Uncrowned Evil Emperor

Outside the Gongling Peak Valley, the roar of the gangster accompanied by rumbling thunder resounded one after another, winding for ten miles, hundreds of miles, thousands of miles... It was like a world-ending storm sweeping across the frail land. In the peak duel between the two masters of the world, Ning Yao and Ning Yao, Gong Lingfeng had already been razed to the ground. The speed is spreading crazily in all directions.

At this moment, the warriors of the two major factions of Zhou Nanjing and Wanyue Tiangong had already retreated more than ten miles away, and they were watching the progress of the battle with a kind of shock and horror.

The world of martial arts is extremely cruel, and love, resentment, and hatred are indispensable seasoning agents. However, in the martial arts outside Hongtu, no one has ever seen such a devastating scene. Seeing Feng Jueyu and Ning Yao Everyone couldn't help but feel shocked in their hearts. Could it be that their martial arts artistic conception is really far away from the peak?

Why is their strength so terrifying and powerful.

In the world where the wind is roaring and thunder is rolling, everything seems to have become silent except for the violent collision and collision...

No one will open their mouths to comment, because they cannot understand the nature of that powerful force;

No one uttered any more exclamations, because everything that happened in front of them was beyond the scope of their consciousness;

What people care about now is when this battle will end and in what way it will end, or, among them, who can be more skilled...

win the king...

Defeated Kou...

The outcome hangs in the balance between life and death...

"Wow!"

In the center of the steaming clouds and sea of ​​fire, another big wave rose more than ten feet high. The turbulent wave suddenly turned into a tsunami, and with the rumbling sound of the tide, it once again moved towards the fearless warrior with white wings of fire. shoot to...

This has been countless times of tsunamis, every time there will be an old woman in blue clothes chasing towards the current with a blue long sword in her hand, her face is full of murderous aura, just like the yaksha floating in the blue sea dragon palace. Coming out of the water, the long sleeves danced, and the shadows of swords were sprinkled, followed by the overwhelming rain of swords.

At this time, the deep wrinkles on the old woman's face were covered with fine traces of sweat. This subtlety just shows that the old woman has fallen into the brink of exhaustion...

Ning Yao's face was filled with indignation and shock. She had used the divine power of the water spirit method many times, and every time it was the inherited martial arts in that golden treasure, the power was boundless. According to a lonely small island in the boundless ocean, no matter how strong the wind and waves are, it cannot be submerged.

On the small island, there stands a fearless warrior.

This person is dressed in a white robe, elegant and graceful, facing the sky-shaking tsunami, he is as immovable as a mountain, holding a purple black flame-level long sword standing tall, with flaming white wings of fire on his back, even more powerful under his feet. It is a prairie fire that cannot be touched by floods within a radius of hundreds of meters...

Ning Yao suddenly had the illusion that even if she exerted all her skills, she could not shake his foundation, as if he was the only person in the world who was immortal...

At this time, the person's feet were deeply inserted into the sea of ​​fire, and the surging real fire continuously gushed out along with the slightly humming sword edge, condensing into sword glows made of white flames one after another, With the movement of the man's wrist, the sword light shot up into the sky, turning into a white stegosaurus, slashing back towards the sky-filled sword net...

"Ding... ding... ding..."

There were bursts of rapid and frequent clashes of metal and iron, and Ning Yao's sword network collapsed once again. This is already an unknown number of times. Feng Jueyu used the fusion of divine flame and sword intent to disintegrate Ning Yao An overwhelming offensive.

Xu Ningzhong, Long Yanliu and the others looked at Feng Jueyu who was in the boundless ocean in the sky, their eyes showed undisguised pride, even Zhang Yuanze and Yu Wenchen were like this.On the outskirts of the entire Hongtu Great World, no one can reassure them more than Feng Jueyu. All along, people in the Taixuan Continent and Zhounan Realm have felt that as long as Feng Jueyu is around, they will not be bullied by anyone , no matter how powerful the person is.

Today, that is the case.

Whether Xiang Donghe was strong or not, he finally committed suicide at the foot of Wanyue Tiangong Mountain;

Yin Congfu is not strong, because he just watched Feng Jueyu force his junior brother to death;

The current Ning Yao makes people feel even more unattainable, but even if it counts, when Feng Jueyu returns, he can still live in seclusion for nearly a hundred years with his original arrogant attitude. The top expert known as the incomparable genius stands outside the hinterland...

Suddenly, a ray of white light flashed across, and the place where Feng Jueyu was standing was empty. In the sky not far away, a ray of white light rushed decisively, crashing into the center of Ning Yao's tsunami...

Ning Yao, who was at the center of the tsunami, suddenly changed her face from resentment to shock. She didn't know how Feng Jueyu lost her trace from her spiritual consciousness and appeared in front of her strangely, but she could feel it. In an hour-long fight, Feng Jueyu had never used such power.

It seems that his strength has been improved a little bit in an instant.

Even if it was only a little bit, Ning Yao still felt that this was the last straw that overwhelmed her. It was because of this strange power that she had to lose.

In a panic, Ning Yao stomped her feet, causing water to splash everywhere, and the drops of sea dew and sweet spring shot up, comparable to sharp blades. She turned around slightly, and the cool sea breeze blew up, and then she sent her long sword, The thousands of sea dew and sweet springs suddenly attacked Feng Jueyu who was coming madly, trying to use thousands of water droplets as a battle to force the killer Feng back.

After all, Feng Jueyu's speed is too fast, faster than she imagined. During the whole fierce battle, this is the first time Feng Jueyu has shown a speed that can threaten her, and he can't see it. It is too clear how Feng Jueyu came here...

The white fire wings were violently inflamed, and a large heat wave swelled up. In the center of the fire wave, a long sword defied all stabs, and never deviated. At this moment, the handsome face behind the fire wave had a wicked smile, as if Laughing at Ning Yao's embarrassing obstruction.

"Are you kidding me, the speed of the Spirit of Ten Thousand Sands is something you can block as fast as you can? Suicide..."

Feng Jueyu's smile carried a distant hatred. In fact, after he saw Zhou Nanjing's crumbling walls and eyes full of weeds, he did not intend to let Ning Yao go back alive. After failing to solve Ning Yao, he secretly changed his mind.

Even if he didn't want to expose his second spiritual power, he had to.

The power of earth!

Among the five elements in the world, although water and fire are mutually nemesis, the greatest nemesis of water is earth. The spiritual power of the fusion of the spirit of ten thousand sands and the land of Nanyuan Chun, besides the effect of extreme speed, can also destroy water to the greatest extent. The magic power, his way of advancing is thanks to the power of the two earth-type spiritual powers.

In normal times, it should not be difficult for Ning Yao to see the spiritual power of the earth element with his eyesight, but in the course of the fierce battle, the wanton agitation of the spiritual power has long confused the aura of heaven and earth, and Feng Jueyu abruptly She has no way of noticing the power of the wind and sand, and even, she would never have imagined that someone can possess two spiritual powers...

The tip of the sword pointed far away, without deflecting, and rushed into the rain curtain of water droplets in the sky in an instant. The raging incandescent fire burned violently, steaming countless sea dew and sweet springs into water vapor, but when the power of the sword passed away Before Ning Yao came, she was happy when she suddenly saw a ring of wind and sand appearing on the tip of the sword.

Dozens of hundreds of grains of wind and sand spun wildly around the tip of the sword, turning into grains of rocks from other mountains, and the power of the sand and stones was extremely terrifying. Every time they rotated, the surrounding space was shaken. There was a sense of distortion, and in the next half breath, Ning Yao's heart seemed to fall into an abyss, because she saw that the wind and sand sword had passed through the barrier of the tsunami and rain, and came to her...

"puff!"

Shocked, Ning Yao turned around and wanted to run away, but it was too late, the sand was blown by the sound of the wind, and smashed through her seven-fold water spirit armor defense, and the point where the sword tip pointed was her In both eyes, grains of sand were mercilessly blown into them, and Ning Yao suddenly felt that her eyes were plunged into darkness.

The severe stinging pain was conveyed to the depths of the nerves with a little bit of scorching heat, making Ning Yao let out a horrifying scream...

"Ah..." A hoarse voice came out in the sky immediately, and the tsunami that covered the sky disappeared immediately, and the clear and clear sky was restored...

The disappearance of the divine power of the water spirit method changed everyone's expressions, and the oppressive atmosphere quickly disappeared without a trace...

Zhou Nanwu Dao was startled for a moment, and then burst into thunderous applause and shouts...

"Win, win, son won..."

"Ugh……"

At the same time as the thunderous shouts resounded, more than ten thousand warriors sighed in unison from the north of the peak. When everyone raised their heads again, a shocking scene appeared in front of them.

No one could see clearly how Ning Yao lost in the sudden change just now. After the fluctuation of spiritual power and divine power dissipated, when a blue figure fell from the sky at an extremely slow speed, people realized that Ning Yao was defeated. There were a few more scars on Yao's face. The most important thing was that Ning Yao, the Fairy of Danhua, was covering her eyes with her wrinkled hands, and traces of blood were flowing down the gap between her fingers.

Everyone was startled for a moment, then gasped, and when they turned their gazes to Feng Jueyu, they couldn't help but break out in cold sweat.

"This Feng Jueyu really keeps his word, Ning Yao's eyes are blind..."