Throughout the Great Feng Dynasty, the sky and the earth were dark, and violent thunder was brewing among the black clouds. These people in the palace were not ordinary people, but at this moment, they were at the center of this strange phenomenon of heaven and earth, and they couldn't help but feel very depressed. Everyone used their spiritual power to offset this feeling of depression.
In a side hall of the imperial palace, a beautiful woman in a white dress was suddenly alarmed by the vision outside. She stared outside the room, feeling suddenly inexplicably happy but afraid...
"Junior brother...Junior brother is here!"
Hua Ziyuan murmured to herself. The vision of the world outside was very familiar, and she immediately thought of Yu Wenlei. More than a year ago in the Melting Mountains, when Yu Wenlei used that big sword for the first time, he had the same vision. Hua Ziyuan saw the whole process with his own eyes that day, and Yu Wenlei activated a strange power to cut off the second elder. His arm, but he also suffered a strong backlash and almost lost his life.
Thinking of this, Hua Ziyuan suddenly took hurried steps and opened the door. There were two inner sect deacons from Qijue Sect guarding the door. They were two middle-aged men at the sixth level of Linggang Realm.
"Miss, you can't go out..."
"Get out of the way!" Hua Ziyuan responded coldly. She had already activated her mental power and was ready to break through.
"Miss... please don't embarrass us!"
Hearing this, Hua Ziyuan stopped talking nonsense. She had no time to waste time. It was conceivable that Yu Wenlei was now in a critical moment. Buzz... She was just about to attack with her mental power, when a middle-aged man, who was also the inner deacon of Qijue Sect, rushed back from the distance.
"Stop, Deacon Sun, Deacon Cheng, the elders have orders, go and join them quickly!"
"Huh? What happened?"
"Something big happened! The four major sects plus the Huo family are fighting outside. The scene is very chaotic. Let's go, it's not safe here!"
Whoosh!
Before the deacon finished speaking, Hua Ziyuan's figure had already appeared. She released her mental power and rushed towards the place of battle. The three Qijuemen deacons behind her looked at each other and immediately followed.
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Click, click, Yu Wenlei's hands were covered with blood. He held the Blue Devil Heavy Knife firmly in his palm, and the blood dripped from his knuckles.
"Little beast! You are looking for death..."
After a moment of silence, a loud roar suddenly came from the distance, it was Feng Qingyuan! His old eyes widened and they were about to burst. Feng Zhi, the contemporary master of the Great Fenghuang Palace, a junior he had trained for decades, was actually beheaded in front of him!
Rumble…
Feng Qingyuan mobilized his spiritual power with all his strength, and the terrifying aura of the ninth-level peak spiritual king even shook away all the evil spirits around him. Just when he wanted to take action against Yu Wenlei, the eighteen golden monks came close to him. Apparently ten The Eight Golden Monks would not let him have his wish.
"Asshole! Damn monk, get out of my way!" Feng Qingyuan launched an attack frantically, trying to create a breakthrough. Feng Qingyuan and the Eighteen Golden Monks have been fighting for half an hour. Such a high-intensity battle consumes a lot of money on them, but the Eighteen Golden Monks are faintly more durable.
Feng Qingyuan seemed to realize this, and he frantically attacked a first-order spiritual king's golden monk.
"Unload!"
Cheng Yu shouted, and the Eighteen Golden Monk took turns in his steps, using a very clever method to remove Feng Qingyuan's attack. But this time, it seemed that Feng Qingyuan used his murderous intention to Yu Wenlei to attack with all his strength. It has improved a bit, and even the Eighteen Golden Monks cannot easily resist it.
boom!
The eighteen golden monks all took a few steps back, groaning in their throats, and then the golden sticks vibrated in the void and wrapped around Feng Qingyuan again.
"Asshole! How hateful..."
Feng Qingyuan tried his best, but he just couldn't break out. Let alone killing Yu Wenlei, it was not easy for him to escape. At this moment, Yu Wenlei below suddenly raised his head. His willpower was already on the verge of collapse, but that strange power kept tempting him!
"You brat! What are you doing! Stop!" A void scream came. This voice was the weapon spirit of the Blue Devil Heavy Sword!
However, Yu Wenlei seemed not to hear it and continued to activate that strange power. Even he couldn't resist this temptation...
"You brat! Stop it! What did you promise me before I fell asleep! Don't mess around... brat!" The weapon spirit is a little anxious. After all, there are some weapon spirits that rely on Yuwen Lei. If Yu Wen Lei dies, If anyone can activate the furnace of heaven and earth, then the demonic energy on the Blue Devil's heavy sword will be completely hopeless...
However, the anxiety turned into anxiety, and the weapon spirit had no ability to stop it. At this time, Yu Wenlei's eyes were full of murderous intent. Obviously, not only the imperial palace regarded him as a thorn in the side, but he also hated the imperial palace deeply!
"Two swords are not my limit, I can kill one more!"
Yu Wenlei stared at Feng Qingyuan in the distance, the evil energy in his body was still gushing out, and an astonishing whirlwind centered on him, soaring into the sky. Such a strange scene made everyone tremble with fear!
Ten breaths later, Yu Wenlei's momentum reached its peak. He suddenly stepped forward and spread his illusory wings, like a bloody man moving forward rapidly. Then, he jumped into the sky again, preparing to get close to Feng Qingyuan. Fighting at a distance.
"Feng Qingyuan, accept your fate!"
Suddenly, a wave of evil aura rose into the sky. The Eighteen Golden Monks immediately dispersed their formation and made way for a path from left to right. Then, Yu Wenlei slashed at him from close range. The Blue Devil's heavy sword absorbed that power, and the third strike The dark blue sword light appeared again!
"Impossible, little beast, you're still far behind!"
Feng Qingyuan roared in fright, and his whole body's spiritual power was pushed to the extreme. He collided with the oncoming sword light. With a roar, the eighteen golden monks retreated far away. The space where the impact hit was extremely unstable. The force flow is raging, and the irregular cracks glow with white light, which are very conspicuous in the dark night, as if cutting the space!
boom!
The tiny space cracks disappeared in a flash, and two figures were seen falling from the sky, their bodies embedded in the ground, life or death unknown.
"Big brother!" "Big brother!" "Master-uncle!"
"Old Palace Master!"
After being slightly dazed for a moment, people from the Qijue Sect and the Great Fenghuang Palace rushed over and helped the two of them up. Yu Wenlei was covered in blood, and could hardly feel his heartbeat. The Blue Devil Heavy Sword in his hand also disappeared without knowing when. has disappeared.
On the other side, Feng Qingyuan's condition seemed to be slightly better. There was a deep wound on his body, but he was still conscious, but he could not move at all, and it was difficult to even lift a hand...
Whoosh!
At this moment, everyone thought that the war had subsided, but a middle-aged figure suddenly struck and appeared in front of Feng Qingyuan unexpectedly! Then, he stretched out his right hand and pointed it out!
"Special Finger!"
"Hua Qingyun, how dare you!" Feng Lin from the Imperial Palace screamed.
The middle-aged man who came unexpectedly was none other than Hua Qingyun, the head of the Qijue Sect. At the moment of life and death, Feng Lin mobilized his spiritual power to protect Feng Qingyuan. However, he was caught off guard. He just defended instinctively. The gap was too big. .
The finger force of Jueling Finger pierced Feng Lin's heart, and the remaining force still penetrated Feng Qingyuan's chest! The people from the imperial palace gathered around blankly, bang! Two figures fell down unwillingly. A ninth-level peak spiritual king and a first-level spiritual king were instantly killed by Hua Qingyun with one move!
"hiss……"
"Hua Qingyun...he...he is so cruel!" (To be continued.) m.
