Uncrowned Evil Emperor

An old man with white hair and white beard walked out of the low-lying valley, with a mocking smile on his face, stepping on the wet ground under his feet, without leaving half a footprint, his body seemed to be floating close to the ground, floating slowly, A faint wave of true essence unnaturally radiated from his body.

The crimson blood color quickly spread at the bottom of the valley, and with the appearance of the old man, seven more sixty old men walked out slowly, and surrounded by Feng Jueyu were 36 people with superb cultivation, who had already reached The blood-robed sword cultivator around the end of Shengdan.

Looking at the extremely powerful battle, Feng Jueyu felt a slight chill in his heart. This may be the representative of all the forces of the blood race. There are 36 Shengdan peaks, eight masters who have entered the realm of consciousness, and one or two of them have already passed away. Approaching or even reaching the seventh level of consciousness, Mei Shangyou has done a great job.

Seeing the appearance of Lu Wenpei and others, Feng Jueyu frowned involuntarily. Although he has made great progress in Bowang Mountain in the past two years, he is not arrogant to the point of supercilious. They also came here with the purpose of inquiring about reality. First, all 72 blood guards had entered the cultivation base of Shengdan state, and then the 36 blood guards in front of them, and then they saw Lu Wenpei and other blood pool elders. Yu knew that destroying the blood race would not be something that could be done in a short time.

Not to mention the battle with the Nine-Eyed Blood Tarantula just now, Feng Jueyu didn't think he could easily take down Lu Wenpei and the others even if his condition remained at his peak.

Different from Zhou Nanjing, Tie Wuye and Gong Heng's cultivation level is high, but there is a big gap with the blood clan in terms of martial arts, martial arts, and panacea. Otherwise, how can they be included in the Twelve Royal Families, but Zhou Nanjing People call it an outlying, barren land.

The thousands of years of inheritance of the twelve royal families is the capital for them to stand in the grand world without any competition.

Even so, Killer Feng remained as calm as ever in his heart, his brows lightly swept across the group of old people walking slowly from the low-lying valley entrance, his star-like shining pupils shrank faintly, as deep as a ten thousand year cold pool. Bottomless.

Lu Wenpei looked at him. Although he had boasted before Jin Yuanzhong, he was cautious about this guy who dared to go to the blood clan to make trouble. At this moment, he showed his composure lightly. Looking at Feng Jueyu from head to toe, the corners of his eyes twitched unnaturally.Secretly surprised in my heart: This person has a long breath, a calm expression, and stands still in the face of 36 blood servants. Could it be that he really has some extraordinary skills?

The blood god in the Blood Vault Temple is just a legend among the blood clan. Except for Mei Shangyou and Fan Yiliu, basically no one knows what the blood god looks like and what kind of abilities he has. Even Lu Wenpei, He is not qualified to enter Yiguan, so even if Feng Jueyu walked into the forbidden area and came out unscathed, he didn't find it strange, but he didn't believe the rumors of the blood god even more, but Feng Jueyu's calmness made him be more careful stand up.

It must be known that the aura of a master will unnaturally produce an inexplicable pressure on his body as his consciousness improves. This person has no fear in front of 36 Blood Warriors, and he did not show any shock when he saw the Eight Elders in the Blood Pool His look, there must be some real skills under his hands.

Jin Yuanzhong was not present, Lu Wenpei seemed to be aloof, approached in this way, observed carefully, looked carefully, paused slightly, and jokingly said: "Your Excellency broke into Xuecang Mountain and broke ten of my blood clan in a row. Lu admires five caves and seven pools, and there are not many people as bold as you in this grand plan, so you must be someone who is not unknown, but don't you know your name?"

Although what Lu Wenpei said was polite, the seven elders of Xuechi had already surrounded him during this process, forming a second encirclement circle, and the 36 blood servants were on the outside. Such a careful layout made Feng Jueyu smile slightly .

"Tell you my name, will you let me go?"

"Of course not." Lu Wenpei replied with a smile.

Feng Jueyu chuckled: "Then what's the use if I say it or not?"

"Haha..." Feng Jueyu's words made Lu Wenpei laugh out loud, he nodded slightly in approval, and exclaimed: "Looking at your young age, you are quite courageous, well, your cultivation is not bad, It's a pity, if you hadn't broken the seven pools of my blood family and brought huge losses to our family, I would have thought of accepting you as a closed disciple."

Listening to Lu Wenpei chatting there, Feng Jueyu almost laughed out loud, this old guy was so proud, he thought he was quite amazing, and the seven blood pools were all destroyed by him, he still wanted to It seems that the blood pool is not that important in the hearts of the blood clansmen.

Feng Jueyu was not in the mood to chat with Lu Wenpei here, put one hand behind his back, smiled and replied with a hint of disdain: "Hehe, thank you for your kindness, senior, I don't need Master for the time being."

Lu Wenpei didn't just talk nonsense, he was indeed very angry when he heard that there was a big disturbance in Xue Cangshan, but now it seems that this guy is not old enough to break the 72 Blood Sword Formation, and he is a martial artist Although the fifteen caves and seven pools were all destroyed by humans, it is not too bad to get a genius disciple, as long as he is allowed to serve the blood clan.

But as soon as Feng Jueyu refused, Lu Wenpei's fake smile turned cold immediately, he opened his mouth softly, and said coldly: "I'm shameless for you, then don't blame the old man for being ruthless, boy, I heard you broke Once you complete the 72 Blood Sword Formation, the old man will come to meet you."

After all, Lu Wenpei is not a reckless person. Feng Jueyu could break the blood sword formation by himself, and his cultivation must be above the level of consciousness transformation, and it is not low. Lu Wenpei had expected this , and it is true that he led people around the exit of the temple for a long time, Lu Wenpei did not want to let the outside world know for the time being that the blood clan used the method of bullying few people to deal with Feng Jueyu, the villain who destroyed fifteen caves and seven pools , Lu Wenpei drew out the long sword on his waist, thinking of the prestige of the blood clan.

After this battle, Feng Jueyu realized why most of the weapons used by blood clansmen were blood red. Bloody look.

It's like Lu Wenpei took out this long sword, five feet long and short, with a cold light on the blade, and a halo of blood attached to the surface, exuding a soft and bloody smell, the light of the halo of blood rising and fading, flickering faintly, holding a It's a good blade, and the moment Lu Wenpei drew out the long sword, there was a faint sneering sound of being torn apart in the air, indicating that the grade had at least reached the Black Flame level, otherwise it wouldn't be so sharp.

In fact, Feng Jueyu was also wondering what kind of identity this old man played in the blood clan, and he was actually equipped with such a high-end sword.

He was thinking on this side, but Lu Wenpei had already set up a posture on the other side. With a light swing of the long sword, the tip of the sword pointed obliquely at the ground. With a soft buzzing sound, the ground pointed by the sword tip was quickly evaporated by the true essence, and a small pit appeared like this. There was a small cyclone generated by the surge of true energy between the sword tip and the pit on the ground. , with a sonic boom tearing the air, chi chi ringing non-stop.

"What a sharp blade." Feng Jueyu smiled slightly, and immediately praised without hesitation, then raised his eyes to Lu Wenpei: "What a profound cultivation."

Lu Wenpei smiled complacently, and said insincerely self-deprecating: "I dare not say so deeply, but it is more than enough to deal with juniors like you. Xuechi Lu Wenpei, I will teach you how to do it."

Lu Wenpei put down his words, his body floated up like a feather, leaped three feet, and his sword slowly swung away.

At first, the sword movement was still very slow, but Feng Jueyu immediately discovered that as the slow sword movement spread, hundreds of palms holding the sword appeared on Lu Wenpei's shoulders, and each sword was in the same style. Absolutely wonderful sword moves, swinging the sword with a hundred hands, the dense sky sword net suddenly appeared, the true energy traveled along the meridians, and faintly flashed the bright red halo...

"This sword technique is no worse than Shaxue 63." Feng Jueyu's heart trembled slightly, his eyes brightened.

Martial infatuation is the obsession suddenly shown by martial arts practitioners when they see wonderful martial arts skills. They are talking about Feng Jueyu. He learned the Shaxue 63 style and a few tricks of the Blood Dropping God from the blood jade figure in the Honghe Blood Pendant. Sword, Feng Jueyu became inexplicably interested in the grand picture martial arts because of the right time, and seeing the shadow of the hundred-handed sword spreading wide open and closed, he was suddenly a little reluctant to break Lu Wenpei's swordsmanship .

shhhhhh...

Seeing the sword net above his head sprinkled all over the sky, Feng Jueyu flew sideways, and swam quickly close to the ground. Interested in spying on the characteristics of this wonderful sword technique, Feng Jueyu didn't take out the Zique Sword immediately, and looked at the The impenetrable sword net, looking for gaps, dodges with all its strength...

The sword light slashed past his cheeks, shoulders, backs of hands, back of the heart, and the side of his legs, agitating the four-layer spirit armor and twisting it. The power of this sword technique is really extraordinary. It was also continuously perfected under the catalysis of the Manyou God Flame, but it still couldn't resist the fierceness of the sword. It seems that the blood race is different from Zhou Nanjing.

Feng Jueyu got more and more experienced, and Feng Jueyu became more comfortable. He was already suitable for the desperate style of fighting, and his adaptability was extremely strong. After dozens of moves, he insisted on not using the Zique sword, and it became more and more relaxed.

Even so, the others couldn't feel Feng Jueyu's ease at all, because Lu Wenpei's sword was too fast, and covered an extremely wide range. Seeing Feng Jueyu's figure like a lone boat swaying in the wind and rain on the sea, the Seven Elders of Xuechi felt a little relieved, thinking that it's a good thing that this person is not as powerful as Mei Shenghuang, Otherwise, today's face will be a big loss.

Thinking of this, the elders began to comment.

"Lu Shengzun's Hundred Hands Blood Sword is really extraordinary, and he has improved in the past two years."

"Well, if you continue to fight like this, you should not make a hundred moves, and that person will be defeated by Lu Shengzun's sword."

"..."

Several holy elders stopped and watched, consciously seeing the gap between the two, but at this moment, Lu Wenpei was already cursing in his heart.