
"The Han family and the four major families have always been on the same side. It seems difficult for this kid to escape."
…
Everyone was talking and amazed.
The head of the Han family stared blankly at his son's head on the screen.
"Feng'er..."
"How can it be……"
His eyes were dull and he murmured Mr. Han's nickname.
puff!
Immediately afterwards, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his body fell straight down.
…
After killing a group of people from the Han family, Feng Wuji casually threw away the wooden sword in his hand.
call out!
The wooden sword flew diagonally and struck, destroying the mysterious formation hidden in a big tree.
On the mirror of the city wall, the picture related to this place instantly went black.
at the same time.
Feng Wuji glanced at the woods behind him and said loudly:
"After watching the show for so long, you should have seen enough!"
"Come out!"
"Don't let me invite you personally."
There was no movement in the forest, only the sound of the gentle breeze blowing through the treetops.
A sneer appeared at the corner of Feng Wuji's mouth.
"Then don't blame me for taking action!"
boom!
He volleyed his palm towards the woods.
The wind from the palm was so strong that it broke large trees in half.
A blood-red figure appeared suddenly, accompanied by Jie Jie's weird smile.
"You guys can actually find me?"
"interesting."
This person was wearing a blood-red robe and had a sickly pale face.
It was the disciple of the Blood Demon Cult.
"The smell of blood on your body cannot be hidden from my nose."
"I can smell it from a long way away."
Feng Wuji smiled.
The Soul Refining Tower is refining his soul all the time.
Making his perception even more terrifying.
From the time Mr. Han arrived, this person had been hiding in the dark to watch.
Feng Wuji didn't know what he was thinking, so he simply pointed it out.
If he has evil intentions, he will be killed.
The disciples of the Blood Fiend Sect were stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.
"You're a really interesting guy."
"Much better than those so-called children from famous families."
"I just don't know how long your confidence can last?"
Before he finished speaking, he waved his hand.
The bloody sleeves stirred, and a long scarlet river gushes out.
Looks like blood but not blood.
"Let me experience the power of Kenshin!"
There was a fanatical look on his pale face.
Feng Wuji raised his eyebrows and said with a smile:
"You are well-informed and have seen the foundation of my swordsmanship."
The disciples of the Blood Fiend Sect sneered.
"Don't think I'm one of those idle people!"
"When you used that red sword energy, you didn't use your elemental power, nor did you consume your sword energy."
"Except for the rumored Kenshin, there is no other possibility."
There was a hint of jealousy in his eyes:
"At a young age, you have already mastered the art of swordsmanship. You can be regarded as the proud son of heaven."
Feng Wuji said calmly: "Thank you."
The disciple of the Blood Fiend Cult suddenly clasped his hands together and shouted: "I hate geniuses like you the most!"
"In this regard, you are just as disgusting as Xia Qi!"
boom!
The long scarlet river was activated and turned into a stream of threads, flying in the air and rolling towards Feng Wuji.
"You won't dare to use that broken wooden sword to catch my attack, will you?"
The disciples of the Blood Demon Sect laughed wildly and said:
"Quickly draw your sword and let me learn from you!"
Feng Wuji's expression condensed.
The scarlet river like blood actually contains abundant water energy.
The corners of his mouth curled up, and he stood there, calm and composed.
When the disciples of the Blood Fiend Sect saw how arrogant he was, they frowned and became angry.
His long scarlet river was refined from the blood spring underground in the Blood Demon Sect.
The Bloody Spring, like the weak water in Qixia Mountain, is a natural wonder.
If ordinary cultivators touch it, they will be assimilated in an instant and become part of the blood fountain.
This kid doesn't know what is good or bad right now!
Boom!
Scarlet Pilian suddenly skyrocketed.
In the blink of an eye, it has expanded into a huge scarlet waterfall, terrifying and overwhelming!
It wasn't until the waterfall was in front of him that Feng Wuji lazily stretched out his finger.
There is a cold light shining on the fingertips.
Boom!
The overwhelming waterfall suddenly stopped moving forward.
Click, click, click!
At the place pointed out by a finger, the blood spring slowly solidified and formed scarlet ice crystals!
Within a few breaths, the waterfall was frozen into a wall of ice.
"What?"
The disciples of the Blood Demon Sect were extremely horrified.
He discovered that he had lost control of the blood fountain!
I never expected that the kid in front of me didn't even use the sword heart, but just casually broke the blood fountain!
He has seen many strong men who are proficient in water control, but no one can do it to this extent!
"This kid..."
The pale face of the Blood Fiend Cult disciple turned red.
Even though he was an elite member of the Blood Demon Sect, he still felt frustrated.
Countless talented practitioners have never understood the "Tao" throughout their lives.
And the young man in front of him is actually a swordsman who has understood the heart of the sword!
The art of sword cultivation emphasizes that one sword can defeat all kinds of magic. No matter how powerful your skills are, I will kill them all with one sword!
But why can he still be distracted to understand the way to control water?
"God, how partial you are!"
The disciples of the Blood Fiend Sect looked up to the sky and roared, extremely unwilling to do so.
"do not fight."
"I never thought that my blood fountain would meet its nemesis today."
Feng Wuji smiled slightly and pointed at the scarlet ice waterfall again.
The solid ice melted instantly and turned back into a gurgling fountain of blood.
He pointed in the direction of the disciples of the Blood Demon Sect.
"go!"
As if Xueyongquan had been pardoned, he obediently returned to his master.
The disciple of the Blood Demon Sect looked a little dull, sighed secretly, and took back the blood fountain.
He suddenly thought of something, his eyes flashed, he raised his head and said:
"My name is Shang Xuan."
"I didn't expect that the Linyue tribe, which has been in decline for many years, could still have a monster like you."
"I lose today."
"May I have your name?"
Feng Wuji smiled slightly: "Feng Wuji!"
Shang Xuan's figure soared into the air, and blood mist filled his body.
"This trial is extremely boring. Don't waste your time. Let's see you in the Soul Seizing Valley."
"Next time, I will break your water control technique!"
Whoosh!
Before he finished speaking, he turned into blood and disappeared.
Feng Wuji raised the corners of his mouth and said with a smile: