"Use your body to shoot arrows?!"
This time, not only the elites of the demon clan were shocked, but even Bai Xing and Wu Ji, who were chasing closely, were completely dumbfounded. ＞Net
Just as they thought.
It is almost impossible to break through the siege of thousands of troops and kill on the cliff of Fenggu with one person. Even Xing Yuanguo, the strongest person present, would not have such an idea.
But…
Fang Zhengzheng did it.
Using an almost unbelievable method, under everyone's eyes, it turned into a stream of purple light and shot toward Yun Qingwu on the cliff of Fenggu Valley.
This method is not difficult.
The Star Worshiper can do it as well, as can the halberd. Even any demon elite can do this if they have a long bow that is hard enough.
However, they did not expect it.
This unexpectedness does not mean that they cannot think of this method, but that they cannot think of it in this situation, when thousands of troops are rushing to kill.
Let me ask…
Who would have thought that when Fang Zhengzheng performed the Dragon Return move, his purpose was just to create a wide enough ravine on the ground
Shocked, surprised, at a loss.
This is what Bai Xing and Wu Ji are thinking now. They want to rush up the cliff of Fenggu Mountain to rescue Yun Qingwu, but they find that this is such a powerless idea.
Fang Zhengzheng's sun-shooting bow still remained in the ravine.
However, when one person uses this method and the second person tries to do it again, the difficulty can be said to increase several times.
Take ten thousand steps back and say...
What's the use of going up now
Of course, Fang Zhengyi's sword was not as fast as Worshiping Star's sword, but with the help of the sun-shooting bow, even Worshiping Star could not stop Fang Zhengyi's sword.
…
During the heavy rain, a purple stream of light rushed from the ground into the sky, and then fell from the sky. Like a sharp arrow, it broke through the heavy rain curtain and shot towards Yun Qingwu, who was wearing a plain white dress on the cliff of Fenggu.
The contemptuous expression on the face of the young deputy commander standing next to Yun Qingwu had completely disappeared at this moment, replaced by a look of incredible surprise.
If Fang Zhengzheng climbed up from the bottom of the cliff.
He had nearly a hundred ways to block Fang Zhengzheng, even making it impossible for him to come back, because on such a steep cliff, he occupied absolute terrain.
However, when he who was originally condescending suddenly realized that he had to raise his head to see Fang Zhengzheng, how could he still be as contemptuous as before
"Qiang!" The sharp blade came out of its sheath. It was not a sword, but a knife, a very special knife. The tip of the knife had an opening like a snake letter, and the blade was even thinner than an ordinary sword.
But, this is a knife.
The name of this knife is "Ghost".
If the Fire Lin Spear is one of the ten world-famous treasures of the Great Xia Dynasty, then the Ghost Sword is one of the five magic knives that represent the supreme power in the ten domains of the demon clan.
Can possess the Ghost Knife.
The identity of the young vice-capital is naturally unusual.
But this obviously had nothing to do with whether he could block Zheng Zheng's sword from below. No matter how noble his status was, when he saw Fang Zheng Zheng rushing towards him, he still resolutely blocked Yun Qing Wu's path. .
Yun Qingwu's body stood quietly on the cliff of Fenggu Mountain, raising her head slightly, looking at the purple stream of light shooting down from the sky, and feeling the overwhelming murderous aura.
"Sure enough, are you still up?" Yun Qingwu's lips opened and closed gently, as if she was talking to herself, and as if all this had already been in her imagination.
"Crack!" Purple thunder fell from the sky, dark clouds rolled, and a big tree made entirely of purple thunder illuminated the dim sky.
The twisted purple light shuttled and wandered through the dark clouds, like a soaring dragon flying in the clouds, exuding a powerful aura overlooking the world.
"Kill!" A cold voice came from the clouds.
Immediately afterwards, a ray of purple light emerged from the dark clouds. It was a strange purple, and it was also a figure wrapped in purple light, holding a sword and descending.
His cold eyes stared closely at the figure in plain clothes and white skirt below, and the overwhelming murderous aura pressed down like a mountain.
An overwhelming momentum.
If coupled with the bright sword light in his eyes, this would definitely be a strange and heart-stopping scene.
"Why is it so strong!" The young deputy commander raised the Ghost Sword high, and the hilt with the scale-like carvings was held tightly in his hand.
Never once.
He was in a mood like this.
That kind of coldness, that kind of powerful murderous aura revealed in his bones, made him finally understand that there were still such people in this world.
Now, he also understands why Shi Kou was defeated.
What Shi Guan failed was not his realm.
But momentum!
A drop of cold sweat fell from his forehead, followed immediately by a second drop, and then a third drop. Almost in an instant, his body was drenched in cold sweat.
However, the Ghost Sword in his hand was still held high, without any relaxation or trembling, even though his face was already pale.
The green magic eyes on his forehead exuded a dazzling and brilliant light at this moment.
The young vice-capital's eyes were fixed on the sword in the sky, and the twisted purple line wrapped around the blade like a soaring dragon.
"Boom!" A huge collision finally sounded, and strong vibrations came from the Fenggu Mountain cliff, making the ground under the cliff tremble slightly.
The mist splashed by the heavy rain covered the ground, but it did not prevent more than 100,000 pairs of eyes from looking at this shocking scene on the cliff of Fenggu Mountain.
The sergeants of Daxia grabbed the spears in their hands, the soldiers of the Southern Territory tightly held the broad knives in their hands, and the elites of the demon clan widened their eyes and stopped their movements.
There are also the talented men who participated in the martial arts test, the dragon guards, the five hundred silver-horned wolf riders, Xing Qingsui, Nangong Hao, Baixing, Wuji, and even Xing Yuanguo who is commanding the overall situation. He stopped quietly, his tiger eyes staring closely at the figures colliding together on the cliff of Fenggu Mountain.
"Crack!" A huge gap broke out in the cliff of Fenggu at this moment.
A huge rock rolled down from the top of the cliff as if it had been cut off by a giant sword. With a bang, it hit the ground of the cliff and turned into a pile of rubble.
The heavy rain fell from the sky, washing away the newly exposed rocks. The broken stones were washed clean in a moment, revealing the hard stones inside.
now…
Three figures were standing beside the broken rocks.
The mountain wind blew, and the long white skirt on Yun Qingwu's body finally fluttered. The slender and snow-white calves exposed the tip of the iceberg due to the fluttering long skirt. Under the long skirt, there was a broken gap. The distance between her legs was The position where the feet stand is only a finger's distance away.
In front of Yun Qingwu, there was a figure half-kneeling.
The black cloak has been lifted directly, revealing a delicate and handsome face, and a green and ink-like magic eye is shining brightly on his forehead.
The young vice-capital's eyes were fixed on the human youth standing in front of him.
He bit his lips tightly, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. In addition to the blood between his lips, there was also a bright red on his sleeves.
The red line extended from his shoulders to his palms.
Heavy rain falls.
The bright red ones were washed to the ground, revealing a terrifying wound with bone deep inside. In addition to the wound, there was also a silver-white metallic luster faintly flashing inside.
"Huh, huh..." The young deputy commander's chest rose and fell violently, which was a sign of exhaustion at the extreme level of exhaustion.
With one strike of the sword, he could no longer stand.
For a demon, a naturally noble demon, it is already an insult to be unable to stand upright in front of the opponent.
"Why is it so strong? Why, it's impossible, it can't be so strong..." A murmur came from the young man's lips, accompanied by the heavy breathing, intertwined with the heavy rain.
Fang Zhengzheng stood quietly on the cliff. He did not look at the young deputy commander who was half-kneeling in front of him. He just pointed the traceless sword in his hand at Yun Qingwu, who was also standing in the rainstorm.
The eerie purple light flickered on the traceless sword, and drops of bright red blood were washed away by the heavy rain from the blade and dripped on the cliff.
"Groan!"
The sword's blade trembled slightly, and it made a sound like a dragon's roar. It seemed to be a whisper, and it also seemed to be a kind of excitement, bloodthirsty excitement.
The overwhelming murderous aura was raging in the air, spreading out in circles like waves.
"Are you going to kill me?" Yun Qingwu finally spoke, her beautiful eyes looking at the purple sword stained with blood in Fang Zhengzheng's hand, her tone was very calm, as calm as a greeting between two friends. Same.
Of course, the reality is that there is a sword in front of Yun Qingwu, a sword pointed directly at her throat, less than three steps away.
Fang Zhengzheng did not answer Yun Qingwu's question.
He just looked at Yun Qingwu in front of him quietly, and the bright sword in his eyes became more and more clear, as clear as if it was about to burst out of his body.
…
Under the cliff of Fenggu.
More than 100,000 pairs of eyes were staring at the three figures. To be more precise, their eyes were also staring at the Traceless Sword in Fang Zhengzheng's hand.
Because every move of that sword will determine Yun Qingwu's life and death.
kill!
Or not to kill!
From now on, it is indeed in Fang Zhengzheng's hands.
After all, apart from Yun Qingwu herself, I am afraid that no one can stop the upright sword below. As for the demon elites, including Star Worshipers and Martial Halberds, they are also powerless.
What can they do but wait
Too close, Fang Zhengzheng's sword was too close to Yun Qingwu. At such a distance, let alone rushing to the cliff of Fenggu Mountain to rescue her, even if she made a move, the outcome might be doomed in advance.
"Kill quickly!"
"What is he still hesitating about?"
"If it were you, could you attack Yun Qingwu?"
The talented men looked at this scene, and they all showed worried expressions. They all knew very well that with this sword thrust, the battle situation in the Southern Territory would be greatly changed.
How could the Southern Territory, which had lost the support of the demons, dare to become an enemy of Daxia
Moreover, the most important thing is that it has supreme merit for itself.
But, that was Yun Qingwu after all.
A strange woman with unparalleled talents, even though she is the young master of the demon clan, even though she has no mercy for human beings.
Xing Qingsui looked closely at Fang Zhengzheng. His mouth opened, closed, closed, and opened again. There seemed to be a decision that was difficult to speak.
Similar to Xing Qingsui's expression was Xing Yuanguo.
However, Xing Yuanguo has been watching quietly. As the general who was personally ordered by the Holy Emperor to preside over the battle in the southern region, he said nothing at this moment.
No one knows what he is thinking.
The Wuwei Sword in Nangong Hao's hand was slowly put into the scabbard on his back, and a faint ice mist spread out from his body. He did not chase Bai Yue anymore, nor did he stop Wu Ji.
Because it's no longer necessary.
…
Time passed bit by bit, and on the cliff of Fenggu Mountain, Fang Zhengzheng's sword was pointed at Yun Qingwu's throat, while Yun Qingwu seemed to be waiting for something quietly.
I don't know how long it took before Yun Qingwu's voice rang for the first time.
"Now that you've decided, why don't you take action? After all your efforts to rush up from the cliff, you can't just let me go for no reason, right?" Yun Qingwu looked at Fang Zhengyi, moved lightly, and didn't even retreat. Instead, he took a step forward resolutely, his long skirt flying.
Compared with the calm thought just now, this time, her voice clearly revealed a kind of relief, a kind of relief that was like a shackle of peace of mind.
The heavy rain fell from the sky, washing her veil more and more transparently, and her exquisite face was clearly displayed in front of Fang Zhengzheng.
Just like a lonely white lotus on the snow mountain.
Aloof, arrogant, standing at the highest point in the world, she does not need pity or sympathy, she just quietly looks down at the world below her feet.
"Kill... all those who try to harm me, kill them all, kill them all... kill..." Fang Zhengzheng's lips finally moved.
It seemed to be talking to itself.
However, the sound was so cold that it gave people a heart-trembling chill. In other words, it was no longer a sound, but a sound wave composed entirely of murderous intent.
"Boom!" A purple sky thunder streaked across the sky, cutting a huge crack in the already dark sky.
At the same time, the traceless sword in Fang Zhengzheng's hand also lit up again, with purple light flowing on the blade like blood.
"die!"
"die!"
"die!"
As Fang Zhengzheng's lips continued to open and close.
The monstrous murderous aura also spurted out like ocean waves, spiraling up from the soles of his feet, rising like a huge whirlwind, forming layers of rotating, solid air waves on the cliffs of the Wind Valley, falling from the sky. The torrential rain was shielded from the outside.
The bright sword light shines from Fang Zhengzheng's eyes, intertwined with the rich purple in his eyes, which looks extremely strange in this dim world. (To be continued.) 8