In the cold autumn festival, the fallen leaves turn yellow on the road.
On the ancient street, the cool breeze is blowing, and the murderous atmosphere is chilling.
Those monks all sensed that something was wrong, and their bodies were like light swallows, and they quietly left, and those strange beasts covered with scales, big birds with golden feathers and white feathers, also smelled the smell of danger and slowly retreated.
Of course, there are also monks who are high and courageous, such as a few young men in white clothes who are drinking under the bronze pillars of the Dragon Court, and a few gray-haired old men above the high-rise Golden Pavilion, these people all have indifferent expressions, they are very confident in their cultivation, and there is nothing for them to retreat.
Feng Feiyun took out a white silk silk cloth from his arms, covered his mouth and coughed twice, the silk cloth was covered with blood, and his face became even paler, making many monks guess who this sick man was.
The two Shenwu soldiers standing opposite Feng Feiyun were riding on the back of the unicorn, the black iron armor on their bodies was heavy, and one of them drew the war knife in his hand, his eyes were cold, and said: "Feng Gongzi, have you thought about it?"
Feng Feiyun smiled and said nothing.
Another Shenwu army soldier shouted: "Feng Feiyun, you have been hit by the rotten blood of the king of Hades, but you are just a dying person, you must go with us today, otherwise don't blame our Shenwu army for bullying the weak and dealing with you as a disabled person." ” "Smack" He threw out a pair of basalt iron shackles, still in front of Feng Feiyun, as if he was scolding the prisoner, "Bring the iron shackles yourself, or we will help you." ” Feng Feiyun sat on the pale copper car, under the hat, silent, his eyes were blank, and his body was trembling, like a terminally ill old man in the twilight.
"It turned out to be the son of the demon Feng Feiyun" Under the bronze pillar of the Dragon Court, a female student of the Vientiane Pagoda turned around, it was twenty-eight years old, and her appearance was quite pretty, and she was staring curiously at the coachman driving the copper car.
A man in a white shirt next to her said regretfully: "It's a pity that a generation of talents, who could have become the first person in the Shenjin Dynasty, is now so downtrodden, and is forced to be like a lost dog." ” "Fate played a joke on him, the prosperity is gone, and the destiny is prematurely decaying."
"Although Feng Feiyun is still alive, he only has a lifespan of two years, and he can't use force with people at all, otherwise the rotten blood of the king of Hades will flow faster, and he will die faster like that."
Several of the students of the Vientiane Pagoda were embarrassed, three of them used to know Feng Feiyun, and they were all students of the Wu Tower, but now no one planned to help him, after all, he was no longer the descendant of the arrogant God King, but just a terminally ill waste.
Who wants to offend a big man like Ling Donglai for such a person These Vientiane Tower trainees who were acquainted with Feng Feiyun all turned their heads and pretended not to see anything.
This is the hot and cold state of the world Feng Feiyun's lips trembled a little, and said, "I'm already a mortal person, can't you just let me go?"
"Haha let you go, laugh at me, laugh at me, the famous son of the demon would say such a thing."
His voice sank, and he said, "Feng Feiyun, if you kneel on the ground and beg us, we may go to General Ling to help you intercede." ” The other soldier of the Shenwu Army also had a sneering smile on his face, staring at Feng Feiyun playfully.
"Well, I didn't want to kill, but you have to force me."
Feng Feiyun trembled his arms, slowly raised them, and then waved them down, and a cold wind blew over the ancient street.
"Poof" The body of the Shenwu Army soldier standing on the left suddenly cracked, from the center of his eyebrows to his crotch, neatly split in half, and the blood was sprinkled on the ground, and even the body of the unicorn under him was born with a blood streak, and the huge body fell to the side.
"Bang la la" There was a knife mark left on the ancient street, a meter deep, from under Feng Feiyun to the end of the street, and the ground was full of rubble.
This is a knife cut by a sick seedling Another soldier of the Shenwu Army was so frightened that he spasmed, with a look of disbelief in his eyes, if it weren't for the will that the Shenwu Army had cultivated all year round without fear of life and death, I am afraid that he would have fallen from the sadness of the Qiniu at this moment.
"Feng Feiyun, you still dare to do it."
The soldier of the Shenwu Army roared angrily, and as soon as his arm was stretched, the Xuanwu iron flail on the ground flew up, fell into his hand, and rode a unicorn, like a gust of black wind swept over.
The sound of the hooves of the unicorn shook the ancient city.
The basalt iron flail made a metallic clashing sound.
"Huh" The second sword qi flew out, and it was extremely frenzied, directly dividing the corpse of this Shenwu army into eight pieces, and the four legs of the huge unicorn were also broken, and they fell directly to the ground.
The woman who was sitting at the end of the street drinking, paused slightly, did not turn her head, and continued to drink.
"Ahem" Feng Feiyun shook the dust on the hat, and then brought it back to his head, "Ling Donglai, you still have to take action yourself, I want to have a good fight with you a long time ago." ” Ling Donglai stood on top of the high-rise Ling Pavilion, with a majestic momentum, and said: "You have the rotten blood of the king of Hades in your body, and the more you fight, the faster you die, if you fight with me, I'm afraid your life will be gone." ” "Before you die, you can fight with a strong man like you, and you won't be wronged if you die."
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"Then I Will Fulfill You" The war knife on Donglai's waist automatically flew out, like a half-moon hanging in the air, the sword light was terrifying, and the battle spirit of the strange beast was condensed in the sword, and it was fused with the Shenwu sword technique.
A knife fell, destroying the withering and decaying.
"Boom" A white stone giant knife flew from the bottom to the top, and dragon qi surged upward, blocking the Shenwu battle knife.
"Boom, boom, boom" collided more than seventy times in a row, and finally the Shenwu war knife was cut into pieces, turned into iron filings, and rushed up in reverse, blasting towards Ling Donglai like a rain of knives.
Ling Donglai stretched out his hand, and a wave cloud flew out of his palm, and those iron filings suddenly turned into powder and disappeared.
"Whew" The white stone giant knife slashed up, and a white dragon shadow rose into the air, which was very realistic, like a fairy dragon swimming forward, fierce and powerful.
This is already the Mahayana of the second move of the Dragon Emperor's sword technique, and the Dragon Emperor is in the Nine Heavens.
If everyone else was supposed to be frightened by this trick, they would have fled, but Ling Donglai was still unmoving, the cloak on his back was blowing in the wind, and Feng Feiyun seemed to be really desperate, wanting to fight me with all his might.
This is the battle of trapped beasts, and there is no need to fight hard with a mortal person, so that Donglai's body flew up, stepping on a purple cloud, intending to rush to the sky, to consume Feng Feiyun to death.
Ling Donglai is not a martial artist, but a wise master with great wisdom, otherwise he would not have become the youngest general Ling.
"Boom" Feng Feiyun's speed was much faster than him, and he was already standing in the clouds, carrying a white stone war knife, and a knife cloud flew from the sky, forcing Ling Donglai back, and had to fight hard with Feng Feiyun.
"One finger on the top" made Donglai stand on the top of the high-rise Ling Pavilion, and a wave-like finger light flew out, turning into a pillar of light, heading straight into the green underworld, and a wave of water ripple-like qi gushed out, destroying everything around.
The houses, palaces, bluestones of the ancient streets, strange beasts and ancient birds in the ancient city, a large area were turned into powder, and they were crushed by this finger light, and the students of the Vientiane Pagoda could not escape, and there were blood marks on their bodies, and they almost died in the finger light, they were confident enough in their cultivation, but this was just the aftermath of Ling Donglai's finger, which made them hit hard.
This is also the mastery that Ling Donglai has comprehended from the three Taoist sayings of the Dao Ancestor, and his attack power is even more terrifying than the "Taiqing Eight Array Diagram".
Feng Feiyun was wearing cloth clothes, wearing a hat, standing in the clouds, a black cloud shook in the dantian, and a black ancient monument flew out of the dantian, as high as thirty-three zhang, like a heavenly divine seal pressed down from the sky.
There are hundreds of purple mansions, surrounded by black holy monuments There were eighteen figures who couldn't see it clearly, standing in the eighteen directions of the Black Holy Monument to guard, and they recited the Great Dao Tianyin in their mouths.
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Feng Feiyun stood on top of the huge black holy monument, pressing directly downward, and had already called up the natal magic weapon, and shot with all his might, to fight quickly, like an inscription that fell from the heavenly realm, overwhelming people.
"Boom" Ling Donglai hit the "One Finger on the Clear" and couldn't stop the black holy monument, and the finger light was like entering a black sea of clouds, without any ripples.
The ground had begun to dent, sinking into the sigil of a holy monument.
The high-rise Ling Pavilion where Ling Donglai was standing had collapsed and turned into powder, "such a powerful natal weapon" Ling Donglai waved his sleeves, and five spiritual rays rolled up into the sky, and even shot out five spiritual weapons at the same time, one was a three-zhang white sword, one was a half-cut rotten wood, one was an iron tower, and two were blue and purple spirit beads, half blue and half purple, with bright colors, and the power could shatter a city and break a mountain.
Ling Donglai is a person with great luck, these five spiritual weapons were all picked up by him in the ancient relics cave, not only these spiritual weapons, but also many spiritual stones, spiritual pills, secret scrolls and exercises.
The five spiritual weapons are like five small suns, the brilliance is very dazzling, and it is supported by Ling Donglai's hands, and a Taiqing Eight Array Diagram is condensed on the palm.
Five spiritual artifacts hung in the air above the formation diagram, striking the black holy monument.
This scene moved countless people, and the epic genius battle can simply destroy a city.
"Ling Donglai is extremely talented, and his luck is unmatched in the world, and there was once a Taoist scattered person who wanted to take him as a disciple, but he refused."
"Even if it is a Tianhou level person, it is impossible to carry five spiritual weapons on his body at the same time, and the younger generation of monks can already be the king and hegemon if they can have one spiritual weapon, but he actually sacrificed five spiritual weapons at the same time, which is really enviable."
"Feng Feiyun is also very powerful, he has been hit by the rotten blood of the King of Hades, and he is still as strong as a divine dragon, the first day of the former Shenjin Dynasty is really not to be underestimated, at least when his cultivation has not dropped to a certain level, those who want to move him will not have good fruits to eat."
The people who disdained Feng Feiyun before couldn't say a word at the moment.
The monks of the ancient city had fled from the city, fearing that the battle between the two would destroy the ancient city
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