"The old thief is powerful, Mr. Qin, Mad Lion, Master Feng, and the Chief Zhang, I can't wait, how long can I wait!"
Yao Yue Sanren shouted wildly, "The rest of the people, let's deal with the younger generation of the Jiang family. This generation definitely does not have the magical ability to swallow up soldiers' energy. We will form formations and kill them with blood weapons."
Yaoyue is worthy of being the final winner in the seven-party competition. She is good at battle formations and commanding.
The four people he ordered just now are the only four strong liquid condensation experts left in the field.
On this side, the Qiuyue San people were well prepared. The people were divided into two groups to fight. Those below the condensation liquid went to attack the Jiang family, and those above the condensation liquid surrounded the second master of the Jiang family. The war was imminent.
Over there, the battle between Xu Yi and Feng Xifeng was also revealed.
Xu Yi was very annoyed and racked his brains to instigate a fierce fight between the two sides. Unexpectedly, Feng Xifeng didn't even care about the main battlefield and came on his own.
After several battles, with the iron spirit protecting him, Xu Yi was no longer afraid of Feng Xifeng.
What annoyed him was that he was dragged into the battle group even though he just had to sit on the mountain and watch the fight between tigers and tigers.
Feng Xifeng came very fast, and they were both boundless seas. Xu Yi had the steps to return to his original state, but Feng Xifeng had the realm to crush him, and his speed was even better.
Xu Yi was caught up before he could escape fifty feet. The sword of divine will spun around wildly, countless silver lights flashed through, and countless terrifying cracks were added to Xu Yi's body.
"Junior, I didn't want to kill you, but you pushed me too hard!"
Feng Xifeng stood alone in the air, with ink fluttering, and the divine sword in his palm was shining brightly, vowing to burn half of the sky.
Xu Yi sneered, "King of Swords, King of Sweet Swords, Old Feng, I just said this casually, but I didn't expect it to fit your temperament so well. It's now, and you and I are going to live and die." , you are still so hypocritical!"
As he spoke, energy circles emerged from his palms one after another.
"Split between life and death? Even you deserve it!"
King Feng Jian roared loudly. The Divine Intention Sword circled around, and another streak of rotten silver flashed past. Xu Yi's energy gathered, but was cut into pieces by Feng Jianwang again. In an instant, countless horrific cracks were added to the already cracked body.
"It's just a broken sword. If you abandon the sword and don't use it, how can you compete with me."
Xu Yi couldn't eat grapes at first. To put it bluntly, the grapes are extremely sour.
Secretly, he admired Feng Xifeng's Divine Will Sword to the extreme.
To this day, he and Su Na have been on the battlefield for a long time, but they have never encountered an existence as terrifying as the Divine Will Sword.
Today, he has reached the peak of Qi Sea practice, and the use of Zangfeng Style has also reached the peak of energy. He can then hit the Qi Dragon with unparalleled richness. He is confident that even the second master of the Jiang family would never dare to attack it forcefully.
But such a terrifying move was completely useless in front of Feng Xifeng.
That extremely evil sword of divine will. No matter how fierce your Qi Dragon is, everything will disappear with a flash of silver light.
The murderous intention is strong, the sword strikes quickly, and when the sword comes, there is no way to resist. If it were not for the iron spirit, someone would have been killed by the sword long ago.
Facing this kind of opponent, Xu Yi could only exhaust himself until he was exhausted. Maybe there is an opportunity to take advantage of.
Both are boundless seas, Xu Yi has absolute confidence in the strength of his soul. "But relying on a strange talisman, I want to see how long this broken talisman can last!"
Feng Xifeng sneered. He concentrated on moving the sword, and for a moment, the sword energy filled the sky, almost burning half of the sky.
Resistance was useless, Xu Yi simply gave up his efforts and worked hard to activate the Invincible Golden Body. At the same time, he also tried to capture this extremely sharp sword intent.
Ten swords, a hundred swords, a thousand swords
The Divine Will Sword is like a red elf, spinning constantly, pieces of rotten silver, almost tearing the entire sky apart.
Among the rotten silver, Xu Yi is like a piece of glass that can be constantly united, broken bit by bit, and then bonded bit by bit after a dose of extreme medicine.
Then, broken again, reunited again.
The intensive tearing brought Xu Yi great pain, but the physical pain was completely overshadowed by Xu Yi's spiritual joy.
Xu Yi could clearly feel that the severing of the Divine Intention Sword had brought great benefits to his body. With this endless severing, the Invincible Golden Body seemed to be evolving.
He could even feel that his body was getting harder and harder to separate, and the recovery speed was getting faster and faster. Even the gray sun deep in the sea of qi was a little brighter.
In addition to the physical transformation, what made Xu Yi even more excited was that the trace of sword intent he had been trying to capture from the beginning finally had a familiar flavor.
It turned out that Xu Yi had planned to wait until Feng Xifeng was completely tired before he could fight back.
However, as the iron essence in his hand became hotter and hotter, his heart gradually became hotter, and a bold and strange idea jumped out of the depths of his mind inexplicably.
At this point, he began to consciously capture the trajectory of Feng Xifeng's sword moves.
Xu Yi was completely confused by this capture. His perception was as exquisite as his, but he couldn't grasp the slightest clue.
He couldn't even feel the force of this sword move. He really didn't know where it came from. Such a strange move was almost beyond his imagination.
After all, Xu Yi had two lifetimes of knowledge. His thoughts suddenly changed, and he had a vague realization: Feng Xifeng's fleeting sword moves were very similar to the legendary state of victory without moves but with moves.
If he really cultivates to this level, what he wants to understand is not the sword moves, but the sword's intention.
When he came to this thought, he secretly cursed himself for being stupid: all the mysteries of divine will and divine will are not just the divine sword intent.
Aiming in the direction, Xu Yi began to understand with his heart. Ten swords were added to his body, a hundred swords were added to his body, and a thousand swords were added to his body. Using his body as a furnace and his heart as a touch, he allowed the storm of swords to be tempered thousands of times. He only used his heart to capture a trace of the meaning. .
Gradually, Xu Yi finally caught the inexplicable sharpness.
It is a kind of sharp meaning that my heart is only about the sword, and the sword is only about me. Once the sword is drawn, it will cut off everything.
"This is the real top martial arts!"
Inexplicably, Xu Yi felt a strong sense of admiration.
The ancestor of the Wen family was tired. At first, he had a strong impulse to watch a wonderful drama.
However, the two martial arts students on the stage kept walking around the stage pillars, one, two, ten, one hundred and countless times, until he felt sleepy.
The ancestors of the Wen family were all tired of watching the opera, and the opera singer Feng Jianwang on the stage was even more tired.
Xu Yi guessed right. His unparalleled swordsmanship was all due to his sharp intention to cut through everything and melt his own intention into sword intention. This was how he became the famous Sword King Feng Xifeng in Vietnam.
Just as human strength is sometimes limited, so is human will.
He simply suspected that Daoyan handed over the Vajra amulet at the bottom of the box to the scar-faced child.
Otherwise, his Divine Will Sword, which is enough to force the soul-sensing ancestor to retreat, and is invincible below the level of condensation, why after thousands of sword blows, he still can't take down this scar-faced child who has no power to fight back.
After thousands of sword strikes, his soul, which had been trained to be extremely tough, gradually became empty.
The scar-faced child opposite him remained the same, breaking, taking medicine, breaking again, and taking medicine again. He really didn't know how much extreme medicine was stored in the Sumeru ring of this scar-faced child.
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