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Feng Chenzi stopped killing, he turned sideways, turned his head, and looked at the two figures approaching from far away.

Xiao Nan roared loudly: "The Sect Master of Jianzong is here, who dares to be presumptuous?"

These words are no different from the best reassurance, which cheers up all the disciples of the Sword Sect. Everyone's eyes are focused on the suzerain who has disappeared for many years, and there is a look of excitement in their eyes.

"Thirteen Sect Masters!" Wang Cannian and Gong Yangjue saw the familiar figure, and their dry eyes became moist.

Yuan Futu was suspended in mid-air, his cold gaze scanned the surroundings, and he saw that the dead disciples, under the glacier-like face, concealed a raging anger that could not be quenched by the Yangtze River, so much so that the roots of their teeth were gnashing.

"Sword Thirteen?"

Although Feng Chenzi has never met the current suzerain of Tianxuan Sword Sect, he has already inquired about the situation of this sect before, so even Nangong Qiushui's retreat is counted, but at this moment he suddenly saw this long-lost person return here, And the blow just now was no small matter, so he couldn't help becoming cautious, and found that Xiaonan, who was originally stationed in the mine vein, had also appeared here, and immediately guessed something.

"You don't have to guess, Gong Liangqing has already been repelled by me, it's his fate that he didn't die by my hands." Yuan Futu's tone was as cold as ice.

"Oh?" Feng Chenzi's expression was still as calm as a breeze, and said: "It's a pity, I didn't expect that after all the calculations, one of the most critical factors was missed in the end."

Yuan Futu said: "Although my Tianxuan Sword Sect is not as good as it was thousands of years ago, I can't be bullied by anyone. You have chosen the wrong target."

Feng Chenzi smiled and said: "Fortunately, although the current situation is no longer within the plan, the goal will still be achieved in the end."

Yuan Futu's gaze narrowed, and he sensed a strong murderous intent, and said coldly, "I don't know how you want to achieve it?"

"Jianzong has so many disciples, I'm afraid they won't be able to kill them all for a moment, but I still have some confidence in getting rid of you suzerains and sword masters."

While speaking, everyone's expressions were shocked. It was obvious that Feng Chenzi wanted to kill, even if he couldn't destroy Tianxuan Sword Sect, he would also let all the masters here die on the spot. This clearly declared war with Sword Sect.

Xiao Nan sneered, "It's a big tone. Although Jianzong has fallen, he still has a place in the world. Aren't you afraid of causing a big battle in the imperial court?"

Feng Chenzi waved his hand, and said: "Man dies for money, birds die for food, if there are not enough spirit stone resources to operate the sect, sooner or later the Beiming sect will disappear in history, why not use this to do more, even if So what if it causes chaos in the imperial court, I don't care."

"Want to destroy our Jianzong? Wishful thinking!" A disciple of Jianzong shouted.

The man hadn't finished speaking, but a dark blue sword light was close at hand, piercing through his brain with a puff, splashing warm and thick blood all over the ground.

"presumptuous!"

The raging fury was vented from Yuan Futu's Zhuhuang sword, and the bursting sword intent spread all over the sky, instantly covering a range of tens of feet around Feng Chenzi.

"Everyone, back away!"

Wang Cannian shouted loudly, he did not want his disciples to be involved in this fierce battle.

Bass!

On the flat stone bricks on the ground, deep cuts appeared continuously, as if there were countless invisible sharp blades waving in the void, and one could only feel the extremely powerful true essence of the wind element.

Fighting the wind element with the wind element was something Feng Chenzi had never expected. The majestic sword intent came, like thousands of sharp swords cutting fiercely.

Feng Chenzi's body didn't move, but countless clanging sounds could be heard around him, it seemed that there were countless golden spears clashing.

Yuan Futu narrowed his eyes, but he didn't expect that the sword of anger was blocked by him.

The sound of Jin Ge became louder and harsher, and Feng Chenzi's face became more serious. He began to feel that Yuan Futu was not simple. The attack method is very domineering.

""Northern Underworld Wind God Art"!"

With Fengchenzi's true energy stirring, endless blue sword lights exploded from his body, directly exploding this sword intent that was burning like heaven with anger.

At the same time, his figure suddenly disappeared, and he came in front of Yuan Futu in the blink of an eye.

bass!

However, Yuan Futu appeared behind him like a ghost, and unleashed a fifty times mysterious heavy sword.

"Huh... so it's the Xiantian Lingbao." Sensing that it was the Gale Seal, Feng Chenzi turned around and swung his sword without hesitation.

The two extreme forces collided in the air, breaking apart at the touch of a touch.

Yuan Futu took a deep breath, and taking advantage of Feng Chenzi's unsteady foothold, he shouted: "Fifty times faster Shadow Sword!"

In an instant, the whole person turned into a very thin sword light, and shot away at a speed that was outrageous.

"So fast!"

Since Fengchenzi debuted, he has been called a ghost in the cultivation of wind elements, and he has never praised others for his speed, so Yuan Futu is already a monstrous existence in his eyes.

At fifty times the speed, the power of Jiying Sword has exploded to the extreme. In fact, in the early days of Tianmang, Yuan Futu could use it at eighty times the speed at the peak, but that would consume a lot of real energy. After all, he still has the ability to suppress the bottom of the box. .

Feng Chenzi hangs the long sword upside down, horizontally in front of his face, propping up a defensive barrier of wind elements, and then there is a bang, the barrier shatters, and the very thin sword light flashes across his chest, rolling up a string of blood, if If it's not the slightest bit, I'm afraid the head is already in a different place.

"Just now he used the earth element, the wind element, and that weird silk thread, which seems to be the water element. What is this guy cultivating?" Feng Chenzi was extremely shocked, and his previous confidence had long since disappeared.

Yuan Futu, who was rushing forward, suddenly stabilized his figure, then turned around and punched, above the strength of the punch, a fiery orange light glowed.

Triple Reckless Dragon Strength!

In Feng Chenzi's line of sight, he seemed to see an ancient dragon head coming roaring, which made him feel a little fear in his heart.

As the sect master of the Beiming Sect, he has been a top genius in the eyes of the world since he was a child. He has never met an opponent in the same realm, so this feeling of fear has almost been forgotten, but he did not expect it to happen again at this time. feel.

In an instant, this trace of fear turned into extreme anger.

Behind Feng Chenzi, there appeared a gigantic ancient god, exuding black-blue wind essence all over his body, with no facial features on his face, like wearing a mask, with eight arms, each with a Holding a blue giant sword, it is extremely powerful.

The law of heaven and earth, Pluto!