Looking at the sharp-edged golden light spell attached to Hu Xiuwu's body, Tian Jinzhong was very moved and recalled the past years:
"This sharp golden light is really the style of the big-eared thief. This kid, Xiuwu, has learned the Huaiyi Golden Light Curse to a 100% degree."
Zhang Zhiwei smiled and said: "After all, he is Huaiyi's disciple."
Tian Jinzhong suddenly became curious. He looked up at Zhang Zhiwei and said, "By the way, you and Huaiyi were competing late at night to see who won. You went down the mountain the next day, and the master didn't let us go up. Huaiyi asked about the result of that competition."
Lu Jin, standing next to Zhang Zhiwei, smiled and said: "Hahaha, I heard that someone on Longhu Mountain defeated the Laotian Master. I was also curious about who it was. Is it the Zhang Huaiyi?"
Zhang Zhiwei laughed loudly: "It's all rumors. How could that kid win me over?"
In the stands, these three were the only ones who were still in the mood to joke. The rest of the people, even the ten guys, were all watching the battle below attentively. The younger generation were even more frightened and couldn't believe it at all. The one who shook the heavens and the earth in one move and filled the sky with anger was one of their peers.
In the arena,
Feng Xingtong's body was filled with a cold and ominous demonic aura. He made the demonic aura condense on his fingertips, and his hands seemed to have turned into the fangs of the demonic python. When he twisted them forward, he crushed the cold air, like Guang Guang. Han Gufeng’s huge sword.
The sword was scattered in all directions, but the golden sword behind the sword remained unabated and majestic.
The broadsword transformed from a wooden broom resembles Guan Yu's Yanyue Sword. Hu Xiuwu wields it with the heavy sword technique of Youyue Sword Technique. He flips his right wrist, moves the shaft forward, holds the tail of the shaft with his left hand, and holds the tail of the shaft with his right hand. He moved forward and pushed down the originally raised blade.
The heavy sword slashed down like a falling star from a mountain, carrying a huge force and slashing towards Feng Xingtong.
Feng Xingtong crossed his hands in front of his head to protect him, and the demonic energy on his forearms condensed into fine snake scales to strengthen his defense.
The long sword of golden light scraped across the snake scales, and the scales were chopped into pieces and dispersed into demonic aura, as if a hot knife had scratched an ink block.
Feng Xingtong fell back to the ground as if being crushed by a high tower. The demonic python, which was originally showing the potential to leap into the sky, was pressed back to the ground and was repelled by the huge force carried by the blade.
Feng Xingtong plowed two ditches more than ten meters long on the ground with his feet before he lost his momentum and stopped.
Feng Xingtong's feet were stuck in the mud, his arms were shaking uncontrollably, and his forearms were obviously red and swollen. He was breathing heavily, and there was cold sweat left on his face from the shock:
"It's only one move, can't I hold on? Although I have known for a long time that I am not Hu Xiuwu's opponent, the gap is too big."
"Hmph, Xiao Xiuwu has been practicing Huangting Sutra since he was a child. When it comes to life strength, I am afraid that even the Taoist priests of Quanzhen Longmen in your generation are not his opponents. No, no one in the previous generation can be his. opponent."
Liu Kunsheng's voice sounded in Feng Xingtong's mind.
Feng Xingtong said tentatively: "Lian, aren't you even your opponent, Uncle Liu?"
Liu Kunsheng snorted coldly and said proudly: "In terms of deep cultivation, no one in this world is my opponent, but you are not my disciple after all, and there is no way to show my true strength. Unless you lend me your body, I can...”
Before he finished speaking, Feng Xingtong said decisively without any hesitation: "Okay! Then I will temporarily lend my body to Uncle Liu."
Such a decisive answer made Liu Kunsheng stunned for a moment, and then he said in a deep tone: "Boy, do you dare to lend me your body? Don't think that your family's Julingsend General is omnipotent. After you hand over your body to me, I will If you want to leave, you can’t stop me!”
Feng Xingtong said sincerely: "I know, but I can't beat Hu Xiuwu anyway, why not take a gamble? Besides, with such a strong enemy like Hu Xiuwu, doesn't Uncle Liu want to give it a try?"
After a moment of silence, Liu Kunsheng muttered: "Nowadays, the juniors are more cunning than the last."
"Although I am dissatisfied with this spiritual commander, you really like me. Since you have made up your mind, then give your body to me and let me teach you how to fight!"
"good!"
After making up his mind, Feng Xingtong was unambiguous and would let go of the guardianship of his mind and guide Liu Kunsheng to take over his body using the method of inviting spirits to take over the body in Liangshan as recorded in Ju Ling Qi General.
Liu Kunsheng got up behind Feng Xingtong, and the surrounding evil spirits were obediently guarding Feng Xingtong like ghosts.
Feng Xingtong's sorcerer's signature pale eyes also turned into red demon pupils, and fine snake scales faintly appeared on his body.
In an instant, Feng Xingtong's aura was completely different. The greenness that was originally mixed with the demonic aura was gone, leaving only the unruly and boundless aura.
The Immortal Family came to the body, and the Demon King was born!
Hu Xiuwu held his sword in front of him and asked tentatively: "Uncle Liu?"
'Feng Xingtong' twisted his neck and became familiar with this unfamiliar body: "I have long wanted to try your methods, little Xiuwu, and today is a good opportunity."
At the same time, Liu Kunsheng thought silently in his heart: Come on, let me see how capable the Yin Lord trained by Shangqing is!
Hu Xiuwu guessed Feng Xingtong's plan and praised: "I didn't expect that Feng Xingtong looks a little weak on the outside, but he is very decisive on the inside."
In this regard, he is the same as his father.
The man looked like a scholar, but in his heart he was a tolerant and wise tycoon like Gou Jian, the king of Yue.
"Okay, stop inking, let's do it!"
It had been a long time since he had encountered a decent opponent, and he had encountered a nemesis like General Ju Lingqian. Feng Xingtong, who was holding back his breath, couldn't wait to start the battle.
However, this time he brought a completely different sense of oppression to Hu Xiuwu.
Hu Xiuwu raised the tail of the pole to the tip of his brow with his right hand, and held it in the pole with his left hand. The head of the golden Yanyue Sword hung in front of him, using the spear technique to advance, attack, and retreat in a dripping position, waiting for work.
'Feng Xingtong' swung his right hand so fast that his arm seemed to have no bones, throwing out a round curve.
The demonic energy condensed on it like a long whip or a snake's tail, tearing out a shrieking wind and blasting towards Hu Xiuwu with the power of breaking mountains and splitting rivers.
Great Snake Magic: Python Whip.
When the python whip came, Hu Xiuwu did not dare to be careless and immediately raised his long knife to stop Feng Xingtong's whip hand.
'Feng Xingtong''s whip hand was blocked by the knife pole, but Hu Xiuwu felt a strong force coming from Feng Xingtong's hand.
The blade seemed to be wrapped around a giant python, which was shrinking and twisting around the golden light on the broom, trying to crush it into pieces.
Da Mang Snake Divine Skill·Snake Twisting Strength.
The snake twisting force squeezed the golden light into several spiral traces. Seeing that the golden light spell could not be maintained under the snake twisting force, it was about to fall into pieces.
The golden light suddenly became harder, and it actually supported Feng Xingtong's twisting.
'Feng Xingtong' looked directly at Hu Xiuwu with interest: "Oh, you finally showed your true ability."
Hu Xiuwu on the opposite side is no longer as relaxed and carefree as he was at the beginning. There is a strong fighting spirit in his eyes. The Seven Killing Orders and Killing Orders of Gods and Ghosts are silently operating.
Transform his fighting spirit into the red Three Corpses Qi, turn it into power, flow under the golden light, and bless the golden light.
The peaceful golden light also became overbearing and arrogant under the influence of the Three Corpses.
Hu Xiuwu held the shaft in his hand and used all his strength to open Feng Xingtong. Three sword qi were simultaneously stimulated from the blade, intertwined with each other, and flew towards Feng Xingtong with stronger cutting and penetrating power.
At the same time, the blade that originally resembled the Yanyue Sword also deformed again, growing three points and two blades.
The two of them no longer held back and went all out, and the remaining energy that escaped during the fight could no longer be controlled.
For a time, the earth cracked, the walls shattered, and deep pits caused by meteorite impacts and artillery bombardments appeared on the ground from time to time.
Naturally, the auditorium was inevitably affected by the aftermath. Several Youyue Sword Qi slashed at Feng Xingtong, but he dodged it. The sword Qi followed the original trajectory and flew towards the auditorium.
Rong Shan, the referee of this match, immediately flew forward and rushed in front of Jian Qi, holding up the golden light to prevent the spectators from being accidentally injured.
not good! I can't stop this sword!
As soon as Jian Qi was stopped by the golden light, Rong Shan secretly thought that it was not good. These sword Qi were far tougher and sharper than he imagined.
After being blocked by his golden light, Jian Qi still did not dissipate. Instead, he kept cutting his golden light, trying to move forward. He had already used the golden light spell to the extreme, but he still could not stop Jian Qi from moving forward.
This shows that his cultivation level in Rongshan is far inferior to that of Hu Xiuwu.
He has been practicing for more than forty years, but he can't stop the sword energy of a junior who is almost the same age as his junior brother.
A sense of despair suddenly arose in Rongshan's heart, and he suddenly understood the powerlessness of a foreigner who was in the same generation as Tianshi.
That kind of fault-like strength can't even raise the confidence to catch up.
Just when Rongshan's golden light was about to be torn apart by the sword energy, several thin ropes condensed by the golden light rushed over from the side like spiritual snakes, and easily dispersed these sword energy.
Rongshan breathed a sigh of relief and immediately recognized the origin of this familiar golden light.
That is the golden light spell of the old Heavenly Master.
