The Yanwu Battle Tower was once again turbulent, and Gu Qing came out of the sky, causing a great sensation!
Could it be that even Gu Qing wants to kill Feng Feiyun
"Gu Qing is out!"
"Once upon a time, the younger generation of Tianjiao rose strongly, and stepped into the peak of the gods at the age of sixteen, causing a great sensation in the Vientiane Tower, and then retreated for 23 years, rumored to be cultivating an extremely profound sword art, now Does it mean that he has successfully cultivated this sword art?"
The so-called retreat is not a secluded retreat. After 23 years of retreat, he will occasionally come out to walk around, but he will not leave the Vientiane Tower.
"Gu Qing's cultivation base should have reached the pinnacle of the god base, at least he has cultivated seven spiritual senses, otherwise it would be impossible to rank 278th on the "Hundred Pagodas List"."
"Any student who can rank in the top three hundred in the "Hundred Pagodas List" has at least cultivated seven spiritual senses."
The "Hundred Pagodas List" is a ranking list of the younger generation of masters of the Vientiane Tower students. Only those under the age of 40 are eligible to enter the list. A total of 500 rankings are included.
As long as you can rank among the top 500 of the younger generation of the Vientiane Tower, you can be on the "Hundred Pagodas List".
The young talents who can make it to the "Hundred Pagodas List" are all the targets of the major forces to win over, and they are also the figures of the Vientiane Pagoda, and are worshipped by countless young disciples.
There were eight iron scales flying under Gu Qing's feet. Stepping on the iron scales, he slowly fell to the third floor of the Yanwu Battle Tower, with a three-foot white jade sword hanging from his waist and a white Confucian belt, like an unfathomable scholar.
Feng Feiyun stood on the edge of the Yanwu Battle Tower with vain steps, with a morbid look on his face, and there was blood left on the corners of his mouth and sleeves, as if there was not much life.
"Who are you?" Feng Feiyun coughed twice as he spoke.
"Gu Qing!" Gu Qing said indifferently.
"I don't know!" Feng Feiyun glanced slightly at Murong Zhuo and the others on the viewing platform in the distance, knowing that it was the powerhouse they invited.
Originally, Feng Feiyun felt that he had no deep hatred with these people, there was no need to kill them, and he wanted to let them live, but these people did not know what to do, and they provoked them again and again.
It's because they don't want to live.
Gu Qing grinned and said with a smile: "I originally disdain to kill a seriously injured person, but your life is too valuable, I have to kill you again."
Feng Feiyun nodded lightly and said, "You did nothing wrong."
Although he was seriously injured and dying, Feng Feiyun seemed very calm and his face was extraordinarily flat, even though the person standing opposite him was a strong man who had been practicing for decades.
Gu Qing did not think that there are people in this world who are not afraid of death. He snorted softly, stretched out two fingers on his right hand, and pinched them into a sword art. The eight iron scales that were originally suspended under his feet flew at the same time. Up, the speed was dozens of times faster, turning into countless blades, revolving around his body.
Swish, swish, swish!
Countless harsh winds rang out, and black shadows moved in the air.
Only a cultivator who has cultivated the eight senses can do it.
"Princess, do you see if we..." Eunuch Yu said slightly from the side, his old eyes narrowed into a slit, staring at the Yanwu Battle Tower.
The old eunuch's eyes are very shrewd, and he has already seen that Princess Luofu is very interested in Feng Feiyun and wants to accept him as a guest, so he reminds him aloud.
If he can help Feng Feiyun at this time, he is not afraid that he will not be grateful to Dade and submit to Princess Luofu's banner.
Princess Luofu had a smile on her face, shook her head slightly, and said, "Although Gu Qing is powerful, the son of the demon is not so easy to kill, just wait! Wait until the son of the demon is forced to the point of death. , we will take another shot, the effect will be better.”
"What the princess said is very true!" Eunuch Yu nodded and bowed.
"Okay! This time I decided to really condense the last life force of my body and die with you." Feng Feiyun said this again, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and punched out nine secret techniques in a row. It seems that it is really condensing the last trace of strength.
But when he said this again, no one believed him anymore, because the last time he said this, he had already killed a genius against genius.
"Damn, the son of the demon is too immoral. Every time he condenses the last strength, it has not been condensed after several times."
"The ghost believes that he is condensing the last strength!" Many monks secretly scolded Feng Feiyun for being too treacherous.
Eight iron scales came flying, carrying a fierce murderous aura, wrapping the entire space, like falling into a meat grinder, killing intent everywhere.
Swish, swish, swish.
"boom!"
Feng Feiyun finally gathered his last strength, and with great difficulty he brought out Miao Gui's finger. The black light on the finger was soaring into the sky, and six ancient pictures were presented. Rotating, sixteen mysterious texts surround the periphery, no one can understand what the sixteen mysterious texts are, but it contains an incomparably huge power.
The second picture is the "Four Sheep Ancient Ding", a mysterious and mysterious bronze ancient tripod suspended in the picture and text, four blue sheep guarding the four feet, like four pillars of the sky.
The third picture is "Netherworld God Tower", the fourth picture is "God King Feitian", the fifth picture is "Hundred Ghosts Banquet", and the sixth picture is "Ten Thousand Houses of Lights".
In addition to the "Dragon Horse River Map" on the female demon, there are seven ancient pictures in total, each of which contains extremely ancient and profound Taoism. Understand the mood above.
The six ancient pictures were originally recorded on Miaogui's finger, and it has never been as clear as this moment, as if the six really existed in the world.
Even Feng Feiyun showed a hint of surprise at the moment, but he didn't have time to study it in depth. He directly punched Miaogui's finger and six ancient pictures out, knocking the eight iron scales upside down and flying back.
This is the true power of a spirit tool, and only a spirit tool can compete!
"You actually have a magic weapon!" Gu Qing's face changed slightly. Before he shot Feng Feiyun, he didn't know that Feng Feiyun had such a magical weapon.
"Nonsense!" Feng Feiyun held Miaogui's finger with one hand, strode forward, and with the might of Miaogui's finger, smashed Gu Qing's eight iron scales in half, pressing him step by step, not giving him back. force.
Gu Qing's body is rich in spiritual energy, powerful in consciousness, and he has a series of unique tricks that can barely block the coercion of the spiritual tool.
"Aren't you seriously injured?" Gu Qing stepped back three steps in a row, using the power of seven unicorns with both hands, barely stabilizing his body.
"This... Of course, I was seriously injured, but I gathered my last strength and planned to die with you." Feng Feiyun became more and more fierce, tearing up the power of the seven unicorns, and the power of a spiritual tool from Gu Qing It flew out from the edge of his neck, almost piercing his throat.
"Your sister!" Gu Qing felt regretful, at this moment Feng Feiyun didn't look like a seriously injured person, he was as fierce as a bull.
"boom!"
Miao Gui took six ancient pictures with his fingers and wrapped the entire third floor of the Yanwu Battle Tower, as if to kill Gu Qing.
"call out!"
A white rainbow rushed out from the halo of aura, like an irresistible beam of light, piercing the ancient map and rushing out.
"It's not that you can be invincible if you have a spirit tool. Feng Feiyun, you haven't cultivated your spiritual sense yet, and you can't even exert one percent of the power of a spirit tool. It's not difficult for me to defeat you." That three-foot white cloud sword flew out like a white dragon, smashed the blockade of the spiritual weapon, and broke out.
He was right, although Feng Feiyun now has a spiritual weapon in his hands, the combat power that he can improve is not so heaven-defying, and it's not that he can't fight back.
"I've been in seclusion for 23 years, and I've already cultivated a unique skill-level sword technique. As long as I don't encounter a powerhouse at the Great Perfection level of Shenji, I'm invincible, enough to break a spiritual weapon with one sword."
Gu Qing originally didn't want to use his unique skills at this time. After all, everyone will keep one or two tricks to use in the event of life and death, to achieve the effect of one-hit kill.
But now in the eyes of the public, if he is defeated in the hands of a person whose cultivation is lower than himself and who is younger than himself, how can he stand on the Vientiane Tower in the future, so he has to throw out his trump card.
"I also have a unique technique that I have practiced for thousands of years. Until I recently broke through the middle stage of the God Foundation, I can finally use it. I will take you to be the first to use it." Feng Feiyun put away Miaogui's finger and restarted. Bring back the thumb.
"Nima, Feng Feiyun is talking big again. The ghost believes that he has a unique skill that he has practiced for thousands of years!" A monk finally couldn't help but scolded.
Even Princess Luofu and several big figures of the younger generation have black lines on their foreheads, which is exaggerated.
Although Feng Feiyun had a great record in this battle, and slaughtered all the geniuses, but no one remembered his strength, but remembered a truth, Feng Feiyun's words must not be believed!