The pioneering forest sea was too close to the Four Mountains, and the Four Mountains were a small and unheard-of world. Countless swords were set off between the heaven and the earth, forming a cage to imprison Fan Yi, the throne of the north, here.
I laughed: "You deserve it, let him talk dirty."
At this moment, with the sound of flapping wings, a royal flying eagle knight fell from the sky, cupped his fists and said: "Your Majesty, there is a conflict at the ancestral temple, and Prime Minister Lin asked me to ask your Majesty to go back!"
On the throne, although Fan Yi still had a smile on his face, his expression had changed and his smile was frozen. Feng Wuwen's words hit the mark. Fan Yi was a scholar with deep obsessions in his heart, so he finally left. He has reached the stage of deceiving his master and destroying his ancestors, but Fan Yi is still a human being, not a dead man with a withered body. No one knows how far his obsession can take him. An unheard curse without any curse words, which one? The words did not fall on Fan Yi's heart.
Feng Buwen looked up into the air and said with a smile: "Disgusting people do have a skill, and they are really good at understanding people's hearts, but you don't have to instigate between me and King Xiaoyao. I, Feng Buwen, am not that stupid." , King Xiaoyao is not stupid, if you want to forcefully plant a demon in King Xiaoyao’s heart due to my unfaithfulness and Miss Zhenxin, then don’t waste your efforts.”
"You said you."
Beside him, the golden light swirled and turned into two figures in the blink of an eye. One was Xiyue Mountain Lord Feng Wenwen, who was dressed in white. Next to him was the Xiyue Mountain Sword-holding female official Zhenxin, who was holding a white jade sword.
"Uh-huh!"
I stood on the spot and looked at the sky. Good guy, besides Senior Sister Yun, Fan Yi should be the person closest to the Ascension Realm in the world. With the blessing of the throne, in fact, the strength of Fan Yi's sword is already comparable to that of the Ascension Realm. It is better than ordinary Ascension Realm sword cultivators, and Feng Wuwen is sitting on the mountain atmosphere of Xiyue. In addition, he is now the leader of the Four Mountains, and the luck of the other three mountains is at his fingertips. Therefore, even though Feng Wuwen is on Beiyue Li Mountain, he can still Exhibiting about 80% of his peak strength and 80% of the power of the Four Mountains, he is still on par with the Ascension Realm, even better than Fan Yiyuran.
"Fan Yi."
"Shua~~~"
I shouted low, and along with my anger, an abyss mace appeared behind me, extremely majestic.
I stood there, my mind agitated.
"Tsk, tsk, you're swearing, aren't you?"
"Feng Wenwen, it seems that you, the Xiyue Mountain King, are doing too well. Take the sword!"
The old man laughed and stroked his beard and said: "It has always been like this. With Feng Xiang around, my old bones can feel much more relaxed."
…
In an instant, more than ten swords were handed out in succession, and there was a rumble between heaven and earth.
Feng Buwen looked at me with a smile: "His Royal Highness is now the lord of a country and the Great Liuhuo Emperor of heaven and earth. If you live with guilt, it will be too tiring. Now I, Feng Buwen, am the king of Xiyue Mountain and have a beautiful woman." I am already satisfied, Your Highness might as well take a look at Fan Yi, the Throne in front of you who is very good at disgusting people, what else does he have?"
Senior Sister Yun's voice floated over: "It's just a little effort."
Feng Buwen chuckled: "Just now, when Lin Hai rescued Fan Yi, he was close to manifesting his true form, but that true form was obliterated by Master Yunyue's sword. If nothing else, Lin Hai's strength was at least cut off. Half percent, this half percent... is enough to keep Fan Yi in confinement for a period of time."
"You are so brave!"
Fan Yi fought from left to right, and the throne began to crack, but he still couldn't escape.
Feng Buwen chuckled: "Don't be too obsessed with the matter of the Double Bead Sword. Girl Zhenxin and I have now become golden bodies and become legendary gods. Our mortal bodies have long since fallen off, so the Double Bead Sword is just a The Double Bead Sword, please don’t force it, Your Highness.”
Feng Buwen cupped his hands in the direction of Longyu, then turned to look at me and said with a smile: "Feng Buwen's death really has nothing to do with His Highness, and there is no need to have any inner demons. As for Fan Yi, I want to give it to Your Highness this time. He has inner demons, but he doesn’t want to steal the chicken but lose the rice. Instead, he is almost trapped in Beiyue. Huh, even the sword of Ascension Realm Sword Cultivator Filtuna can be received in the four mountains of Xuanyuan Empire, let alone he is a quasi-god. Realm Throne?”
In the air, suddenly a big gray hand fell from the sky, with a strict appearance. The moment it fell, all five fingers turned into extremely powerful swords, and "puffy" crushed all the green scroll mountain atmosphere condensed by Feng Buwen, almost instantly Fan Yi was rescued, but Feng Buwen pressed his backhand, and wisps of golden text in the air, wrapped in the mountain atmosphere, suddenly landed on the back of the big gray hand, making it impossible to pull away in a short time.
Fan Yi leaned slantedly on the throne, with a pair of leering eyes and a sneer: "The majestic Liuhuo Emperor, the junior brother of the world leader Jing Yunyue, Xuanyuan Ying died, all your plans emerged one by one, it can be said that you have achieved success, but Such a man who dominates the world cannot even protect his close friends, and goes to Yunxi Province to die without hearing anything about it. How could you not notice it at all with your shrewdness like Qiyue Liuhuo?"
It is really fatal for scholars to curse others.
…
I frowned, but I didn’t know what I was doing. Is it the emperor’s daily task? Logically speaking, it shouldn't be about fighting for favor in the harem. It's really heartbreaking and annoying for me to be the emperor.
…
He turned around to look at me and said with a smile: "Feng Buwen is bent on dying to attain enlightenment. What does it have to do with Qiyuehuo?"
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"Fan Yi!"
"Feng Buwen, you want to kill me?!"
Senior Sister Yun and Feng Buwen teamed up, but still failed to save Fan Yi. After all, the person who came to rescue was Lin Hai. That arrogant aura was too familiar. Lin Hai was the only one in the world who had it.
I nodded: "If there is a chance, I will destroy the Double Pearl Sword. If there is no chance, I will forcefully create this opportunity. Please don't worry, Feng Xiang."
I nodded.
He shook his folding fan and said with a smile: "Emperor Liuhuo is half a scholar, and he is not a martial artist. It is wrong to curse people. The principles of us scholars should be spoken out with our mouths. The reason why you are so angry in July, Liuhuo, is also Just because I was right, half of Feng Wuwen's death was your instruction. As for the true death, hum... Will you, Qiyue Liuhuo, take such a small character in the Dragon Realm to your heart?"
A ray of sword light came from the north. After the sword light, densely packed golden characters were trailed. Fan Yi's first sword had already used at least 70% of his strength. The fourth-ranked throne had a sword with 70% of its strength. , one can imagine how strong it is.
Fan Yi shouted angrily, his body filled with the aura of the throne.
He sneered: "Maybe I have noticed something, but I just want to let Feng Wenwen die. After all, what can a Qing in Bai compare to the energy of the entire human race? On the chessboard, Qing in Bai is only one of yours after all. It's just a chess piece, and your so-called anger and unwillingness are just to cover up your inner guilt, right?"
"knew."
"Why bother?"
I surrender to the west.
"laugh!"
Feng Buwen looked at Fan Yi and said with a smile: "The villain is disobedient. He deceives his teachers and destroys his ancestors. So what if he gets half of the world's literary fortune? He is just a dog next to Lin Hai. He is alone and has friends by his side. But Is there a beautiful woman? As a scholar, even my spine has been trampled on. If it’s not a dog, it’s nothing. Oh, if it’s half literary, it’s just a dog that can read and write articles. It’s still a dog.”
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"I won't send you far."
The two scholars asked the sword, but the situation was not dark. When Feng Wenwen handed out the third sword, Fan Yi took it with great difficulty. He changed from the sword questioner to the sword receiver, and the throne was awe-inspiring. It was continuously cracked by Feng Wuwen's sword light, and under Feng Wuwen's continuous sword strikes, wisps of blue text slowly rose up in the pioneering forest, turning into giant mountains. Unknowingly, He actually "protected" Fan Yi's throne in it, like a cage.
Fan Yi stood up suddenly, put away the folding fan, and picked up the double-beaded sword with one hand. He was anxious. He originally just came here to disgust people and plant a demon in my quasi-god realm, but he didn't expect to be resolved by Feng Buwen in a few words. Instead, it aroused the inner demon deep in his heart. No matter how high he stood, what was the point of being alone? Therefore, Fan Yi, who originally had no intention of asking about swords, became anxious and wanted to start asking about swords.
A ray of sword light came from the west, smashing the entire gray hand. At the same time, Fan Yi transformed into a stream of light, carrying the scattered destiny of the throne and heading north, which could no longer be stopped.
My scalp is numb, we white-clothed ministers are so disgusting!
After watching the wind go unnoticed and my sincerity turning into a mountain and water luck, speeding towards Huashan, I turned around and sat on a rock, looked at Guan Yang holding a sword beside me, and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhen Yang, do you feel old?" ?”
I looked at the north: "This time, Fan Yi should have a pot of food when he goes back, right?"
I frowned and stood still without moving. In fact, the half-step ascending energy in my body was already surging like a tidal wave.
But Feng Wenwen has long since changed. He raised his hand and took the white jade sword from Zhenxin's hand. He slashed through the sky with the sword. In addition to the rich mountain atmosphere, the sword light also dragged wisps of blue text. , accompanied by a loud roaring sound, two sword lights collided in the air, and each other's sword energy strangled each other, forming a huge chaotic sword energy light ball in the air.
"how?"
Fan Yi was stunned, sat firmly on the throne, shook his folding fan, and said with a smile: "It's not surprising. No wonder you, Qiyue Liuhuo, were able to enter the quasi-god realm so quickly, but... being able to refine the abyss mace is also It really proves that you...can't be kept!"
"It must be so."
He gently cupped his hands and said, "In that case, I won't worry about it anymore if I don't hear about it, and I'll leave."
"Ancestral temple?"
Feng Buwen, with his majestic mountain aura, stood between heaven and earth like a mainstay. He smiled and said: "You, Fan Yi, can kill Feng Buwen. How can Feng Buwen not kill you, Fan Yi? Could it be that you, Fan Yi, are the only one in the world who is destined by fate?" Return, and the rest of the people are just passers-by?”
I looked up at Fan Yi's throne and gritted my teeth: "Fuck you!"
"Abyss Mace?"
"Thank you, senior sister!"
I glanced at the double-bead sword leaning sideways on the side of the throne. The heads of Feng Buwen and Zhenxin were cast into the sword. I couldn't help but feel heavy in my heart and said, "I'm sorry, Feng Xiang."