At least, in just half a stick of incense, he had already seen this scar-faced child take no less than fifty top-grade elixirs.
Even Feng's Sumeru Ring definitely does not contain these many top-quality elixirs. "Such an evildoer will bring disaster to the world if he is left alive. Master, please forgive my disobedience."
Feng Xifeng's cold eyes suddenly shot out a few cold stars.
There was a box in both palms, and the divine sword that was constantly surrounding the body suddenly stopped.
The rotten silver in the sky disappeared, the glow in the sky suddenly dimmed, and the clouds in the sky trembled.
The clear sky and the afterglow of the setting sun produced the last brilliant red color.
The red sword that had been jumping in the void finally fell into Feng Xifeng's palm.
He stroked the blade of the sword gently, his eyes showing intoxicating affection, and spoke calmly without any warning, "This sword has been with me for nine years and two hundred and seven days. Since five years ago, when a certain swordsman mastered it, this sword came out, The group of demons forced them to retreat, killing 327 evil demons and 18 people in the liquid condensation realm. There was no calculation below the sea of qi. The sword came out and the thieves were destroyed. No one could block its sharp edge. Can you stand up under the sword of divine will? Half a stick of incense, you are the first."
"Thank you for the compliment, there must be a reward!"
Xu Yi smiled slightly.
With a click, the tree branch under the ancestor of the Wen family suddenly collapsed.
It's a boring drama, but now I can only get a taste of it. How can I tolerate the little thief changing his style of painting like this?
Feng Xifeng's chest suddenly felt tight, and he raised his head, his eyes were all gray and white, "Xia Chong can't say anything, I just want to pay homage to you, but I didn't expect that you are a common person, so you should die!"
"Condensation!"
Feng Xifeng shouted, his body suddenly compressed, and his whole body was half shorter. The Divine Intention Sword in his palm suddenly glowed brightly, looking like a bright torch from a distance.
In an instant, it was within a hundred feet in radius. A sudden strong wind blew up, causing all the clouds in the sky to scatter. The huge waterfall in the distance was blown up by the strong wind, and the water was lifted up.
This huge power, which made the world change its color, immediately attracted everyone's attention. The fierce battle outside the giant waterfall came to a halt. Countless people had to stop fighting and try their best to stabilize their bodies.
"I mean murder!"
Feng Xifeng gave a loud shout and raised the Divine Will Sword in his hand. In an instant, the Divine Will Sword surged ten feet. Spanning between heaven and earth.
The terrifying murderous intent was so overwhelming that all the beasts around him exploded one after another.
At this moment, the dispute in front of the giant waterfall had completely stopped, and all eyes were focused on the intertwining of bright silver and crimson.
"Suffer death!"
Feng Xifeng suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the ten-foot-long Divine Will Sword was slashed down with supreme killing intent. As soon as the sword was released, the huge pressure caused the two sides of the river ten feet below to separate, revealing a vortex several feet deep. Where the sword pointed, a black hole appeared.
The sky is filled with murderous intent, and the sword is boundless!
Xu Yi remained unwavering. The closed eyes suddenly opened, as if even the skin and flesh were aware that this was the moment of life and death. The tiny pores close instantly, and the hairs stand straight as if they were electrified. The spiritual platform was completely clear, facing the scorching sun that was as red as blood.
He caught it!
The sky was filled with murderous intent and sword intent, and he easily caught it.
The iron spirit in his hand, which was so hot that it was almost scorching the flesh, suddenly surged and met the sword that could cut off Shanlan.
Silver light meets brilliant red, bang!
As soon as the sound hit his ears, Xu Yi's pores exploded!
clang!
Feng Xifeng couldn't believe his ears. Under the will of God, everything was shattered. What on earth could block the sword of God's will and still make the sound of fighting?
Under the huge earthquake, Feng Xifeng used his eyesight to see what could block the sword of divine will, but he saw a scene that he would never forget and break his heart.
In mid-air, the Divine Intention Sword suddenly disintegrated, and the last traces of the setting sun reflected thousands of red gold, which scattered over the long river.
The Divine Will Sword is broken!
The Divine Will Sword is broken!
Not only Feng Xifeng, but everyone watching the battle was dumbfounded.
Dai Viet Sword King Feng Xifeng, the sword of divine will has extraordinary magical powers!
The King of Swordsmen of Dayue, half of his reputation was limited to this sword. Now, the Divine Intention Sword actually shattered.
Everyone was distracted, but Xu Yi was the only one who was bright and energetic. He retracted the iron spirit that had grown to a full circle. His body was lightning and he was approaching Feng Xifeng. Countless circles of energy were generated from his left and right palms, which merged into a dragon and roared towards Feng Xifeng. The west wind is coming.
Feng Xifeng was so devastated that even if the sky fell, he would never be able to regain his attention.
The Qi Dragon said in an instant, hitting Feng Xifeng in the chest, with a click, the top-quality robes shattered, and Feng Xifeng spat out a mouthful of blood.
In shock, Xu Yi was already in front of him. Feng Xifeng suddenly felt his left hand go cold. He looked intently and saw that his left hand had been taken. The scar-faced boy was holding a green stick and was hitting him head-on.
The power of the nameless green stick is as tyrannical as a thin crane. Once the stick is struck, it loses its resistance.
Feng Xifeng had been secretly on guard for a long time and had long regarded it as the supreme secret method of Wuji View.
In panic, he got quick wits and struck his left wrist with a sudden strike. He actually removed his left arm and stepped on it quickly. His energy was like a drum, and a wisp of smoke slipped away, not even the Sumeru ring on his wrist had time to do so. miss.
Xu Yi never expected that Feng Xifeng could be so ruthless, so he took the Xumi ring and chased away.
The man surnamed Feng had been bullying him for a long time, and Xu Yi had long been filled with hatred. How could he not beat him up now?
After chasing and escaping, a strange scene that shocked everyone's jaws was born.
Feng Xifeng fled in a hurry, and the scar-faced Taoist was chasing after him.
Such a painting style is really dazzling to the eyes.
Deep in everyone's memory, King Feng Jian is second only to the soul-sensing Ancestor. He is dressed in white, with fluttering sleeves. He holds a sword to protect his body. His armor will be broken in one turn, and his life will be destroyed in the second turn.
He is really a peerless master, with overwhelming power.
Even as early as half a stick of incense, King Feng was still able to compete with the ancestor of the Wen family. He chased the scar-faced child to the sky and had no way to go to the earth. With the divine sword coming out, the scar-faced child could only parry. He had no power to fight back, the divine sword was everywhere, and the scar-faced child was covered in bruises, how majestic he was.
Suddenly, the situation turned and the style of painting changed. The always heroic and invincible King Feng was actually chased by his defeated generals and fled. What the hell is this!
There was a stunned Qing who really couldn't stand this style of painting. He suddenly opened his voice and roared angrily, "You are the sword king. How can you be scared to death if you can die in battle!"
As soon as these words came out, Feng Xifeng's pale handsome face suddenly turned red, and his anger surged. He immediately activated his sword skills to take the man's life.
Unexpectedly, the movement of the sword movement has lost its sensitivity.
Feng Xifeng's broken heart was shattered into pieces. "You mighty swordsman, you're just running away like this. You really have some status. Why don't you stop? Let's have a fight and I'll give you an arm!"
Xu Yi smiled from afar, as sarcastically as possible.
There was no choice, even if Feng Xifeng was physically and mentally injured, the sword control had consumed a lot of energy, but the foundation was still there. After a while, he couldn't catch up, so he had to use another method to provoke the general.
To be continued.
