Three days later!
After Wang Youdao took Wang Youjiao to say goodbye to True Lord Lei Jie, they walked outside.
But before they had gone far, a group of people came towards this direction at an extremely fast speed.
Each body was injured, covered in blood, their faces were pale, and their clothes were shabby!
Wang Youdao's spiritual consciousness observed that the person in front was none other than Lu Feng.
Wang Youdao knew Lu Feng's strength very well. In the South China Sea, only Ye Feng could compare with it.
As for Lei Song, Wang Gan and others, they are probably no match for Lu Feng.
To be in such a state of embarrassment shows how powerful the enemy is.
Wang Youdao was able to come here, Wang Youjiao was able to survive the Thunder Tribulation, get to know the True Lord Thunder Tribulation, and learn about the Tianxiang Yulu, all because of Lu Feng's help.
Although Lu Feng wanted to repay Wang Youdao for saving his life, the two had become friends and naturally they would not stand idly by.
I saw a long spiritual sword appearing directly in the sky. The Ying Yuan inside was very thick, and it struck down with great force.
If this was hit, Lu Feng might continue to increase his injuries, but the other monks all had golden elixirs, so it is estimated that this sword could kill them all.
Wang Youdao changed the gestures of his hands, and a thick black palm print appeared directly. The palm print was not big, but very restrained.
No black energy was released around him, and there was a strong suction force that absorbed the surrounding spiritual energy into the black palm print.
"bump!"
With a sound of collision, the palms and knives met, and the spiritual energy sword was directly shattered, turning into a large amount of spiritual energy and sword energy, and disappeared into the air.
When Lu Feng saw Wang Youdao, his expression softened a lot, and there was some hope in his eyes.
"He is from the East China Sea and is my enemy. I accidentally let him find out that I was still alive, so he attacked me."
Lu Feng simply told Wang Youdao and explained the reason directly.
A man wearing a gray robe, holding a long knife, with an elegant temperament, did not look like the person who had killed Lu Feng at all.
Behind him was an old man with a head full of white hair and a sharp look in his eyes that seemed capable of killing people.
The temperament of these two people is completely different, and their strength is also different.
The strength of the middle-aged monk was only at the fourth level of Nascent Soul, and Wang Youdao could not see the old man's strength at all.
Wang Youdao is an eight-inch Nascent Soul. His spiritual body has been improved, his strength is powerful, and his spiritual consciousness is far beyond the same level. He still has some perception of this middle-aged monk.
In the confrontation just now, they were evenly matched, and it could be seen that the strength of the middle-aged monk was not too strong.
"Who are you? This is a grudge between me and Lu Feng. Please don't interfere. If you accidentally get hurt, don't blame me."
The middle-aged monk said to Wang Youdao, with a tone that said he must kill Lu Feng.
He could see that Wang Youdao's cultivation level was only at the third level of Nascent Soul. Although he felt how powerful Wang Youdao was from the encounter just now, it was still very difficult to defeat him at a higher level.
"Lu Feng and I are close friends of life and death. He is seriously injured now. I can fight you on his behalf.
Your realm is higher than mine. I'll make a bet with you. As long as you can't kill me, you'll let him go this time. What do you think? "
Wang Youdao could see that this middle-aged monk was still somewhat confident.
He was really not sure about the old man behind him, but he wanted to give it a try with the middle-aged monk.
With this improvement in strength, he also wanted to see how far his strength had reached?
"Do you have room to negotiate with me now?
Besides, such a bet doesn't seem to work for me, but it does for you.
I can kill you, but can he escape?
Even if you win, I can still kill you.
Why should I make this bet with you? "
The middle-aged monk looked elegant and weak, but he was still at the fourth level of Nascent Soul and would not do such a thing.
of trading.
In his opinion, as long as he can kill Lu Feng and nip all threats in the cradle, that is the best choice.
When Wang Youdao heard this, he looked at the old man behind him. The latter also moved forward very cooperatively.
Then he made a fist with one hand and simply shot towards Wang Youdao. A fist came towards Wang Youdao at an extremely fast speed.
"careful!"
When Lu Feng saw the old man taking action, he seemed to have expected it, and presumably they had fought before.
He turned around and teleported directly in front of Wang Youdao, using his body to block Wang Youdao.
When Wang Youdao saw Lu Feng suddenly appearing in front of him, with the Ten Thousand Poison Palms prepared, he did not dare to take action, as this would hurt Lu Feng.
He could only watch helplessly as Lu Feng was hit by the fist. He was not that fast and flew in front of Lu Feng again to block the fist.
"bump!"
Suddenly a palm appeared out of thin air and blocked the fist directly.
The palm was larger than the fist. Before anyone could react, the palm directly grasped the fist.
Only the initial sound of a collision was heard, and then the fist was crushed by the big hand in front of everyone, and disappeared.
The old man's expression changed drastically, and he teleported directly to the middle-aged monk.
His eyes were very alert and he looked around, wondering how this palm appeared?
He knew his own strength very well. The fist he just unleashed, not to mention Wang Youdao, could easily be resisted by even a monk of the same level.
Even if it was resisted, there would be no sound when they collided, and then there would be no reaction at all and they would be crushed directly.
This kind of power is far beyond his own.
The status of this middle-aged monk is obviously much higher than him, so he can only protect this middle-aged monk.
The middle-aged monk also felt that something was wrong and looked around, but found nothing. There was fear in his eyes.
Wang Youdao and others looked at each other, wondering who the palm that suddenly appeared was.
They don't have any powerful friends who can have such strength.
When this palm first appeared, neither Lu Feng nor Wang Youdao noticed it at all.
The two of them were so close to the palm and didn't notice it, which shows the strength of the person coming.
Just when everyone looked around with doubtful eyes.
"My friends, you are guests from afar, and you just start killing people here without asking me. It's a bit against my rules. Everything is for the sake of harmony and wealth!"
An old laughing voice appeared in the sky, and everyone could hear it clearly.
When Wang Youdao and Lu Feng heard this, they immediately understood.
The person who came was none other than True Lord Thunder Tribulation!
However, the strength of Lord Thunder Tribulation made Lu Feng's expression change greatly. This seemed to exceed his previous estimate of Lord Thunder Tribulation.
When Wang Youdao saw the hand that Lord Thunder Tribulation used to take the fish, he already knew how powerful Lord Thunder Tribulation was. It surprised him even more than this time's hand, so he was not too surprised.
"Senior, this is our personal grudge. We are from the Five Talisman Sect of the East China Sea. I have disturbed you, so please forgive me!"
The old man said to the sky. As he spoke, he observed the surroundings. His eyes were full of vigilance, and he was very afraid that Lord Thunder Tribulation would attack him.
First, he showed off his sect, the Five Talisman Sect, which seemed to still have some reputation, hoping that True Lord Thunder Tribulation would let them go.
"After Old Man Wufu is gone, each generation is really worse than the last.
The Lu family suffered heavy losses in order to deal with the evil cultivators in the sea, but you took the opportunity to attack. It is not very moral.
Wang Xiaoyou is currently at the third level of Nascent Soul, and you are already at the fourth level of Nascent Soul. You have a battle. If Wang Xiaoyou wins, your Five Talisman Sect can no longer cause trouble to Lu Feng in this poisonous sea. If you win,
, then I don’t care about your affairs. "
True Lord Thunder Tribulation never showed up, and his loud voice penetrated everyone's heart.
Lu Feng looked at Wang Youdao with some worry, because Wang Youdao was only at the third level of Yuanying, and the middle-aged monk was already at the fourth level of Yuanying, which belonged to the middle stage of Yuanying.
The difference between the third level of Yuan Ying and the fourth level of Yuan Ying is much greater than the third level of Yuan Ying and the second level of Yuan Ying.
Lu Feng had saved his life at the hands of the acacia nun before, and now he had to fight again for him, so he was naturally worried.
In his eyes, there was worry, helplessness, sadness and anger, all kinds of emotions gathered together.
The family's revenge was not avenged, but Wang Youdao was repeatedly owed favors.
The group of men he had gathered lost a lot of their lives in this pursuit.
Only he himself knows the pain in his heart.
Wang Youdao gave him a comforting look. He also wanted to try his own strength.
The old man's vigilant eyes were put away at this moment, knowing that Lord Thunder Tribulation would not take action again.
If a senior with this level of strength wants to take action, he has no room to fight back.
If you say no, you won't take action.
Wang Youdao's Ying Yuan is indeed condensed and strong, but this middle-aged monk is at the fourth level of Yuan Ying after all, which is not bad.
"please!"
As the middle-aged monk extended his hand to signal, he looked elegant, and it was really hard to tell that he was someone who was adding insult to injury to his own camp.
Wang Youdao's cultivation was lower than him, and he did not show humility, nor did he want to show humility to such a person.
Wang Youdao changed gestures with his hands, and a strong black energy condensed between his palms, very restrained.
The monk was holding a long sword and was very calm, but his eyes were fixed on Wang Youdao.
Then he waved the long knife in his hand, and a golden light was released from the long knife.
"Dang Dang!"
As the palm knives of the two people connected, the black energy took off, the spiritual energy spread, and the air moved automatically without wind, resounding through the sky.
The speed of the battle between the two was getting faster and faster, and the Golden Core cultivator could no longer see clearly.
But the old man and Lu Feng could still see clearly that the battle between the two was still evenly matched.
The old man looked at the black palm prints produced by Wang Youdao's palms and was very afraid.
Lu Feng looked at the battle in the sky with surprised and worried eyes.
A quarter of an hour.
The mutual testing between the two people was finally over. The middle-aged monk injected a large amount of infant essence and used the long knife, and a circular pattern appeared directly.
This pattern, with the power of runes, releases golden light. The fusion with the long knife greatly increases the power of the long knife.
"bump!"
With a bang, Wang Youdao felt a huge pressure, which directly shattered his Ten Thousand Poison Palm.
"This is the natal talisman and seal master. The five talisman gates will engrave the natal talisman and seal script, so that the talisman and the weapon can be integrated into one."
The voice of Lord Thunder Tribulation rang in Wang Youdao's ears, introducing him to the unique skills of the Five Talisman Sect.
Wang Youdao retreated one after another. From the words of Lord Lei Jie, he thought of Wang Zhisheng's natal talisman seal master.
The combat effectiveness of this kind of monk is indeed very strong, but since the death of Wang Zhisheng, the Wang family's life talisman seal line has declined.
"call out!"
At this moment, the poisonous needle flew directly out of Nascent Soul and headed towards the runes outside.
With the appearance of the rune just now, when the fusion blessing power is implemented with the long knife, the poisonous needle will attack directly.
"bump!"
With the sound of the collision, the golden runes formed were directly shattered, and the strength of the long knife also dropped significantly.
Wang Youdao's hands struck one after another, one palm after another.
The middle-aged monk's long sword also continued to speed up. Although it was not blessed by runes, he could still resist it.
"call out!"
Before he could fully react, the poisonous needle flew extremely fast, piercing continuously and attacking the middle-aged monk from all directions.
The middle-aged monk felt a lot of pressure. The Ten Thousand Poison Palms on the front were completely incompetent with his mid-Nascent Soul sword skills.
And the poisonous needle is even more likely to be able to break the rune.
In terms of attack power, the Poison Needle was not much different from the Ten Thousand Poison Palms, but it was better at sneak attacks, which made him very annoyed.
The long knife in his hand speeds up, not only to resist the attack of the Ten Thousand Poison Palm, but also the poisonous needle.
For a time, the middle-aged monk was at a disadvantage.
An hour!
In an hour, the two people's infant essences were constantly being consumed, and a large amount of poisonous mist had appeared in the surroundings.
The middle-aged monk's defense was airtight. He did not attack at all, but mainly parried. He was worthy of being at the fourth level of Nascent Soul and was indeed powerful.
What he wanted to do was compete with Yuanying. As long as he fought to the end, there would still be a gap between the middle stage of Yuanying and the early stage of Yuanying, even if Wang Youdao was an eight-inch Yuanying.
Just when he thought Wang Youdao was exhausted, he swung his long sword and immediately increased his speed. The sound of the sword was heard, and the energy of the sword soared, releasing a golden light, which was like a radiant light in the surrounding darkness.
"Whoosh!"
As the whistling sound sounded, the poisonous needle pierced faster, and Wang Youdao's movement speed also accelerated.
After all, this was in the poisonous mist. Wang Youdao was at ease with himself, his movement speed and attack speed were much stronger than usual.
Because of the interchange of Ying Yuan and poisonous gas, he did not consume as much Ying Yuan as this monk.
The middle-aged monk's face was pale. He felt that his consciousness had been invaded and was constantly being corroded. When attacking, the Ying Yuan could not condense. The attack spread in all directions, completely lacking the combat effectiveness of the mid-Ying Yuan Yuan.
"bump!"
With the sound of collision, the long knife and the Ten Thousand Poison Palms were no longer opponents, and the intensity of defense also dropped.
In this poisonous mist, there are tens of thousands of poisonous gases, which are not comparable to ordinary monks.
