Feng Shenwei didn't expect that Zi Sang Bu Shou, as a disciple on his behalf, would have such deep feelings for Wei Sanmu, or in other words, respect.
But the matter itself is unsolvable. There are many reasons for Wei Sanmu's death. Not only the Dugu Dynasty, but even Li Jinxing wanted to kill Wei Sanmu at that time.
If Li Jinxing threatened the survival of half of the human race, then Wei Sanmu at that time threatened the survival of the entire human race.
Perhaps it was not just the human race. After all, the Demon Lord and Dragon Lord also took action that night, which also confirmed some truths from the side.
But the truth was ultimately deduced by Li Jinxing and Dou Xiaotong. No matter how likely it was, it was just reasoning. This was also the fundamental reason why Wei Sanmu disagreed with Li Jinxing's persuasion.
After that, Li Wei turned against him, and Wei Sanmu chased Li Jinxing to full term with a knife, and then went into seclusion. Then, Wei Sanmu's retreat was unknowingly surrounded by almost all Hedao at that time. He was not fully prepared. Under such circumstances, he was forced to ascend and then died.
Afterwards, the Shen Dynasty surrounded Wei Sanmu's lineage. The eldest disciple Sun Chen was beheaded in Huangshan. The second disciple Zi Sang Bumu went to the East China Sea to establish Yihua. Ke Chenyi was saved from death by the power of the previous generation of Medicine Saint.
Zi Sang Bu Shou used the word shameless to describe these old things at this time, which had only one meaning.
Till death.
Feng Shenwei sighed, and his whole aura instantly became solemn.
The color of the sky and the earth changes, the strong wind rises again, and the sound of the wind is like the howling of gods and ghosts.
The huge pressure caused the already broken terrain to be damaged again, and the entire land dropped by another three points!
Fengshenwei and Zisang Bushou disappeared at the same time.
Hundreds of shock waves suddenly exploded in the sky, the air waves spread in all directions like a tsunami, and the sky opened like a mirror with countless cobweb-like space-time cracks.
The figures of Fengshenwei and Zisang Bushou kept disappearing and reappearing. The pressure in the sky was getting heavier and heavier, and the area affected was getting wider and wider. If this continues, they are likely to destroy Yanbei, Southeast and Yanbei. The northern part of the Bohai Sea was directly sunk.
Yang Fan sighed and waved his hand to signal the Bohai Navy to retreat.
They had already retreated hundreds of miles, and if they retreated any further, they would be almost back to Kaifeng, and returning to Kaifeng would mean their complete failure.
This is obviously unacceptable to King Bohai. Of course, they may survive because of the current situation, or they may be executed for violating military orders, but no matter which one, it will not be good for their future.
Even if King Bohai can ascend the throne, it is impossible for them to be reused. The most likely thing is to get a favor and spend the rest of their lives.
If King Bohai fails to ascend the throne, they will only be worse off.
Thinking of this, Su Yuzhe's face turned uglier, but he did not object to Yang Fan's decision.
Hedao Dawu has unleashed a real fire, and even the Bohai Navy's battle formation may not be able to completely block the aftermath of their battle. If even a corner is broken, it is likely to lead to the annihilation of the entire army.
If we retreat now, we can still retain the vitality of Bohai. If these soldiers are really allowed to die worthless, their lives will really be over.
Even if King Bohai doesn't want to kill him, he still has to kill him.
Su Yuzhe raised his head and looked into the distance, his eyes full of unwillingness.
After this battle, he is afraid that he will be used as a springboard for that brat of the Feng family, and the prestige accumulated in dozens of battles in the past will become evidence that makes Feng Yang even more outstanding.
He sighed and lowered the curtain of the carriage.
The battle was still going on, and both Feng Shenwei and Zi Sang Bu Shou were seriously injured.
After dozens of seconds, both of them stopped in unison.
"Going to Daoyuan?" Zisang Bushou asked.
Feng Shenwei looked at the direction in which Bohai was retreating, frowned and thought for a moment, then calmly shook his head.
"Do you really want to destroy this place?" Zi Sang Bu Shou asked with a frown.
He didn't mind changing the world, but his senior brother specifically told him before he left that the overall situation should be the most important thing.
If the road from Bohai to Yanbei is cut off... I guess this is a situation that no party wants to see. After all, when the time comes to resist the demons, Yanbei will still be the first front, and Bohai will still be the first and most important front. Supply sources.
So he didn't understand what Fengshenwei meant. In his opinion, the reason why Fengshenwei didn't go to Daoyuan was because he didn't want the Bohai Navy to take advantage of the situation and go north. Now that the Bohai Navy has retreated, what is he still worried about?
"Let's end it here." Fengshenwei's thoughts changed slightly, and Sansheng Dingyuan appeared above his head. The Dingyuan Stone emitted immeasurable light and directly fixed the universe.
Zisang Bushou was slightly startled and said, "If we had this stone, we might be able to protect Shuntian."
Fengshenwei glanced at him and said, "A city is meaningless. The importance of Shuntian is that its city defense formation is the lock of the entire Yanbei. If it is locked, strategic places like Yufeng Pass and Yanyun will be blocked." It will never be destroyed. Even if the city is destroyed, the foundation will not be destroyed. Now that the city defense formation has destroyed itself, why should I protect a city?"
Zi Sang Bu Shou thought to himself that you still want me to keep it, but if you ask this kind of question, you will definitely not get an answer, so he turned to say: "It sounds similar to the Record of Blood and Blood."
Fengshenwei thought to himself that they were all written by the same person, so there was nothing strange about them being similar.
"You use your natal magical weapon to guard the world, so what should you use against me?" Zi Sang Bu Shou asked again. He raised his hand slightly, and black light emerged from the palm of his hand, and soon it gathered into a dragon-headed staff.
The fluctuations on the dragon-headed staff are still lagging behind those of the Destiny Stone, but they have clearly reached the rank of pure Yuan treasures.
"How can the Holy Artifact of the Supreme Path be so simple?" Feng Shenwei shook his head, "I haven't used my full strength for a long time. Now let's see whether my wind is stronger or your grass is stronger."
As soon as he finished speaking, colorful breath poured out from the Ding Yuan Stone into the body of Fengshenwei, and the wind sword that broke through the broken boundary appeared again.
The wind sword is composed of wind, but it looks the same as a normal sword.
If you look more carefully, you will find that all the wind is gathered on the blade, and the space around the blade is cut open by the wind, revealing bright black cracks in time and space.
Zi Sang Bu Shou felt a stronger aura from that sword than before.
If it were now, even a one-handed sword would be able to break through the realm, he thought silently while holding the dragon head staff in the air.
It was obviously just a withered stick, but it suddenly grew. In a moment, there was a towering tree in the air, which looked bigger than Sunchon City!
Zi Sang Bu Shou stood on the crown of the tree, clasped his hands together again and closed his eyes.
Feng Shenwei had no expression on his face and slashed out a sword from the air.
A hundred-foot sword energy roared across the sky.
The towering tree was cut in half.
Zi Sang Bu Shou coughed up a mouthful of blood and shouted: "Suppress!"
The fallen trunk actually returned to the big tree, as if nothing had happened just now.
Fengshenwei raised his eyebrows and instantly slashed out eight thousand swords.
Swift Wind·Eight Thousand Currents!
The sword itself is wind, and the sword energy is also wind. When combined, there are sixteen thousand swords.
Sixteen thousand sword energy gathered into a sea of sword energy, submerging the entire tree in the blink of an eye.
Zi Sang's low roar came from the sea.
Fengshenwei's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he realized that after all the sword energy had dissipated three-thirds of its power out of thin air, he actually turned the spearhead and pointed it at him! Even the sea of sword energy changed its course in mid-air and headed straight for him!
A lot of things happened, but in fact it was just an instant change.
If you look at it from the perspective of others, almost at the same time that the sea of sword energy submerged the towering trees, it turned its spearhead and submerged the Fengshen Guard at the same time!
What a transfer! It can be used like this.
Fengshenwei used the edge stone to anchor his own boundary-breaking area, and then drew his sword again.
All things are finite, just like the realm of separation. No matter how unnatural it is to transplant flowers and trees, there will eventually be a limit. If that limit is reached, even transplanting flowers and trees cannot completely transfer. After the previous temptation, he is convinced that the death of Zisang will not last long. The realm would not be stronger than his.
Time passes by.
I don’t know which sword energy or which fallen leaf is missing.
The sea of sword energy stopped turning, and the Feng Shenwei was finally liberated.
Even if there is a destiny stone, his realm of separation has been broken. At this time, the whole person is bleeding profusely and looks extremely miserable. Even the destiny stone is in tatters and no longer flows with dense breath.
But no matter how miserable it was, he won in the end.
Zi Sang's mortal body has dissipated, and only the broken boundary realm has retained a little bit of his true spirit.
He looked at Feng Shenwei with a complicated expression, "I still don't understand the Dao deeply enough. I have more than enough to defend but not enough to attack. Otherwise, we might be able to kill one of them together."
Feng Shenwei said unceremoniously: "It has nothing to do with offense and defense. Your defeat lies in the fact that you changed your path midway. Moreover, killing me does not depend on whether your attack is strong enough, but on whether your explosive power is strong enough."
Another point is that with his speed, if he wanted to escape, no one in the world would be able to kill him.
Zi Sang Bu Shou hummed, which seemed to agree with Fengshenwei's statement about changing the route midway.
In his youth, he spent all his efforts to build a sword, hoping to use it as a tool to enter the Tao. After being admitted to the lineage of Wei Sanmu, because his original destiny contained too many collateral skills tools, under Zi Sang Bu Mu's suggestion , he modified the dragon-headed staff related to wood.
His mutilated body is the result of the Tao's backlash, but the most serious thing is that even if he enters the Tao realm, he still has flaws in attack.
This is also the fundamental reason for his defeat.
"I should have died long ago." Zi Sang Bu Shou said.
Fengshenwei didn't answer, even though he knew what Zisang Bushou was referring to.
"You will die too." Zi Sang Bu Shou continued.
Feng Shenwei suddenly remembered what the second master of the Feng family had said, and felt that it was very appropriate, so he said, "No one has died since ancient times."
Zi Sang Bu Shou smiled, "When I was young, I wanted to be successful, so I practiced hard. After I got on the right track, I took fame and fortune lightly, so I wanted to join the Tao. But after I truly joined the Tao, I realized that it was not what I imagined. That’s good.”
After a pause, he said: "I will go ahead and wait for you to come to Huangquan to find me."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zi Sang's remaining true spirit also dissipated.
Feng Shenwei stood there and sighed: "Human desires are inherently insatiable."
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