Uncrowned Evil Emperor

The two masters killed three in and three out in front of the cave. The speed was so fast that it was creepy.

Once the battle has started, there is no possibility of giving up. These two people are fighting each other happily, and everyone around is also watching with brilliance and unsatisfied interest.

Seeing Zhu Yu being forced back by Feng Jueyu's Zique Changfeng, everyone around praised him.

Mao Li looked at Feng Jueyu in disbelief, his pupils contracted a few times, and he was shocked and said: "Good swordsmanship, this is a spiritual technique."

Everyone whispered to each other, Su Changhe twirled his beard and said in amazement: "Where did this Feng Jueyu come from? I have never heard of it before. He is proficient in the use of spiritual methods, and his internal strength is not low. He is indeed a genius. "

"That's right, I heard brother Yan Gu mention before that this person is no more than thirty years old, and it's really unbelievable that he has such a good cultivation."

"Not yet thirty?" Everyone gasped.

It should be noted that whoever is eligible to participate in the battle for the spiritual cave is not an old monster who has cultivated for at least a hundred years. It is extremely normal to reach two hundred years old. In their eyes, a hundred years old is like a kid, so how can they get into their eyes.

But today they have gained some insight. It is simply impossible for a master of the divine way who is less than thirty to have three or more self-cultivation spiritual powers.

Su Changhe glanced around, and said with great interest: "Everyone, who do you think is likely to be more skilled today?"

Everyone heard the words, first looked at each other in blank dismay, and then bowed their heads. I have to say that today's round really has no way to compare. sense.

It's a pity that Feng Jueyu's strength is really a bit chewy. After a serious analysis, I really dare not say whether he can get away with it.

At this time, Sheng Junqian spoke, he smiled and said: "Back to Elder Su, this disciple thinks that Bilandong has a better chance of winning."

"En." It seemed that Sheng Junqian's answer satisfied Su Changhe, and he nodded approvingly. Su Changhe looked at Wu Qiluo.

But this time, Wu Qiluo didn't speak at all, she frowned, turned a blind eye to Su Changhe's question, and watched the battle that had already started again with incomparable concentration.

Seeing that Wu Qiluo didn't speak, Su Changhe coughed twice in embarrassment, and didn't ask any more questions. After all, he knew this young and promising female disciple with stubborn illnesses. Her personality...is really helpless very.

After sighing and discussing for a while, everyone turned their eyes to the entrance of Lingjin Cave. At this time, Feng Jueyu and Zhu Yu had nothing to say, and they were fighting in full swing.

In the blink of an eye, more than a hundred moves passed, and Zhu Yu was terrified. He had been observing Feng Jueyu, from the cultivation of internal strength, the cultivation of spiritual power, and even the judgment of martial arts moves. Zhu Yu found that the kid in front of him was not that young A shy young man, his martial arts are actually in the Mahayana, not only proficient, but also very keen. Many moves are used at will, but it makes people feel in a dilemma and at a loss.

Could it be that there really are so-called astonishing geniuses in the world?

Even if this kid started to cultivate after being born in the womb, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to reach the level he is now, right?

Sweeping across the enthusiastic spectators, Zhu Yu's self-esteem was frustrated, and he handed the Chenggang Sword to his right hand with a suffocation in his heart, and slipped his left index finger on the blade so that a line of blood spattered out. It's very strange, although it is as red as ordinary people, it exudes a sour smell, although it can't be said to smell bad, it doesn't smell very good either.

The key point is that the blood drops slid down the sword body, and adhered to it like glue along the smooth and streamlined sword body. There was not even a single bit of waste, but completely stuck to the sword body. After a while, it was caught by the Chenggang sword. absorbed it.

Only now did Feng Jueyu see that there were many fine grains and needle-like holes on the Chenggang sword, and the silvery white sword slowly emitted a green light due to the infusion of blood, as if it had been poisoned.

"Bi Xin Poison Art?"

I don't know who yelled in the distance, at least dozens of practitioners stood up one after another, Feng Jueyu looked at his eyes, and immediately realized that Zhu Yu was going to use his trump card, he jumped away quickly, swinging his long hair Jian watched the changes quietly.

Zhu Yu didn't talk nonsense. After injecting blood into the sword body, he shook it casually. His whole body was full of green light, and even his head changed from an ordinary human head to a toad head with two big round eyes. When the oversized eyeballs turn, there is no dead angle in all directions in 360 degrees.

"quack"

The strange cry of the blue toad came from the bottom of the throat, and the whole mountain began to shake, and invisible air currents rippled away from Zhu Yu as the center, blowing the fallen leaves and dust around.

At this moment, Feng Jueyu noticed that Zhu Yu's aura was constantly growing, and his spiritual power was also much stronger.

Feng Jueyu didn't dare to be careless, the spirit of Wansha ran like a dragon in his veins, forcing himself to use his spiritual power to turn into wind and sand. In a moment, Zhu Yu jumped forward, and the Chenggang sword came down with a green light Come.

Feng Jueyu dodged sideways, and before he could fight back, he smelled a stench, and immediately became dizzy, calling secretly that the poison was powerful.

It seems that Zhu Yu didn't show his real strength at all before, but now he is in a hurry, and he has used the poison tactic. This so-called Bixin poison tactic can even use poisonous gas to interfere with his moves. It is really not easy what.

Thinking of this, Feng Jueyu slid across the ground with his short body, involuntarily called out a ray of spiritual energy from the Hong Yuan space to protect the meridians, held his breath and moved the sword, the sword walked like a snake, and met Zhu Yu in a tricky manner. long sword.

With a bang, the two separated immediately, Feng Jueyu, who had previously had the upper hand, retreated a few steps away, while Zhu Yu just swayed and took a step back, and made a judgment.

"What a poison formula."

Feng Jueyu frowned and moved his feet continuously, the fire energy around his body skyrocketed infinitely, taking advantage of the opportunity to retreat to reorganize his moves and martial arts, and forced him over again.

"Well done, Feng Jueyu, it's really good for you to fight this old man for more than three hundred moves at the age of Zhuzi. Even if you are dead today, it is not a loss to force this old man to use Bixin Poison Art, hehe."

Zhu Yu was extremely heroic, confidently handed out the long sword, and spat out vigorously. The heaviness of the Chenggang sword directly made Feng Jueyu's wrist numb. This time, Feng Jueyu's throat was sweet and he almost vomited blood.

Not only that, after several moves in a row, the surrounding air was filled with an unpleasant smell of poison, which didn't explode at the beginning, and gradually became extremely stench, which was really difficult to deal with. The reason why Feng Jueyu fell in The downwind is mostly due to the poisonous gas.

He was terrified, and kept running, while dodging Zhu Yu's fierce sword force, while thinking hard about a good strategy.

Zhiwucai was on par with Zhu Jiu, but it can be seen that Zhu Jiu's strength is still somewhat different from Zhiwucai's. less than decisive.

Little by little, Feng Jueyu fell into the ice cellar. Although the aura of life can protect his heart from the invasion of poisonous gas, it will be difficult to say after a long time. After all, Zhu Yushi is a kind of From the inside to the outside, there is a killer weapon that can cause great harm, and I should not always hide in the ground and choose to escape.

After dozens of tricks like this, Feng Jueyu suddenly thought of a way when he was about to be dazed by the poisonous gas.

"Dream Marriage Secret?"

Feng Jueyu slapped his forehead, thinking to himself how he had forgotten this big killer, Qing Yang and Tao Fu's source of spiritual power and divine power brought him an extremely powerful spiritual sense martial skill, that is Marrying Dream Jue.

With this in mind, Feng Jueyu stopped thinking about it. This was the first time he had used this spiritual method, and he didn't know how effective it would be.

Thinking of this, Feng Jueyu curled the corner of his mouth sinisterly, bent his waist and raised his sword to kill.

"Come again? Hmph, I don't know how to live or die." Contempt flashed in Zhu Yu's eyes, and at the same time, he swung his long sword into a sword wheel. The trump card of Bixin Poison Art lies in the offensive of poisonous gas. It will become the fish on the chopping board, so it will be sure to win, and when the Chenggang sword cuts the opponent's skin, it will cause more powerful damage, which is very vicious.

Zhu Yu has sufficient confidence in his own poisonous art. You must know that even Ruan Du of Wuyun Cave followed his own way and died unexpectedly, let alone a young boy.

Just when Zhu Yu felt that the winning ticket was in his hands, the two approached instantly, and at this moment, Feng Jueyu suddenly hit the Chenggang sword with his toe and jumped up high, the moment he passed Zhu Yu's head, An invisible spiritual force wrapped Zhu Yu up.

The next moment, Zhu Yu seemed to have fallen into an endless abyss, surrounded by intertwined old trees, the world in front of him changed drastically, pieces of weeds full of thorns spread for dozens of miles, these plants were extremely Sharp, and all became active, as the cold wind swept past, countless vine knots entangled towards Zhu Yu.

Zhu Yu was stunned, how could he sit on the ground and wait for death, repeatedly waving the Chenggang sword to cut the weird vines into sections, but those vines are endless, no matter how much he expends his spiritual power, he can't cut them all After a while, Zhu Yulei was sweating profusely, but Feng Jueyu had disappeared.

where is this?

Zhu Yu's heart twitched, and he couldn't help being furious. He frantically flew back and forth among the thorns, desperately looking for Feng Jueyu's whereabouts.

His loss of consciousness and madness took place in a world full of thorns, but outside the dream, what everyone saw was the scene of Zhu Yu slashing wildly with a Chenggang sword, which made everyone extremely puzzled. Secretly thinking, is this old guy crazy?How could there be no tricks in the fight, Feng Jueyu was always behind him?