"Hahahaha, I finally understand, senior Tian Xingyun, thank you very much," Yunfeng roared after laughing several times in the void.
Xuanyuan Tianxingyun left him with the "Transformation Shadow" practice experience that recorded a sentence: "Five shadows merge into one shape and transform into the void."
Yunfeng never knew what it meant, but when he saw Luo Yan When the energy phantom appeared, he understood that transforming into a void meant transforming the original deity into an energy clone to replace the original deity and kill the enemy invisibly.
"Luo Yan, try my "Five Shadow Fractal"" Yunfeng roared in the air, and four energy shadows instantly appeared on both sides of him.
"Raging waves of the sea", "Thousands of waves overlapping the sea", and "Sea-burning meteors" saw five phantoms of Yunfeng roaring almost at the same time, hitting Luo Yan from all directions and above at the same time, who looked astonished.
Within a radius of nearly ten meters with Luo Yan's figure as the center point, the air seemed to be emptied out instantly, as if it had become a vacuum.
Everyone felt that Luo Yan and the four phantoms transformed by Liang Xiaogang were watching.
When he saw the shadow, it felt like he was looking at them through the ripples of the water.
The space around Luo Yan had been completely distorted.
"Boom, boom, boom, boom!"
The five huge dragon swords slashed hard on Luo Yan's protective "Kilin Blood Sword", and Luo Yan's figure was seen retreating dozens of steps.
With a "bang", the "Qilin Blood Knife" fell to the floor.
Luo Yan only felt that his legs were weak.
He slapped his right knee and knelt down.
His bloody right hand was firmly on the floor.
Letting his body fall down, a thin thread of blood slowly flowed down his palm to the stone slab on the ground.
In the void, five figures instantly merged into one place.
Yunfeng himself, with a bright red blood streak on his head, appeared in front of everyone, and Yunfeng yelled: "End it."
Yunfeng's figure turned around very quickly, raised the Dragon Sword with both hands high, and shouted loudly: "Wrathful God Slash".
In the void, a huge silver-white energy sword shadow slashed at Luo Yan, who was half-kneeling on the ground.
Luo Yan slightly raised his head and looked at the huge sword shadow slashed down at extremely fast speed, and closed his eyes in despair, let alone He was severely injured now.
Even if he was in full strength, he would not dare to take the fatal blow from the opponent.
Just when the huge sword shadow was less than an inch away from Luo Yan, Luo Yan's whole body was suddenly enveloped by a layer of colorful energy.
When Yunfeng's dragon sword shadow slashed on it, it seemed to be slashed on the ground.
The layer is made of soft yet extremely stretchy cotton.
"Bang" A huge rebound force knocked Yunfeng back dozens of steps, but Yunfeng didn't feel any pain.
Yunfeng looked at the Ninth Prince in brocade clothes in confusion, guessing that it should be the Sword Emperor The Ninth Prince took action to block his sword.
Otherwise, with Luo Yan's ability, even if he tried his best to block the sword, he would not be able to knock him away dozens of steps.
"What a skill, little brother.
I have lived for more than seventy years, and you are the first young man that I almost admire.
Can you tell me what martial arts and moves you used to attack the five figures just now?"
Ninth Prince He said excitedly, in his heart, this man has been included in his personal guard list, and he will get this young man no matter what, no matter the cost.
"This is the highest secret knowledge of our Fenlin Temple, so I can't explain it," Yun Feng said calmly.
"Master Wuchen, is this really the case?"
Ninth Prince asked softly.
Although he spoke not loudly, Wuchen and others who were dozens of meters away could hear him clearly.
"Yes, what Xiaogang used is indeed the supreme secret skill of our Fenlin Temple.
Except for the extremely talented disciples of this temple, ordinary disciples and people outside the temple are not allowed to practice it.
The names of martial arts are also not allowed to be revealed to others at will.
Please forgive me, Your Majesty.
"Sin" Wuchen said politely.
"Humph, what a supreme skill.
Today, I have learned the unparalleled martial arts of "Fenlin Temple".
Fenlin Temple is indeed the "authentic martial arts" in the mainland.
I admire it and say goodbye."
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The Ninth Prince roared and flashed.
Luo Yan, who was kneeling on the ground, disappeared without a trace.
Originally, the Ninth Prince wanted to chat more with the man in front of him, but the silver-grey giant sword he used had already told the Ninth Prince that the other person was not Liang Xiaogang, but the cold-faced demon Yunfeng, whom his little Princess Wuyang missed day and night. .
But Luo Yan's pale face told him that Luo Yan's internal injury could not be delayed any longer, so he could only leave quickly.
Soon, the master of the Demonic Sect also left the Fenlin Temple quickly with all the disciples.
Liang Xiaogang's almost terrifying martial arts skills had been deeply imprinted in the minds of everyone in the Demonic Sect, and they could never lose it in their lifetime.
Go, I don’t want to wipe it Go, let me ask, which warrior is willing to forget such a brilliant contest.
Just those few martial arts skills can urge all warriors to practice hard, in order to one day be like the two of them.
Smiling proudly of all the heroes in the world.
Yunfeng put away the Dragon Sword, sheathed the green steel sword, walked slowly to Master Wuchen, and said respectfully: "Disciple Yunfeng, I want to pay my respects to Master.
I had no choice but to pretend to be a disciple of Fenlin Temple.
I hope Master will forgive me." " "Haha, Feng'er, there's no need to be so polite.
Your injury doesn't matter, right?"
Wuchen looked at the slender blood mark on Yunfeng's forehead and asked worriedly.
"Thank you for your concern, Master.
A little flesh wound will not cause any problems," Yun Feng said respectfully.
"That's good to come to Feng'er."
Wuchen gently held Yunfeng's hand and walked to Abbot Wuhui, and said with a smile: "Feng'er, this is me, Master Wuhui, the abbot of Fenlin Temple."
"Junior Yunfeng has met the master."
Yunfeng bowed and saluted Wuhui.
"The little benefactor does not need to be polite.
I have heard Junior Brother Wuchen talk about the little benefactor many times.
The younger brother said that the little benefactor is a rare genius that is rare to see in a hundred years.
I still believe it in my heart.
When I saw it today, the little benefactor is indeed a dragon and a phoenix among people.
"Master Yun is so lucky to have such a talented disciple like you," Wuhui said with a smile, his eyes full of infinite love.
"Master's words are serious.
In front of the seniors of Fenlin Temple, how can this junior dare to call him "juncai"?"
Yunfeng said respectfully.
He did not expect that Master Wuchen would have such a high opinion of himself.
"Uh" Wuchen's expression suddenly changed, and there was a sharp pain in his Dantian divine veins.
After holding on for so long, Wuchen could no longer hold on.
At first he didn't want Yunfeng to know that he had been seriously injured, but he was covered in cold sweat.
I'm afraid it can no longer be concealed.
"Master" Yunfeng whispered anxiously, holding Wuchen with his hands without leaving a trace.
"It's okay, don't worry."
Wuchen waved his hand slightly, signaling Yunfeng to keep quiet.
He didn't want too many people to know about his injury.
"Junior Brother Wukong, I will leave it to you to handle the aftermath of the disciples who were killed and injured today."
After Wuhui said that, he led Yunfeng and Wuchen into the Zen room behind the Fenlin Palace.
Wuchen had just stepped into the Zen room. , a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.
"Master, Master," Yunfeng said anxiously.
"Junior brother, how do you feel?"
After Abbot Wuhui closed the door, he hurriedly stepped forward and held Wuchen's arm and asked anxiously.
"It's not a problem, I'm just afraid that I have to trouble my senior abbot to protect me.
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My divine veins have been injured, and I just tried to forcefully fight with Demon Tianjiu a few times.
Now I can only do my best to heal the wounds, hoping to get better."
Wuchen Looking at the senior brother, he said helplessly without any regrets.
"Junior brother, I don't think it's me using my energy to heal your injuries.
Please ask Feng Donor to protect you and me."
Wuhui said worriedly.
"No need, senior brother, your injury has just recovered and you are not suitable to heal me any more.
If senior brother gets injured during the process, both of you and I will be in danger, so senior brother only needs to protect me."
Wu Chen said seriously.
"Feng'er, don't be brave anymore and heal your wounds together.
Although you just escaped Luo Yan's killing skills with your extraordinary body skills, you were already severely injured by his "sword intent".
Abdomen, if you hold on any longer, it will be of no use to you."
Wuchen looked at Yunfeng lovingly and said softly.
"It's the master."
Yunfeng was stunned for a moment and responded softly.
He had originally planned to rely on his holy skills to protect himself and gritted his teeth to heal Master Wuchen.
However, he did not expect that he would still be unable to escape from this injury.
The Dharma Eyes of Master Wuchen.
Wuchen and Yunfeng each sat cross-legged on a futon, formed a training mudra, and then started to use their skills to repair the wounds in their bodies.
Wuhui saw that the two of them had entered samadhi, so he walked out of the Zen room softly and gently closed the door.
He said to the young novices standing on both sides of the door: "Junior Brother Wuchen will be practicing in the Zen room for the next few days.
No one is allowed to disturb him."
"Disciple understands, Abbot, please rest assured," the young novice monk said respectfully.
Wuhui nodded, opened the door and entered the Zen room, sat cross-legged on a futon next to Wuchen, and began to recite the scriptures silently
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