In the cold autumn festival, the leaves turn yellow and the road is yellow.
On the ancient streets, the breeze is breezy, and the murderous spirit is cold.
Those cultivators all sensed something bad, their bodies were like swallows, and they went away quietly. Those alien beasts covered with scales, the big birds with golden hair and white feathers also smelled the dangerous breath and slowly retreated.
Of course, there are also daring monks, such as a few young men in white clothes drinking alcohol under the bronze pillar of the Dragon Court, and a few gray-haired old men above the golden pavilion. They are very confident in their own cultivation, and nothing can make them evade.
Feng Feiyun took out a white silk cloth from his arms and coughed twice. The cloth was covered in blood, and his face became even paler, causing many monks to wonder who the sick seedling was. .
The two soldiers of the Divine Martial Army stood opposite Feng Feiyun, riding on the back of the Qi Niu, the black iron armor on their bodies was dark and dark, one of them pulled out the sword in his hand, his eyes were cold, and he said: "Master Feng, you Have you thought about it?"
Feng Feiyun smiled and said nothing.
Another soldier of the Shenwu Army shouted fiercely: "Feng Feiyun, you have already been killed by the rotten blood of the King of Hell, but you are only a dying person, you must go with us today, or don't blame our Shenwu Army for bullying the weak and dealing with you. Disabled people."
"Snapped!"
He threw out a pair of Xuanwu iron shackles and was still in front of Feng Feiyun, as if scolding the prisoner, "Take the iron shackles yourself, or we will help you."
Feng Feiyun was sitting on the pale yellow copper car, under the hat, silent, eyes blank, body trembling, like a dying old man in the twilight.
"It turned out to be Feng Feiyun, the son of the demon!" A female student from the Vientiane Tower turned around under the bronze pillar of Longting. It was 28 years old, and she looked pretty, and she was staring curiously at the driver who was driving the copper car. .
A man in a white robe next to her said regretfully: "Hey! It's a pity that a generation of talents who could have become the first hero of the Shenjin Dynasty is now in such a state of desperation that he was forced like a bereaved dog."
"Fate played a joke on him, prosperity is over, and destiny is premature."
"Although Feng Feiyun is still alive, he has only two years of lifespan, and he can't use force against people at all, otherwise the rotten blood of the King of Hell will flow faster, and he will die faster."
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Several students of the Vientiane Tower were sighed. Three of them were acquainted with Feng Feiyun. They were all students of the Wuta Tower, but now no one intends to help him. After all, he is no longer the descendant of the arrogant god king. , but just a terminally ill waste.
Who would want to offend a big man like Ling Donglai for such a person
These Vientiane Pagoda students who were acquainted with Feng Feiyun turned their heads and pretended not to see anything.
This is the scorching world!
Feng Feiyun's lips trembled, and he said, "I'm already a mortal person, can't you just let me go?"
"Haha! Let go of you, laugh at me, laugh at me, even the son of a famous demon would say such a thing." His voice sank, and he said, "Feng Feiyun, if you kneel on the ground and beg us, We may go to General Ling to plead for you."
Another soldier of the Shenwu Army also stared at Feng Feiyun with a mocking smile.
"Hey! I didn't want to kill people, but you insisted on forcing me." Feng Feiyun shook his arm, slowly raised it, and then waved it down, a cold wind blew across the ancient street.
"puff!"
The body of the soldier of the Shenwu Army standing on the left suddenly split, from the eyebrows to the crotch, neatly split into two halves, donated blood sprinkled all over the ground, even the Qi Niu below him had a blood pattern on his body, huge. The body fell to the side.
"Crash!"
There was a knife mark on the ancient street, one meter deep, from under Feng Feiyun to the end of the street, the ground was full of gravel.
This is a knife cut out by a sick seedling!
Another soldier of the Shenwu Army was so frightened that he twitched all over his body, with a look of disbelief in his eyes. If it wasn't for the will of the Shenwu Army to not be afraid of life and death, he would have fallen from the sadness of Qi Niu at this moment. .
"Feng Feiyun, you actually dare to do it." The soldier of the Shenwu Army roared angrily, and when he stretched his arm, the basalt iron flail on the ground flew up and fell into his hand, riding a unicorn, like a gust of black wind. come over.
The hooves of the unicorn shook the ancient city.
The Xuanwu iron flail made a metal collision sound, ding ding dong dong.
"Shh!"
The second sword qi flew out, frantically, and directly divided the soldiers of the Shenwu Army into eight pieces. The four legs of the huge unicorn were also broken, and they fell directly to the ground.
The woman sitting at the end of the street drinking, paused slightly, did not turn her head, and continued drinking.
"Cough cough!" Feng Feiyun shook the dust on his hat, and then brought it back to his head, "Ling Donglai, you should do it yourself! I wanted to have a good battle with you for a long time."
Ling Donglai stood on top of the high-rise Ling Pavilion, with a splendid appearance, and he had an aura that the sky would collapse and the ground would not move, and said: "You have the rotten blood of the King of Hell in your body, and the more you fight, the faster you die. Fight with me. I'm afraid your life will be lost."
"Being able to fight a strong man like you before dying, it is not wrong to die." Feng Feiyun said.
"Then I will fulfill you!"
The war sword on Donglai's waist automatically flew out, like a half-moon hanging in the air, the light of the sword was terrifying, and the war spirits of alien beasts were condensed in the light of the sword, which merged with the swordsmanship of the gods.
A knife fell, and it was destroyed.
"boom!"
A giant white stone sword flew up from the bottom, and the dragon energy surged upwards, blocking the sword of Shenwu.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
After colliding more than seventy times in a row, in the end, the Shenwu War Sword was chopped into pieces, turned into iron filings, and flew backwards, blasting towards Ling Dong like a rain of knives.
Ling Donglai stretched out his hand, and a cloud of waves flew out from his palm, and the iron filings instantly turned into powder and vanished.
"Ow!"
The white stone giant knife was chopped up, and a white dragon shadow rose into the air, which was truly lifelike, like a fairy dragon roaming, fierce and powerful.
This is already the Mahayana of the second move of the Dragon Emperor Sword Art, the Dragon Emperor is in the Nine Heavens.
If everyone else must have been frightened by this sword trick, they would have fled, but Ling Donglai remained motionless, and the cloak on his back was swaying with the wind. fight me.
This is a battle of trapped beasts, there is no need to fight with a mortal person, so that Donglai's body floats up, his feet step on a purple cloud, and he intends to soar into the sky to consume Feng Feiyun to death.
Ling Donglai is not a warrior, but a wise teacher with great wisdom, otherwise he would not have become the youngest general.
"boom!"
Feng Feiyun's speed was much faster than him. He was already standing in the cloud, holding a white stone sword, a cloud of swords flew from the sky, forcing Ling Donglai back, and had to fight Feng Feiyun recklessly.
"One finger to the top!" Ling Donglai stood on the top of the high-rise Ling Pavilion, a wave-like finger light flew out, turned into a beam of light, and went straight to Qingming, a water-like air wave gushed out, destroying the everything around.
The houses, temples, bluestones of ancient streets, exotic animals and ancient birds in the ancient city were all turned into powder, and were crushed by this pointing light. The students of the Vientiane Tower were unable to escape, and there were bloodstains all over their bodies. Little by little, they died in the light of the finger. They had enough confidence in their own cultivation, but this was just the aftermath of Ling Donglai's finger, which caused them heavy damage.
This is also a unique skill that Ling Donglai has learned from the three Taoist words of Taoist ancestors. The attack power is even more terrifying than the "Taiqing Eight Diagrams".
Feng Feiyun was wearing a cloth and a hat on his head, standing in the clouds, a black cloud vibrated in his dantian, and a black ancient monument flew out from the dantian, reaching a height of 33 feet, like a divine seal pressing down from the sky. .
There are hundreds of purple mansions, surrounded by the black holy monument!
There are eighteen figures who can't see it clearly, standing guard in eighteen directions of the black holy monument, and reading out the great sound of heaven.
Feng Feiyun stood on top of the huge black holy monument and pressed down directly. He had already called up his natal magic weapon, and he made a full effort. He had to fight quickly, like an inscription that fell from the heavens, it was overwhelming. Come.
"boom!"
Even when Ling Donglai typed "One Finger to Clear Up", the black holy monument could not be blocked. The pointing light seemed to penetrate into a black sea of clouds, and no ripples were emitted.
The ground has begun to sag, sinking into the imprint of a holy monument.
Ling Donglai's tall building, Ling Pavilion, has collapsed and turned into dust, "Such a powerful natal magic weapon!"
Ling Donglai waved his sleeves, and five spiritual beams rolled back into the sky, and at the same time he shot out five spiritual weapons, one was a three-zhang white sword, one was half a piece of rotten wood, one was an iron tower, and two more They are all blue and purple spirit beads, half blue and half purple, with bright colors, and their power can shatter a city and a mountain.
Ling Donglai is a person with great luck. He broke into the ancient cave and picked up these five spiritual tools. Not only these spiritual tools, but also many spiritual stones, spiritual pills, secret scrolls and exercises. .
The five spiritual tools are like five small suns, and the brilliance is very dazzling. Ling Donglai's hands are supported, and a picture of the Eight Great Arrays of Taiqing is condensed on the palm of his hand.
The five spiritual tools were suspended above the array, hitting the black holy monument.
This scene moved countless people, and the epic-level genius fighting against each other could simply destroy a city.
"Ling Donglai is extremely talented, and his luck is unparalleled in the world. There was a Taoist loose person who wanted to accept him as a disciple, but he refused."
"Even a person of the Tianhou level can't carry five spiritual tools at the same time. The younger generation of monks can already be kings and dominate if they have one spiritual tool, but he actually sacrificed five spiritual tools at the same time. , really enviable.”
"Feng Feiyun is also very powerful. He has already been infected with the rotten blood of the King of Hell, but he is still as strong as a dragon. The first genius of the Shenjin Dynasty can't be underestimated, at least when his cultivation has not dropped to a certain level, I think Those who want to touch him will not have good fruit to eat."
People who were previously disdainful of Fengfeiyun can't say a word at this moment.
The monks in the ancient city had already escaped from the city, fearing that the battle between the two would destroy the ancient city.