The bleak night is about to pass, and dawn is ushered in.
On the horizon, a black cloud slowly covered it, blocking the white-blue light in the eastern sky!
Dawn did not come, it was covered by dark clouds, the dull thunder came, and a heavy rain was about to fall.
In the Profound Star Blessed Land, the atmosphere was even more dull, and the sound of battle sounded more penetrating than thunder, rolling in and out, shocking people's hearts.
"Feng Feiyun, do you really think that one person's strength can compete with our entire Feng family?" The half-step giant in a purple robe, standing above, flowing with a purple mansion glow, a round of Tai Chi overhead imprint.
This old man was one of the four half-step giants who had previously dealt with Nangong Hongyan.
The four of them were originally responsible, guarding the clan prison and not allowing any outsiders to enter, but Nangong Hongyan broke in, which was a big sin for them, only if Feng Feiyun and Nangong Hongyan were left behind, they might not will be punished.
Therefore, the four of them bore the brunt of the attack and attacked the most violently.
"Your Feng family, 叏叏, is your surname Feng?" Feng Feiyun shouted loudly, causing the old man in the purple robe to sting his ears, like a gong ringing in his ears, and he was lost for a moment.
At this moment, Feng Feiyun made a bold move, holding the knife in both hands, with the force of smashing the mountain, he cut out a hundred zhang sword light, shaped like a dragon.
"Dragon Emperor kills with one knife!"
The power of this knife is domineering and content, and Cangyu is shocked.
""Dragon Emperor Sword Art", the most powerful, the most powerful sword art." The old man in the purple robe showed a horrified look on his face, and quickly retreated, but it was too late after all, and was cut into his vest by a white dragon's sword energy.
The half-step giant has a strong vitality and does not die.
The old man in the purple robe fled, as long as he escaped to the giant-level ancestor, he would be safe.
The ancient bronze ship crossed the sky, as if it was flying over an ancient galaxy, Feng Feiyun stood in front of the ancient ship, his face was ashen, and he took another knife.
"puff!"
The knife light penetrated the half-step giant's body, and the old man in the purple robe groaned unwillingly. In the end, the spiritual energy of the Zifu above the body was lost and disappeared between heaven, earth and nature.
The old body fell straight from the air, and fell between the mountains and mountains, blood and flesh were blurred.
A giant originally wanted to save him, but he didn't have time. Feng Feiyun's speed was so fast that he even slashed twice between the lightning and flint.
Feng Feiyun's hand was on Nangong Hongyan's soft waist, and she felt that the temperature in her hand had disappeared. Even if Feng Feiyun injected the endless spiritual energy into her body, she still couldn't keep her heartbeat normal. Beating, beginning to decay rapidly, getting slower and slower.
Can't delay any longer!
After a while, he could only watch her helplessly and die in his arms.
If so, Feng Feiyun will be sad.
Feng Feiyun stepped on the ancient bronze boat, urging the speed of Samsara to turn into a blue shadow passing through the sky.
He wanted to leave, but the strong men of the Feng family would not let him do so. The three half-step giants were on the road ahead of Feng Feiyun, and they made a palm print at the same time.
All are the power of dragons and tigers, dozens of huge tiger shadows, condensed into palm prints as high as three hills, and the atmosphere is brilliant, attracting turbulent air waves.
"Xiaoyanshu's Heaven Execution and Shaking Immortal Hammer!"
"Xiaoyanshu" Feng Feiyun has already understood four out of 40, and the power of the Heaven Slaughtering Immortal Hammer is one point stronger.
"Zhutian Shaking the Immortal Hammer" was originally known for its strength. Although it was only a phantom, it contained a trace of the spirit of the ancient Heaven Executioner Shaking Immortal Hammer.
With one hammer blow, the three half-step giants were beaten to the point of vomiting blood. Two of them even broke seven or eight bones, and the blood dripped from their bodies, dripping from the soles of their feet.
These three half-step giants were all severely injured, fell to the ground, took the elixir, and hid in a safe place to recuperate, and could no longer shoot.
Those ancestor-level people looked at each other in dismay. Hongluan Huochang and Yincan Saluo were worthy of the legendary divine clothes. After wearing them, they had such a powerful explosive power that a young monk could compete with the top figures of their older generation. .
After such a short delay, the pulse on Nangong Hongyan's body was already beating more slowly.
Feng Feiyun was so anxious that he urged the ancient bronze boat to fly to the horizon.
"boom!"
The bronze ancient ship slammed into an invisible wall, and it shook violently. It was a great formation that isolated the region. Numerous dense patterns were written on it, and after the impact, the dense patterns appeared, emitting ten thousand golden lights.
"return!"
A giant-level old man shouted, and the dense pattern that spanned between the sky and the ground flew towards him.
The dense pattern pushes the ancient bronze ship and flies back in the opposite direction.
This force is irresistible, like a fish jumping into a fishing net, and now someone is taking it back.
Feng Feiyun naturally won't sit still, and he has already seen that this layer of dense patterns is also a formation, but this formation is rather special, similar to "enchantment".
As long as it is an array, there must be an array of eyes.
"The third sword of "Dragon Tiger Sword Art".
"Ow!"
A white dragon surged out from above the blade, like a white rainbow, rushing straight into the sky, piercing the dense pattern, "crack", the dense pattern shattered layer by layer, like a wall of gods collapsing.
Feng Feiyun's speed in comprehending the ancient books was extremely fast, and he had already realized the third knife of "Dragon Emperor Sword Art". In the past, because his strength was a little bit worse, he could not split the third knife.
Now the power of the half-step giant, not to mention the third knife, even the fourth knife, can be split out.
A giant riding on a Gale Beast rushed up from the mountains and wanted to prevent Feng Feiyun from leaving, but Feng Feiyun cut out a hundred dragons and directly smashed the 800-year-old Gale Beast under his seat. , all shredded into blood clots.
This giant sacrificed a vast spiritual lake to block the sharp sword, otherwise he would be injured.
This giant retreated dozens of miles away and stood on the top of a cloud peak, dressed like a flag, swaying in the wind, stretched out his palm, there was a white mark on the palm, and it was aching.
It's really terrifying. Feng Feiyun's knife just now almost broke his skin over a thousand meters, causing him to splatter blood.
"After he put on the divine garment, his power was actually as strong as that of a giant. It seems that the five divine garments in the legend are no trivial matter. Any one of them has a tenfold increase in attribute power."
All the senior cultivators present were tempted. Originally, they were disdainful of the so-called Divine Clothing based on their cultivation, but after seeing its power tonight, it overturned their previous cognition.
It seems that the higher the cultivation base, the stronger the power of the divine garment.
Hongluan Huochang can make a person without cultivation level comparable to a half-step giant.
Hidden silk salo, which can make monks hide their bodies, even giants can't find them. The top killer, wearing the hidden silk leno, may even make the supreme giants hate it.
Jiujiu robes, the rumored monster battle clothes, once put on, you can get incredible power, which is more mysterious and unpredictable than the red luan fire clothes, and can help the upper giants fight against the real people.
Boom!
The sky was full of thunder and lightning, countless electric snakes danced wildly, a torrential rain fell, unscrupulously washed the blood on the ground, and soaked the clothes of people.
Lightning fell, shuttled between heaven and earth!
Feng Mo stood on the top of the central mountain, outside a palace like a nine-day palace. Standing in the rain, a beautiful woman stood behind him and held up an umbrella for him.
The rain beat on the umbrella, making a "tick-tock" sound.
Wan Xiangcen held the umbrella handle and said, "Old Ancestor, after all, no one can stop him."
"He can't leave, he is destined to be the Feng family." Feng Mo stood under the umbrella, his eyes passed through the rain curtain, and looked at the distant sky with a kind of foresighted brilliance.
Boom!
Another thunderbolt passed through the sky, making an explosive sound, causing the black clouds in the sky to tremble.
The autumn rain was continuous, but the autumn rain this morning was more ferocious than ever, and the sound of thunder broke many people's good dreams.
"boom!"
The ancient bronze ship that had already flown six hundred miles away suddenly stopped and fell abruptly from the sky to the ground, smashing the ground into a huge pit.
Feng Feiyun's whole body was wet, his hair was messy, his eyes were a little frightened, and his hands trembled towards the tip of Nangong Hongyan's nose.
Washed by the cold rain, the blood on Nangong Hongyan's body melted into blood and fell to the ground. Her stunning face was as pale as a piece of white paper, and her jade arm was as cold as two popsicles.
The white clothes on his body were washed away to only a touch of red.
no breathing...
heartbeat stopped...
Her body was terribly cold, with a stiff smile on her face, she had lost her life, but Feng Feiyun's heart was even colder, as if her blood had frozen.
She died in the arms of the one she loved and left with a smile.
"Ah..." Feng Feiyun hugged Nangong Hongyan's body, stood under the thunderstorm, and let out a long howl.
"Who is Hongyan laughing for, and when will the beauty be thrown away? In the world of mortals, the heart is not old. When you are not there, people are like grass... When Hongyan is old, who will paint her eyebrows?"
The beautiful singing and the touching sound of the guzheng seemed to still reverberate in my ears. At that time, she was a peerless beauty, a fairy in the world, and even a fairy could not sing that song.
Hong Yan's smile solidified on her face, there is no woman's smile in the world, she can have such beauty.
She is most afraid of old age, of beauty and white hair, and now she is no longer afraid.
On the surrounding mountains, maple leaves fell, and the red maple leaves fluttered in the rain, like red butterflies in the sky, and finally fell to the ground and fell into the mud.
Feng Feiyun stood in the icy rain, the rain slapped on his head and face, as if even the sky was laughing at him, this poor bastard.
In the rain, he could vaguely hear another song she had fondled: "In the past, I went, Yang Liu Yiyi; now I come to think, rain and snow. He begged…”
On a rainy night, the wind was strong, and the low-pitched song was also blown away by the wind.
Just a lonely sadness.