Seeing Po Changkong being swept back, Jian Jun Twelve roared and rushed towards Zhou Yi as if he didn't care about his life. He used the Songfeng sword technique of the Qingcheng School and rushed so fast that only a shadow was left.
Zhou Yi narrowed his eyes slightly. On that day in Jiangling City, he and Sword Lord Twelve had some unpleasantness. Now, they were enemies and were extremely jealous of each other. Zhou Yi shook his wrist quickly and swung his sword with his backhand, drawing a strange green sword light.
The green sword light moved left and right, like a spirit snake spitting out its tongue, erratic. At first glance, it seemed to be attacking Sword Lord Twelve, but in fact it also enveloped Lime Chant behind him.
The sword shadows of both sides intersected, making a series of sounds of metal colliding and sparks flying. The Songfeng swordsmanship of Sword Lord Twelve was immediately defeated. He felt pain in his knuckles and retreated several steps.
Seeing that Sword Lord Twelve was in danger, Shihuiyin quickly flew over and prepared to strike with his iron palm. However, before his palm power was released, the green sword light actually hit Shihuiyin's face.
At this time, Po Changkong had already returned to the battlefield. Seeing that Zhou Yi's swordsmanship was so exquisite and Shi Huiyin was almost in danger, he immediately used the "oblique thrust" from the "fifty thrusts" of the Liaoyuan spear technique. The spear shadow was scattered, and it seemed clumsy but was actually skillful to thrust from bottom to top, using the length of the red spear to thrust towards Zhou Yi's wrist holding the sword.
Zhou Yi's move was supposed to be a sure kill, but he didn't expect that Po Changkong's spear force would go from clever to clumsy, from fast to slow, so that he couldn't use his exquisite sword skills. He could only drag and sink, and block with all his strength.
But Zhou Yifu saw through the powerful force of Changkong's spear and knew that he could not block it. Zhou Yi secretly thought that it was not advisable to confront it head-on and immediately retreated.
Po Changkong was just about to do that. When the spear and sword touched, he used the "borrowing force to counterattack" of the Liaoyuan Heart Method, and used his internal energy to absorb Zhou Yi's internal energy. Unexpectedly, when the powers intersected, Po Changkong's face suddenly changed.
Although Zhou Yi's internal energy was soft, it was condensed and not dispersed. Po Changkong's move could not even "borrow" any of his internal energy.
The "Nine Heavens True Scripture" practiced by Zhou Yi is one of the most advanced Taoist secrets in the world. It is profound, continuous, and has a long history. It is truly superior to all the internal skills in the world.
When Po Changkong performed the "borrowing force to counterattack", Zhou Yi quickly slapped Po Changkong on the chest with his palm, and then suddenly rose several feet up from the Black Narcissus Horse, floating in the sky like a god.
Looking down at the enemies pouring in from all directions, a smile suddenly appeared on Zhou Yi's lips.
Zhou Yi reached into his arms and instantly took out a cylinder from his arms. He aimed it at the enemies swarming in from all directions and activated the mechanism!
The Peacock Feather that Hengkong Muye had spent so much effort to collect in order to deal with Wu Zhao finally came in handy at this moment.
The Peacock Feather, from Gu Long's novel, is said to be the best hidden weapon. It is said that when the Peacock Feather is released, there will be the most beautiful scenery in the world, but everyone who has seen this beautiful scenery has died.
And today, Zhou Yi finally had the opportunity to witness the power of the Peacock Feather.
Zhou Yi pressed the mechanism of the Peacock Feather, and instantly, the Peacock Feather was activated.
At the moment when the peacock feather blossomed, Zhou Yi was actually in a trance for a moment.
I saw a ball of colorful light appearing in the cylinder in front of him, which was like a dream. This colorful light was like a dream and instantly attracted everyone's attention, as if this beautiful light was the only thing left in the world.
This brilliance, with its hypnotic brilliant hues, makes people unable to contain anything else in their hearts, and they can only see the beauty of this brilliance, just like a peacock spreading its tail, so beautiful and moving.
But it is so deadly!
After Zhou Yi used the Peacock Feather, he was stunned for a moment before realizing that he seemed to be holding a rainbow spray bucket in his hand, spraying rainbows in all directions continuously.
And that rainbow light covered all the places in front of him, covering all the enemies within a few feet around him.
This rainbow light lasted for two or three seconds before fading.
It was only a world of two or three breaths, but at this moment! In front of Zhou Yi, it had already…
Corpses everywhere!
"this... ... "
Zhou Yi looked around in a daze, and saw that within a radius of 30 to 40 feet around him, there was no life standing upright. Countless elite black-armored cavalrymen, both men and horses, fell in front of Zhou Yi.
Sword Master Twelve and Shihui Yin were killed on the spot. As for Po Changkong, he was lucky to have Po Changkong standing in front of him, and he was able to escape death because of his almost invulnerable golden chain mail. However, he was also seriously injured and fell to the ground dying.
The Black Armor Army in the distance all stopped involuntarily. The scene just now was too horrifying. They no longer had the slightest desire to fight with Zhou Yi. They looked at him from afar with fear and terror, as if they saw the King of Hell who was taking their lives.
When Zhou Yi saw this scene, he couldn't help but be shocked. He had already anticipated the power of the Peacock Feather, but he still couldn't imagine that its power could reach such a horrifying level
As the situation was critical at the moment, Zhou Yi did not pause for too long. He immediately rode away on the Black Narcissus.
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Zhou Yi quit the game, exhaled a long breath, then opened the door and walked out of the room. It was almost noon, and Zhou Yi played in the "Yi Lou Ting Feng Yu" studio for a while, and it was time to return to school.
As soon as I went out, the colleagues in the hall were no longer in front of their computers. After all, it was lunchtime, and most of the employees sat around the table on the other side and started eating lunch.
There were about thirteen or fourteen people at the dinner table, chatting and laughing while eating. Among them, there were mostly women, all of whom were young and beautiful. When they saw Zhou Yi appear, they instantly restrained themselves, lowered their voices, and began to whisper.
Zhou Yi suddenly became a little confused. How did he become so scary
Zhou Yi quickly offered a smile and a greeting. Although the atmosphere was a bit awkward, they would be colleagues in the future after all, so they should still be polite.
At this time, Xu Lu strode over, handed a bowl of steaming white rice to Zhou Yi, and said with a smile: "Since you are here, let's eat together! Anyway, we will all be colleagues in the future, so don't be so formal!"
Facing a beautiful woman, it was hard to refuse her kindness. Zhou Yi nodded, reached out to take the bowl, found a small corner, and started to eat his meal quietly.
However, Zhou Yi had only taken a few bites of rice when he felt increasingly depressed. Ever since he sat down, the atmosphere at the table had almost fallen into dead silence. Not only that, but from time to time, someone would look towards his face as if they were looking at something extraordinary.
So Zhou Yi couldn't bear it anymore, and said to the girl who looked at his face the most: "Um... ...Excuse me, is there a flower on my face?"
"No, no..." The girl named Su Xiuxiu showed some panic on her face, and then slowly let out a sound softer than the buzz of a mosquito, saying: "Well... Excuse me, is it true that there is a rumor that the most evil player in the world, who can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, and rapes female players?"
Boom!
A bolt from the blue! (To be continued)