One person above Qing Huang Ting

Looking at the sharp-edged golden light curse attached to Hu Xiuwu's body, Tian Jinzhong was very moved, and recalled the past years:

"This sharp golden light is really in the style of that big-eared thief. Xiuwu has learned the Huaiyi Golden Light Curse to ten percent."

Zhang Zhiwei smiled and said, "After all, he is Huai Yi's apprentice."

Tian Jinzhong suddenly became curious, looked up at Zhang Zhiwei, and gossiped: "By the way, you and Huai Yi were fighting late at night, who won. You went down the mountain the next day, and the master didn't let us go to the court." Huai Yi asked about the result of that competition."

Lu Jin, who was standing beside Zhang Zhiwei, said with a smile: "Hahaha, I heard that someone on Longhu Mountain defeated the old heavenly master back then. I was still wondering who it was, so it was Zhang Huaiyi?"

Zhang Zhiwei laughed loudly: "It's all rumors, how could that kid win me over."

In the stands, only these three were still in the mood to joke. The rest of them, even if they were ten guys, were all focused on watching the battle below. It was their peers who shook the heavens and the earth with their hands, and the ones who rushed to the heavens.

inside the arena,

A cold and ominous evil spirit radiated from Feng Xingtong's body. He made the evil spirit condense on his fingertips, and his hands seemed to have turned into the fangs of a monster python. Han Gufeng's huge sword Qi.

The sword qi scattered in all directions, but the golden sword behind the sword qi remained undiminished and majestic.

The broadsword transformed from a wooden broom resembles Guan Yu's Yanyue Dao. Hu Xiuwu wields it with the heavy saber technique of Youyue swordsmanship. The wrist of his right hand is turned over, the shaft is forwarded, the tail of the shaft is held with his left hand, and the tail of the shaft is held with his right hand at the same position. Forward, push down the blade that was originally raised.

The slash with a heavy knife is like a star falling from a mountain, carrying a mighty force, slashing towards Fengxingtong.

Feng Xingtong crossed his hands to protect his head, and the evil spirit on his forearm condensed into fine snake scales to strengthen his defense.

The golden long knife brushed across the snake scales, and the snake scales were chopped into pieces rustlingly, dissipating a demonic aura, as if a hot knife had been scratched on a block of ink.

Feng Xingtong fell back to the ground as if being crushed by a high tower. The demon python that was about to leap into the sky was pushed back to the ground, and was repelled by the remaining force of the sword.

Feng Xingtong's feet plowed two ditches more than ten meters long on the ground before he let go of the momentum and stopped.

Feng Xingtong's feet were deep in the mud, his arms were trembling uncontrollably, his forearms were obviously red and swollen, he was panting heavily, and there was still cold sweat on his face from the shock:

"That's right, I can't hold on with just one move? Although I already knew that I am not Hu Xiuwu's opponent, the gap is too big."

"Hmph, little Xiuwu has practiced the Huang Ting Jing since childhood. When it comes to the strength of life, I am afraid that even the Taoist priests of the Quanzhen Longmen in your generation are not his opponents. No, there is no one in the previous generation. opponent."

Liu Kunsheng's voice rang in Feng Xingtong's mind.

Feng Xingtong said tentatively: "Lian, aren't you an opponent, Mr. Lian Liu?"

Liu Kunsheng snorted coldly, and said proudly: "In this world, no one is my opponent in terms of cultivation base, but you are not my disciple after all, and there is no way to display my true strength unless you lend me your body. I can..."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Xingtong said decisively without any hesitation: "Okay! Then I will temporarily lend my body to Uncle Liu."

Such a decisive answer made Liu Kunsheng stunned for a moment, and then said in a deep tone: "Boy, do you dare to lend me your body? Don't think that your family's Juling dispatch will be omnipotent. After you hand over your body to me, I will If you want to leave, you can't stop it!"

Feng Xingtong said sincerely: "I know, but anyway, I can't beat Hu Xiuwu, why not take a gamble? Besides, with a strong enemy like Hu Xiuwu, don't Master Liu want to give it a try?"

After a moment of silence, Liu Kunsheng muttered, "The younger generation is more slippery than the other."

"Although I'm not happy with the spirit-detaining general, you really like me. Now that you've made up your mind, give your body to me and let me teach you how to fight!"

"it is good!"

After making up his mind, Feng Xingtong was also unambiguous, he would let go of the guardianship of the heart god, and guide Liu Kunsheng to his body by using the method of Liangshan asking the spirit to get on his body as recorded in the book "Jing Ling Dispatch".

Liu Kunsheng climbed up behind Feng Xingtong, and the loose evil spirit surrounded Feng Xingtong obediently like a ghost.

Feng Xingtong's pale eyes, the hallmark of a wizard, also turned into red-eyed demon pupils, and fine snake scales faintly appeared on his body.

In a short while, Feng Xingtong's aura was completely different, the youthful aura that was originally mixed with the evil aura was gone, only the unrestrained and boundless aura remained.

In the upper body of the fairy family, the demon king was born!
Hu Xiuwu held his sword in front of him, and asked tentatively, "Uncle Liu?"

'Feng Xingtong' twisted his neck, familiar with this strange body: "I have long wanted to try Xiao Xiuwu's method, and today is a good opportunity."

At the same time, Liu Kunsheng said silently in his heart: Come on, let me see how capable the Yin Lord cultivated by the supernatant is!

Hu Xiuwu guessed Feng Xingtong's plan, and exclaimed: "I didn't expect that Feng Xingtong looks a little weak on the outside, but he is very decisive inside."

This is the same as his father,
That person looks like a scholar, but in his heart he is a tolerant and wise hero Feng Zhenghao like Gou Jian, the king of Yue.

"Okay, stop the ink, let's do it!"

It's been a long time since I met a decent opponent, and I met the nemesis of Juling dispatched again. The 'Feng Xingtong' who held his breath couldn't wait to start the battle.

However, this time the sense of oppression he brought to Hu Xiuwu was completely different.

Hu Xiuwu held the pole with his right hand up to the tip of his eyebrows, and held it in the middle with his left hand. The head of the Jinguang Yanyue Saber hung in front of his body, and he waited for work with ease with the dripping momentum of attacking and defending in the spear.

'Feng Xingtong' swung his right hand, so fast and so fast that his arm seemed to have no bones, and he threw out a round curve.

The evil spirit condensed on it like a long whip, and like a snake's tail, tearing out the screaming wind, blasting towards Hu Xiuwu with the power of breaking mountains and rivers.

Great Mang Snake Divine Art · Python Whip.

When the python whip came, Hu Xiuwu didn't dare to be careless, and immediately raised his long knife to stop the whip of 'Fengxingtong'.

The whip of 'Feng Xingtong' was stopped by the blade, but Hu Xiuwu felt a force coming from Feng Xingtong's hand.

It was as if a giant python had been wrapped around the knife, and it was constantly shrinking its body, twisting around the golden light on the broom, trying to smash it into pieces.

Da Mang Snake Divine Art · Snake twisting power.

The snake's twisting force squeezed the golden light into several spiral traces, seeing that the golden light mantra was difficult to maintain under the snake's twisting force, and it was about to fall apart.

The golden light suddenly became harder, and it actually held up the entanglement of 'Feng Xing Tong'.

'Fengxingtong' looked directly at Hu Xiuwu with great interest: "Oh, you have finally shown your true skills."

Hu Xiuwu on the opposite side was no longer as relaxed and freehand as he was at the beginning, with a strong fighting spirit in his eyes.

Transform his fighting spirit into the crimson three corpse qi, transform it into strength, flow under the golden light, and bless the golden light.

Zhongzheng's peaceful Jin Guang also became domineering under the influence of the three corpses.

Hu Xiuwu holds the shaft in his hand and pushes the 'Feng Xing Tong' open with all his strength. Three sword qis are stimulated from the blade at the same time, intertwined with each other, and fly towards the 'Feng Xing Tong' with stronger cutting and penetrating power.

At the same time, the blade that originally resembled the Yanyue Knife was deformed again, with three points and two blades growing out.

The two of them didn't hold back their hands, they went all out, and the remaining energy lost during the fight could no longer be controlled.

For a moment, the ground was cracked, the walls were shattered, and deep pits appeared on the ground from time to time.

Naturally, the auditorium was inevitably affected by the aftermath. Several Youyue sword qi slashed towards 'Feng Xingtong' but he avoided it. The sword qi followed the original trajectory and flew towards the auditorium.

Rong Shan, the referee of this match, immediately flew forward, rushed in front of Jian Qi, propped up the golden light, and prevented the audience from being accidentally injured.

not good!I can't stop this sword qi!
As soon as the sword qi was blocked by the golden light, Rong Shan thought something was wrong, these few sword qi were far tougher and sharper than he imagined.

After being blocked by his golden light, the sword qi still did not dissipate. Instead, it kept cutting his golden light, trying to move forward. He had already used the golden light curse to the extreme, but he still couldn't stop the sword qi from advancing.

This shows that his Rongshan cultivation is far inferior to Hu Xiuwu.

He has practiced for more than forty years, and he couldn't stop the sword qi of a junior who was almost the same age as his junior brother.

A sense of dejection suddenly rose in Rong Shan's heart, and he suddenly understood the powerlessness of a foreigner who was in the same generation as the Celestial Master.

That kind of fault-like strength can't even raise the confidence to catch up.

Just when the golden light of Rongshan was about to be torn apart by the sword qi, several thin ropes condensed by the golden light rushed over from the side like a spirit snake, and easily pulled the several sword qi away.

Rong Shan breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately recognized the origin of the familiar golden light,
That is the golden light curse of the old heavenly master.