At least, in just half a stick of incense, he had already seen that Scar-faced brat had taken no less than fifty top-grade elixirs.
Even he, Mr. Feng, definitely didn't have these many top-grade elixirs in his Sumeru Ring.
"Such a monster will bring disaster to the world if he is left alive. Master, forgive me for your disobedience."
Feng Xifeng's cold eyes suddenly shot out little bits of cold stars.
Divine Intent Sword, which had a box in both palms and was continuously surrounding its body, suddenly stopped.
The rotten silver in the sky disappeared, the glow in the sky suddenly dimmed, and the clouds in the sky trembled.
The clear sky and the afterglow of the setting sun produced the last brilliant red color.
The red sword that had been jumping in the void finally fell into the palm of Feng Xifeng.
He caressed the blade of the sword gently, his eyes showed intoxicating affection, and he spoke calmly without any warning, "This sword has been with me for nine years and two hundred and seven days. Since five years ago, when a certain swordsman mastered it, when this sword was used, the demons were forced to retreat, and 327 evil demons were killed. Liquid Condensation Realm Eighteen people, Qi Sea Realm is useless. The sword comes out and the thief is destroyed, and no one can stop it. You are the first one who can hold up half a stick of incense under Divine Intent Sword."
"Thank you for the compliment, there must be a reward!"
Xu Yi smiled slightly.
Click, the branch under Old Ancestor Wen's butt suddenly collapsed.
It's a boring drama, but now I can only get a taste of it. How can I tolerate the little thief changing his style of painting like this?
Feng Xifeng felt a sudden tightness in his chest, raised his head, his eyes were all gray and white, "A summer insect cannot speak of ice, I just want to pay homage to you, but I didn't expect that you are a common person, so you should suffer and die!"
"Condensation!"
Feng Xifeng shouted loudly, his body suddenly compressed, and he was lower than half of his body. The Divine Intent Sword in his palm suddenly glowed brightly, looking like a bright torch from a distance. Suddenly, within a hundred feet in radius, a strong wind blew up, and the clouds on the horizon dispersed. The huge waterfall in the distance was blown by the strong wind and stirred up water ribbons.
This huge power, which made the world change its color, immediately attracted everyone's attention. The fierce battle outside the giant waterfall came to a halt. Countless people had to stop fighting and try their best to stabilize their bodies.
"My will is killing intent!"
Feng Xifeng let out a loud shout, and raised Divine Intent Sword in his hand suddenly. In an instant, Divine Intent Sword skyrocketed ten feet across the sky and the earth.
The terrifying murderous intent was so overwhelming that all the beasts around him exploded one after another.
At this moment, the dispute in front of the giant waterfall had completely stopped, and all eyes were focused on the intertwining of bright silver and crimson.
"Death!"
Feng Xifeng spat out a mouthful of blood, and the ten-foot-long Divine Intent Sword was slashed down with supreme murderous intent. As soon as the sword came out, the huge pressure forced the two sides of Jiang Shui, which was ten feet under, to separate, and a vortex several feet deep appeared. A black hole appeared where the sword pointed.
The murderous intent fills the sky and the sword urges boundlessly!
Xu Yi remained motionless, his closed eyes suddenly opened, as if even his flesh and blood were aware that this was the moment of life and death. The tiny pores closed instantly, and the hairs stood straight as if they were electrified. The spiritual platform was clear, facing the scorching sun that was as red as blood.
He caught it!
The sky was filled with murderous intent and sword intent, and he easily caught it.
The iron essence in his hand, which was so hot that it was almost scorching the flesh, suddenly surged and met the sword that could cut off the mountain.
The bright silver meets the bright red, clang!
As soon as the sound hit my ears, Xu Yi's pores exploded!
Bang!
Feng Xifeng couldn't believe his ears. Under the will of God, everything was shattered. What on earth could block Divine Intent Sword and make the sound of fighting.
Under the huge earthquake, Feng Xifeng used his eyesight to see what could stop Divine Intent Sword, but he saw a scene that he would never forget and break his heart.
In mid-air, Divine Intent Sword suddenly disintegrated, and the last traces of the setting sun reflected thousands of red gold, which scattered down the river.
Divine Intent Sword is broken!
Divine Intent Sword is broken!
Not only Feng Xifeng, but everyone watching the battle was dumbfounded.
Dayue Sword King Feng Xifeng, the sword of divine will Divine Ability!
Great Yue Sword King, half of the reputation, only ends with this sword. Now, Divine Intent Sword is shattered.
Everyone was distracted, but Xu Yi was the only one who was bright and energetic. He retracted the iron spirit that expanded to a full circle. His body flashed with lightning, and he came towards Feng Xifeng. Countless circles of energy were generated from his left and right palms, and they merged into a dragon, roaring and rolling towards Feng Xifeng.
Feng Xifeng was so devastated that even if the sky fell, he would never be able to regain his attention.
Qi Dragon arrived in an instant, hitting Feng Xifeng in the chest, with a click, Top-grade magic robe shattered, and Feng Xifeng spurted out a mouthful of blood.
In shock, Xu Yi was already fighting in front of him. Feng Xifeng suddenly felt his left hand go cold. He looked intently and saw that his left hand had been held. Scar-faced brat was holding a green stick and was hitting him head-on.
The power of the nameless green stick is as tyrannical as Wen Shouhe. Once the stick is struck, it loses its resistance.
Feng Xifeng has been secretly on guard for a long time, and has long regarded it as Wuji Temple's supreme secret method.
In panic, he suddenly got quick wits and struck his left wrist with his palm. He actually removed his left arm and stepped on it quickly. True Qi was like a drum. A puff of smoke flew away. He didn't even have time to miss the Sumeru Ring at his wrist.
Xu Yi never expected that Feng Xifeng could be so ruthless, so he took Sumeru Ring away and chased away.
The person surnamed Feng had been coercing him for a long time, and Xu Yi had long been filled with hatred. How could he not beat the drowned dog now?
After chasing and escaping, a strange scene that shocked everyone's jaws was born.
Feng Xifeng ran away in front, while Scar-faced Daoist chased after him.
Such a painting style is really dazzling to the eyes.
Deep in everyone's memory, King Feng Jian is the existence second only to Soul Sensing Ancestor. He is dressed in white, with fluttering sleeves. He holds a sword to protect his body. His armor will be broken in the first turn, and his life will be destroyed in the second turn.
He is truly a peerless master, with a commanding power all over the world.
Even as early as half a stick of incense, King Feng Jian was still able to compete with Old Ancestor Wen. After Scar-faced brat, there was no way to go to heaven and no way to enter the earth. Divine Intent Sword came out, and Scar-faced brat could only parry, but had no power to fight back. The divine sword was everywhere, and Scar-faced brat was covered in bruises. How majestic it was.
Suddenly, the situation turned and the style of painting changed. King Feng Jian, who had always been an invincible hero, was actually chased by his defeated general and fled. What the hell is this!
There was a stunned Qing who really couldn't stand this style of painting. He suddenly opened his voice and roared angrily, "You are the king of swords. How can you be scared to death if you can die in battle!"
As soon as these words came out, Feng Xifeng's pale handsome face suddenly turned red, and his anger surged. He immediately activated his sword technique to take that man's life.
Unexpectedly, the movement of the sword movement has lost its sensitivity.
Feng Xifeng A broken heart, shattered into slag.
"You mighty swordsman, running away like this is really beneath your dignity. Why don't you stop? Let's have a fight and I'll give you an arm!"
Xu Yi smiled from afar, with the utmost sarcasm.
There was no choice, Feng Xifeng Even though he was physically and mentally injured, the sword control had consumed a lot of energy before, but the foundation was still there. After a while, he couldn't catch up, so he had to use the method of provoking the general again.