Kong Feng But he didn't expect that there would be a time when he would be able to survive from a desperate situation. He knew better that he couldn't stimulate the devil at the moment, so he had to wait and see how the devil would deal with the crisis in front of him.
At the same time, he did not forget to convey the message and made many promises.
Although the East China Sea is a lawless place and the glory of the Holy Court cannot shine, the power of the Holy Court is ultimately the number one power in this world. If used well, it can dominate the East China Sea.
What's more, Kong Feng has a deep understanding of people's hearts. When he made his promise, he did not forget to remind everyone of two points.
One is, destroy Wang Qianqiu, and the glory that will follow.
Second, Wang Qianqiu went on a killing spree, and Sumeru Ring had an unknown amount of wealth stored in it. It was simply a moving treasure house.
For a time, all the monks' veins were swollen, but their minds were clear.
No one doubts Wang Qianqiu's fighting power. No one is stupid enough to fight him alone, and no one is stupid enough to break up the formation.
Since the arrival of the three groups of troops, they have always maintained their formation and are ready to attack at any time.
"Since we are going to fight, all the leaders must give their names. The nameless ghost will not die under a certain sword."
Xu Yi said coldly.
He is fanning the flames.
Even though he was pregnant with Seven Thousand Swords, the situation in front of him was still very dangerous.
If the three-party formation is encircled, he may be able to break through the encirclement, but it will never be too easy, otherwise big trouble will occur.
He had to cheer up the crowd first and try his best to let the leaders finish their self-bragging first.
Sure enough, after he asked, the leaders of the three teams all reported their names.
The leader in the south is Sect Master Zhong of the Qinghai Sect, the Dianyuan monk, who claims to be Tong Family, the outer guest.
The leader in the west is Mr. Tu, the talker of the Monster Hunting Workshop family. He is extremely cold and low-key without any extra decoration.
There were two people in the lead from the north, one with the nickname Hermit of Observing Heaven and the other with the nickname Buddha Son of the East Sea, and they were constantly arguing with each other.
Xu Yi said loudly, "As expected, they are not unknown people. It is also a blessing that Wang has the honor to become the hero of the East China Sea today. The battle between you and Wang will definitely spread throughout the world, but I don't know who will come to fight with Wang first?"
In an instant, you could hear needles dropping all over the place.
Especially those who had self-registered their numbers before, felt particularly uncomfortable.
The situation in front of them was a win-win situation, but when Wang asked him, they really had no way to respond.
Then I heard Xu Yi say, "It seems that you don't have the confidence to fight with Wang in a grand manner. Since you have arrived in three groups, Wang will fight with your three groups in turn. I wonder which group comes first?"
Even if he deliberately avoids encirclement, Old Devil Xu's words can still be said with great arrogance.
"Don't be polite to him. The man surnamed Wang is the best at confusing people. He is obviously afraid that you will encircle him, so he did it on purpose."
Kong Feng It was clear to the onlookers that he wished Xu Yi would die on the spot. He repeatedly sent out his thoughts to Sect Master Zhong, Mr. Tu and others, urging them to rush forward.
But after all, it was East Sea Region who became famous. They all showed off their own signs and font sizes, and started fighting like this. It really made it difficult for Sect Master Zhong and other people who care about their own status to lose face.
Especially Hermit of Observing Heaven and Buddha Son of the East Sea, who have always been so arrogant, actually sent out their thoughts and speeches to Kong Feng at the same time, wanting to lead their men to fight Wang Qianqiu first. They were confident that with their own strength, unless a true elixir master came, it would be difficult to win.
Kong Feng almost didn't vomit blood on the spot after hearing this. If they didn't need to help, he would have yelled and cursed on the spot.
At this moment, several more figures floated over. The man in front was wearing fluttering white clothes and had a graceful demeanor. He was a handsome young man. Behind him were four beautiful girls, each holding a piano, a fan, a transverse flute, and a flute.
"The ninth son of the Yuan family!"
"It's actually someone from the Yuan family!"
"It is rumored that the Ninth Young Master's set of Ask the Lord Swordplay has reached 100%. He is the best among the younger disciples of the Yuan family. He is also here."
"..."
Young Master Yuan Jiu floated like the wind, standing proudly in the void from a distance, with four beautiful girls standing quietly behind them.
"Who is Wang Qianqiu? Yuan is here to test the sword. All irrelevant people should disperse."
As soon as Young Master Yuan Jiu opened his mouth, Xu Yi felt like he was in the thick of the second wave.
The Yuan family's status in East Sea Region greatly exceeds that of Northern Sacred Court.
As soon as Young Master Yuan Jiu showed up, countless people saluted from afar.
Kong Feng was going crazy and said to Young Master Yuan Jiu, "Ninth Young Master, retreat quickly. This man is crazy. Even Kong Tengyun was killed in his hands. I was also seriously injured. Ninth Young Master is not willing to take any risks."
He thought that by making the situation more sinister, he would be able to scare the Ninth Young Master away. However, the Ninth Young Master has never known what fear has been since he was born. He immediately said to his heart, "Now that I'm here, I've heard about it. The talented people from China are headed by Xiong Bei Ming and Wang Meihua. Now that he's here, I have to come and have a meeting. You, the descendants of the Holy Clan, are incompetent, so you can better see the methods of my Yuan family."
"Don't forget, this is East Sea Region, Northern Sacred Court is having fun in Middle-earth, and my Yuan family may not be able to help here. Mr. Kong, just watch me and Wang Meihua fight, and don't worry about the rest."
"Of course, if Mr. Kong dares to cause trouble, Mr. Yuan will definitely let Mr. Kong know what is the difference between East Sea Region and Northern Sacred Court. Mr. Kong does not need to be upset. In fact, Mr. Yuan has been raising swords for three thousand days. How can he let it go when he meets a famous swordsman today."
Poof!
Kong Feng vomited blood and received an extremely heavy blow in an instant. Even Xu Yi's Seven Thousand Swords had never caused him such pain.
Young Master Yuan Jiu's self-conscious and sincere words, when heard in Kong Feng's ears, were like sharp knives and spears.
Kong Feng vomited blood, but Young Master Yuan Jiu was a little moved, and said to his heart, "You are so hurt, but you still care about Yuan. There is a deep friendship. Yuan has written it down, and let's see Yuan avenge you!"
"I'll pay you..."
Kong Feng shouted angrily, spurted blood, and fainted.
Young Master Yuan Jiu couldn't figure out the situation and was too lazy to care about him. He said loudly, "Today Yuan is fighting Wang Meihua. No one should interfere. You can use Shadow-Sound Pearl to make a photocopy.", stayed in private to observe, but prohibited from spreading. Yuan doesn't want the world to think that Yuan and Wang Meihua are fighting for fame. I just want everyone to know that today's battle is purely a swordsmanship clash between two swordsman masters."
Xu Yi felt his chest feel tight for a while, and he suddenly understood why Kong Feng had obviously stabilized his injuries, but then started to spurt out blood without any warning.
He suspected that if he allowed this young middle-aged man to continue spraying, he would not be able to resist it.
"Come on, come on, you make the move first!"
Xu Yi suppressed the annoyance in his heart and urged without regard for propriety.
With a cry, a piece of autumn water appeared in Young Master Yuan Jiu's palm, and a pure white Law Pattern appeared on the sword's body, shining brightly.