The flames were like fire clouds, the red luan danced in the air, and a faint demonic energy escaped.
"Is this the Yaoluan created by the sword?" A clay figurine less than 1.5 meters tall was angry from the ground, his body was piled up in mud, and the jade-brick earth around his body melted into mud.
Many people recognize this enchanting, and the cultivation base is extremely powerful. He once melted an old monk with the fifth level of destiny into mud with one palm.
"Sure enough, it is the Red Luan Demon Sword!" Dongfang Jingshui flew down majestically, with demonic energy surging from his body, and the scarlet cloak on his back stirred up, causing another round of astonishment.
Dongfang Jingshui's reputation is too big, the younger generation is almost invincible, even the elders of the older generation can compete with them.
Dongfang Jingyue also floated over, stepping on the bright moon, with a body like a breeze, a white dress, holding a red jade pipa, like a vast fairy.
She had a white veil on her face, her eyebrows were flashing, and she fell beside Dongfang Jingshui. There were some young talents who wanted to get close to her, but they were all scared off by Dongfang Jingshui's eyes. .
Where there is Dongfang Jingyue, Li Xiaonan is naturally indispensable. He is dressed in white, handsome and handsome, with a faint smile on his face. There are sixteen beautiful girls holding musical instruments behind him, all of them with extraordinary cultivation.
Li Xiaonan stared at the battle platform tightly, with a smile on his face, and said, "It is rumored that the Red Luan Demon Sword is extremely powerful, but the unparalleled monster found it from the bones of a big red dragon, not this unparalleled monster. Created. Ordinary people can't comprehend this set of demon swords. If they practice forcibly, they will only lose their Taoist heart and turn into bloodthirsty madmen."
"Only people who are infected with demonic energy can learn the Hongluan Demon Sword. I didn't expect that the Shenjin Dynasty just died of a demon son, and a demon sword descendant emerged."
Many people have heard what Li Xiaonan said.
Li Xiaonan is one of the five god disciples of the Divine Spirit Palace, and he must have read a lot of the Divine Spirit Palace dossier. These words are naturally more convincing from his mouth.
"It is said that the red robes on the body of the most beautiful woman in the world, Nangong Hongyan, are also woven from the feathers of the big red monster. Once you put on the red robes, you can get some of the power of the big red monster, even if it is ordinary Anyone can get half-step giant-level combat power." Li Xiaonan said after a pause.
Hearing this, the eyes of many young talents present flickered, revealing a greedy light. If they can win the red robe, they will be able to have a huge battle power, even if they win the battle of the concubine, it is not impossible.
Once you win the battle of the concubine, you will not only be able to marry Princess Luofu, but may also become a new generation of god-king.
Li Xiaonan's seemingly casual remarks made many people feel greedy and pointed the finger at Nangong Hongyan.
Men care about nothing more than three things, fame, fortune, and women. As long as you can win the battle of the concubine, these three things are at your fingertips. If you can win the battle of the concubine by wearing a red robe, then even taking the risk is worth it.
Naturally, both Bi Ningshuai and Wang Meng heard these words, and knew that Li Xiaonan had hidden evil intentions.
Wang Meng said coldly, "Miss Nangong is my uncle's confidant. Anyone who is an enemy of her will be my enemy, Wang Meng."
Li Xiaonan stood there with a smile on his face, not even looking at Wang Meng.
Bi Ningshuai said: "Save it! Even if you practice for another hundred years, you may not be able to beat him. The gods of the Shenling Palace are high above the sky and look down on the heroes of the world. When you are a mosquito, you are already considered high. is you."
Although Wang Meng was unconvinced, he had to admit the fact that Li Xiaonan was not even a bit stronger than him in every aspect. People were more powerful than dead people, so it was impossible to care about his threats.
It's like an ant threatening an elephant. If you bark, it will kill you. Do elephants care about such a threat
"boom!"
A loud bang came, shaking the earth, and the ground shook slightly.
All the brilliance dissipated, and Feng Feiyun was still standing in the center of the battle platform, as if he hadn't moved from beginning to end.
The Taoist robe on Zhao Songyang's body had three cracks, the Taoist crown on his head was also cut off, and his long hair fell down, covering his gloomy face, "What a powerful Hongluan Demon Sword, worthy of being a disciple of the unparalleled monster."
The bamboo hat on Feng Feiyun's head is windless and automatic, and said: "If your cultivation level reaches the fifth level of destiny, you may be able to fight me, but now, you are still far behind."
"Arrogant, I have only used the seventh-level cultivation base, and now I will let you see my true power."
Zhao Songyang stood the white sword in front of him, his hands condensed the spirit of the sun and the moon again, and held it above his head. There was a big moon on the left, a big sun on the right, and a blue sky in the middle. Sprinkling thousands of passes is like the birth of the early Ming Dynasty.
This is a magic trick of the Sun and Moon Immortal Sect, "the sun and the moon are in the same sky". There are not five monks who can understand this magic trick in the Sun and Moon Immortal Sect.
Zhao Songyang played "sun, moon and sky", and two forces, one cold and one hot, slammed down, just like a moon and a sun, falling down.
Feng Feiyun is still standing quietly, with a sword in his hand, he can maintain an eternal and indestructible combat power, breaking all methods with one sword.
"Boom!"
The sound of the sword rang, like the thunder of the nine heavens shaking.
The sun and the moon were slashed by a sword at the same time, with endless murderous intent, stabbing towards Zhao Songyang's forehead, like a meteor passing through the long sky.
"You've got a plan, you can use a sword, can't I?" Zhao Songyang played "Sun and Moon to the Sky" to deliberately lure the opponent to take action. It erupted, and the entire battlefield was wrapped in sword energy.
"Sword of Zhenxiao." Zhao Songyang's 100-meter-long giant sword pulled out a sword energy that stretched out the sky, and slashed towards the man with the black hat in front of him.
At this moment, everyone in the battle stage held their breath for it, some lamented Zhao Songyang's deep scheming, some were shocked by the Supreme Sword Art, and some imagined in their minds that this mysterious young man was beheaded after the scene.
"puff!"
A sword pierces the heart.
This sword, naturally the sword in Feng Feiyun's hand, pierced Zhao Songyang's heart.
Many people couldn't react and couldn't believe such a result. They thought that this young man would definitely die, but they didn't expect that it was Zhao Songyang who died.
"It's very fast," said the little clay figurine.
That's right, Feng Feiyun's speed just now was faster than Zhao Songyang's falling sword, and he was still dozens of meters away, but in an instant, the war sword had pierced through Zhao Songyang's heart.
Even the faces of Li Xiaonan and Dongfang Jingshui became serious. The speed shown by the mysterious young man on the stage just now was comparable to them.
"This is the speed that can only be achieved by cultivating the Hongluan Demon Sword to a very high level." Li Xiaonan smiled again. Although the speed of this mysterious man exceeded his expectations, it was still not enough to make him feel threatened. .
"Bangdang!" The white ancient war sword fell down at this time and lay on the battlefield.
An old man wearing a Taoist robe and carrying the sun and the moon on his back boarded the battle stage and put away Zhao Songyang's corpse and the third-grade spiritual weapon.
The younger generation is fighting for the hegemony, and life and death have their destiny. Since they have chosen to board this battle platform, they must be prepared to be killed at any time. The older generation of Taoist guardians can’t control this kind of thing.
The elders of the Sun and Moon Immortal Sect, even if they do not collect the corpse for Zhao Songyang, they must take away the third-grade spiritual artifact. After all, the third-rank spiritual artifact is such a top war treasure, even if it is an immortal sect, its value is still extremely high. above genius.
The old man was carrying Zhao Songyang's body, standing on the battlefield, his old eyes with indescribable wisdom, said: "Are you really the disciple of that unparalleled monster?"
Feng Feiyun held the war sword, his murderous aura swallowed and he didn't say a word.
The old man said again: "Since you have come to the Xiuxian world, then leave a name!"
"Feng Ergou." Feng Feiyun thought about it, and finally said it.
Although after saying this name, there will definitely be many more challengers, but I have come to fight to hone myself, and I am not afraid of challenges. The more challengers, the better.
The old man nodded, then left with Zhao Songyang's body on his back, disappearing into the crowd.
Sure enough, after Feng Feiyun reported his name, the monks under the battlefield went crazy, and some of them said, "Nima! It's actually him."
"Who? Famous? Never heard the name before."
"Naturally, no one has heard his name before, but yesterday the name of the underground gambling palace was very popular. I had a hunch that Feng Ergou was born and must be extraordinary."
There were many cultivators present who had placed a lot of money in the underground gambling palace. They were familiar with the name Feng Ergou and began to explain it to those unknowing cultivators.
"Oh my God, this is going to be released! A bet pays 30 yuan, and a bet is 10,000 spirit stones. If Feng Ergou qualified today, the gambling palace will have to pay 300,000 spirit stones, maybe it will Direct bankruptcy and collapse.”
"If I had known, I had put my entire fortune on him."
"I'm sure the person who made the bet must be Feng Ergou himself."
Feng Ergou is naturally not a good name. Not only is it bad, but it is also a bit of a turtle. But after seeing the supreme sword art of this mysterious man, no one thinks he is a turtle.
"It's another enchanting surname Feng, who just died, and another one appeared."
"Feng Ergou!" Dongfang Jingyue's beautiful eyes were filled with smoke, her lips lightly parted, and she muttered to herself, staring at the man in black on the battle platform, as if she wanted to see through him.
The Feng family of Nantai Mansion has long been famous all over the world, and it is no longer as unknown as before. When everyone hears the name of Feng Ergou, they all instinctively think of the Feng family. Isn't it another evildoer of the Feng family
"Could it be the little evil witch from the Feng family disguised as a man?" Some people boldly guessed that there are only so many outstanding geniuses, only one out of hundreds of millions of people, and so many may appear out of thin air.
After hearing the name of "Feng Ergou", a few cultivators spread the news as soon as possible, and some even rushed to the underground gambling palace.
Today, the name of Feng Ergou, the descendant of the demon sword, will surely shake the capital of God.