Under the green pine, Wu Chenghou's eyes were like eagles, staring at the scar-faced Taoist, with anger in his chest boiling back to the sky.
He recognized the real body of Taoist Scarface. If it wasn't Xu Yi who deserved to die and be mutilated, who was it
The Taoist with the scarred face was undoubtedly Xu Yi. From Li Xiuluo, he learned that Xia Zimo was being chased by the Senhun Patriarch to Canglong Mountain. He never thought about whether he could win or not.
He just arrived at the outskirts of the city, and happened to run into the Flying Boat Operation Office, which was soliciting business under the signboard of "Qiyue Realistic". No matter how anxious he was, he also knew that it would be better to search by boat than headless flies.
Arriving here, he ran into a scene where his eyes were about to burst.
Xia Zimo's falling blood feathers seemed to have turned into sharp knives, cutting flesh and bones on his heart.
It wasn't until then that Xu Yi realized that some things were coming and they couldn't be stopped.
Xu's heart was in pain, and he would not be stingy to return the pain thousands of times.
That's why he ignored the crowd of experts looking around and forcibly shot, literally shattering Yao Wuhui's dantian.
And Wu Chenghou was able to recognize Xu Yi, not because he had supernatural powers, but because Xu Yi and him really had a deep hatred.
Not to mention the treasure that was plundered by Xu Yi after a lot of effort, just the revenge of murdering the son is already irreconcilable.
The depth of hatred, the depth of thoughts, Xu Yi's figure, facial features, and Wu Chenghou have already been engraved into his bones.
At this moment, although Xu Yi changed his attire and appearance, or could hide it from others, Wu Chenghou could recognize him almost immediately.
Not to mention the boundless sea as evidence, Xu Yi's identity was confirmed.
At this moment, Wu Chenghou looked at Xu Yi, his heart welling up.
He never imagined that in just ten months, this thief has grown to a jaw-dropping level. He is as evil as a demon without regrets, as vigorous as a thin crane, and they all fall under his hands.
The immeasurable sea is extremely terrifying. If such a thief is not eliminated now, let alone when.
Just at the moment when Wen Shouhe turned around and greeted him, Wu Chenghou shook the reins and urged the Tianma to go forward.
Behind him, all the guests of the Marquis's residence understood Wu Chenghou's intentions and were waiting to follow him. Suddenly, a cold light flashed, and Wu Chenghou and the other guests sat on the horse's head. The horse's head was cut off and blood spurted wildly.
Such a strange scene immediately attracted the attention of the audience.
The one who made the move was that white-clothed scholar who called himself "Feng Mou" again.
Suddenly, the white-clothed gentleman jumped out of the flying boat, stepped in the air, walked to a bluestone on the mottled cliff, pressed his sword knee, and said coldly, "There is only one strange monster, and there are many seekers. A chaotic battle is like countless Ten years ago, many great powers robbed the corpse of the dragon, and it was a big battle where chickens flew like eggs, but this time, everyone will do their best to snatch the strange monster according to their own abilities, the only requirement is that they must fight alone."
The voice is not loud, neither urgent nor slow, and can be heard for miles around.
The gentleman in white jumped out of the flying boat, showing his true colors, and was immediately recognized.
"Da Yue Sword King!"
"Sword King Feng Xifeng!"
"My God, why is he here?"
Feng Xifeng turned a deaf ear to the shock of the audience, and said loudly, "Yaozu and Wenzu, you two are senior masters, and my teacher also admires the strength of the two of you. This time, the two ancestors have already sent children off the stage In the fight for victory, it is expected that there is a desire to sit on the sidelines, and Feng's words must be in line with the wishes of the two seniors."
Feng Xifeng stepped into the void with his long body, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, his clothes fluttering, and he stood with his head held high, not at all intimidated by the coercion of the soul-sensing ancestor.
On the cliff, the ancestor of the Wen family's skinny old face was already dark and stern. He stared at Xu Yi's eyes, then turned to look at Feng Xifeng, separated by hundreds of feet, his clear eyes almost solidified, "Junior, look at Zhan Zun's face. , the old man forgives your rudeness just now, since you don't know how to advance or retreat, the old man will show you some color, even if Zhan Zun knows it, he must not blame the old man."
After the words were finished, the patriarch of the Wen family suddenly grabbed out his big hand. With this grabbing, the surrounding air suddenly tightened, and his big hand released a black hole that was so deep that it couldn't be seen.
In an instant, countless black and bright air cones with terrifying coercion emerged from the sky, roaring towards Feng Xifeng, as dense as a torrential rain, as fast as a meteor, and arrived in an instant.
Everyone's eyes widened, and even Xu Yi, who had just dealt with Wen Shouhe, temporarily calmed down and focused on this world-shattering battle.
He had heard of the reputation of the Sword King Feng Xifeng when he was still in Guang'an.
The Great Yue Sword King is famous far and wide. It is rumored that this king can slice through mountains with a single sword, but what attracted Xu Yi's attention the most was the scarlet Divine Will sword in Feng Xifeng's hand. According to rumors, this sword was also tempered with iron essence as the main material. made.
Right now, he was about to kill Wen Shouhe with the might of the Qi dragon. The ancestor of the Wen family made a timely move and easily defeated the Qi dragon with an air spear. Seeing that the air cone was about to pierce his forehead, the silver light flashed and the air cone shattered. .
The attack of the air cone was extremely strong, Xu Yi was caught off guard, and was confused by the supreme killing intent of the air cone, and lost his mind, but his perception was still there, and the person who could accurately catch the attack was Feng Xifeng.
Feng Xifeng stood up in his young age, and with his late stage cultivation, he was able to forcibly resist the blow of the legendary soul-sensing ancestor. Xu Yi was greatly heartbroken by his brilliant divine power.
Previously, he only relied on perception, not to mention finding out how Feng Xifeng made his moves. At this moment, when the war resumed, Xu Yi temporarily forgot about the crisis, and watched this shocking battle that was destined to be recorded in the history of Dai Viet martial arts purely with the heart of a warrior. .
Xu Yi has experienced the Qi Cone of the ancestor of the Wen family before. He has never experienced the vigorous killing intent and desolate sharpness. He has never really fought against a master of the condensed liquid state. , just took advantage of attacking his unpreparedness, but he has seen the strongest attack of the strong in the condensed liquid state.
Years ago, in the Battle of the Ancient Tomb, Shui Yi used his invincible golden body to resist the Jiang family's second master's qi knife, but Xu Yi could truly feel the power of the qi knife despite the distance.
In detail, the Jiang family's second master's air knife is far superior to the small air awl that looms in front of him, but in terms of killing intent and sharpness, it is far inferior.
With one air cone, someone like him couldn't catch it.
At this moment, the patriarch of the Wen family raised his hand in a rage, and the air was like rain. The huge coercion made all the hundreds of people surrounded by him retreat.
The second master of Du Jiang's family and several extremely strong men in the condensate state can sit still and watch the situation quietly.
Cones of air swept over mountains and seas, encircling Feng Xifeng from all directions, with Feng Xifeng as the center, and the air seemed to be sucked dry in an instant.
King Feng Jian, who always had a calm face, rarely showed a dignified look. With his palms together, a long sword seemed to emerge from the void.
The sword has no handle, the sword is three feet three inches long, the blade is as thin as a cicada's wing, and the whole body is red, it is the famous Shenyi sword.
The Divine Will sword came out, and the light was blazing. As Feng Jianwang opened his palms and closed, the Divine Will sword suddenly cut out a monstrous silver light. The silver light was everywhere, and the air cone was shattered.
The air cone is like rain, the sword light is like the sea, the torrential rain ravages the mountains and rivers, and will eventually trickle into the sea.