The arrogant remarks were still echoing in my ears, who would have thought that Lianxin Nu would be defeated in the blink of an eye?

When a group of contemporary geniuses were about to watch a joke, the reincarnation slave who should have become Feng Jueyu's biggest obstacle had dissipated invisibly.

Too fast.

Everyone was in a daze and their eyes were unstable.

The incident that moment can be described as lightning.

From their perspective, I only saw Lianxin Nu holding a technique on both hands and taking action at the same time.

With one hand, the golden torrent casts the copper and iron decorated with the sacred mountain like a waterfall. The mountain is nearly a thousand feet high, majestic and steep, and is threatening to all directions.

One hand sacrifices the sky sword, the sword is like a meteor, the divine flames and light are intertwined, running through the sky, destroying everything, killing everything.

It was the Taishan Seal and the Wuding Meteor Sword. The two styles simultaneously pressed Kunlun and changed the color of the sun and the moon.

Such a terrifying killing move, even if they faced the dead, they could not have the slightest idea of ​​resistance.

Perhaps it is to fully utilize the true artistic conception of the two unique skills, without loopholes or flaws, cater to the wonders of the great way of heaven and earth, and permeate the past and present.

It is like an unprecedented disaster that makes all living beings small.

How could such a powerful force be withstood by a small four-turn state?

In the eyes of a group of geniuses, Feng Jueyu is definitely facing a killing disaster.

And it is an unstoppable killing disaster.

Under this killing disaster, he will undoubtedly die.

But the next second, they didn't dare to think so, and they didn't even have the consciousness of thinking.

Feng Jueyu made a sword, and the finger pinching technique filled the supreme swordsmanship, as if he controlled the universe, sun and moon, and the jade sky, covering the eight directions of Zhou Xu.

That sword is ordinary, but it is full of supreme power.

With a gentle stroke, the sun and the moon were gone, and only an arc of electricity slashed across the sky, shattering the dome.

Then……

The slave of the Heart turned into powder under the flying rain of light, no more than three snaps of his fingers.

It seems simpler than at the forty-fourth level.

"The forty-five level is not worth mentioning."

Feng Jueyu smiled, but did not look back, and left with his hands behind his back. His blue shirt was alone and outstanding.

The changes in just a moment seem to have gone through a long period of changes, making people unable to be sure of the difference between reality and illusion.

Hua Xueyang's pupils dilated.

Don't ask, your face is stiff.

Lu Zhenwei is ready to go.

Zhou Yang is as dazed as a clay sculpture.

Xiao Lian's hands and feet are cold.

Fan Xunlian's jade liquid and nectar flowed to the ground without knowing it.

Meng Hao was so stunned that he had nothing to say.

Once upon a time, they were all above the top and were full of confidence and tried to stand out in this primary election battle. With this opportunity, they soared into the sky and even became famous in major planes.

For example, Lu Zhenwei, Zhou Yang, Meng Hao, their targets are always the lofty Hua Xueyang. Inexplicably, they didn't take Feng Jueyu seriously.

For example, Hua Xueyang, Mo Wen, their target is the Great Elder, and even the Patriarch Chengguang back then.

How many more people would treat Feng Jueyu as their opponent.

But the facts are extremely cruel. When they sing bravely and strive to be the best in the world, they discovered that an ordinary character was showing his might and stood at the forefront of this road.

He is Feng Jueyu.

A silent but amazing person left everyone behind without realizing it.

Before the forty-fifth level, Feng Jueyu smashed the Reincarnation Slave in less than ten fingers, turning all the ridicule into jokes.

"So...it's not difficult!"

Feng Jueyu murmured to himself.

These words almost made them vomit blood.

Not difficult? Reading

This is already the forty-fifth level. The great elder who was in great trouble here back then was not difficult in his eyes?

Well, it's not difficult, otherwise how could he defeat Lianxin Nu in ten blinks?

Everyone was stunned, the wind was messy.

But Feng Jueyu was thinking and seemed to have realized it. He stood for a moment and walked forward alone.

The forty-five levels were indeed easy for him. It was definitely not an exaggeration, but a key point that could be overcome.

From the forty level, no, it can be said that starting from the thirty-seventh level, the Tianxin Tree at these levels is all focusing on the scars in the state of mind and the Taoist practice.

The later the levels, the more you can see the shortcomings and stubborn diseases deep in your heart.

If there is no degenerate Taoist meridian, each level will be a hurdle.

It's hard to move forward.

However, under the influence of the Taoist meridian, the foundation of the Taoist meridian perfectly interpreted by the Lianxinnu can easily be broken by the Taoist meridian, just like mastering a universal key to open any lock, which is enough to easily organize the shortcomings and regrets one by one and make up for them in a very short time.

Because of this, passing the level has become simple.

However, Feng Jueyu was not complacent.

On the contrary, the ease along the way made him feel more and more that the entire bridge of knocking on his mind seemed to hide a bigger secret.kΑnＳhúwu.ξà

It’s just that you can’t make a judgment before you see it with your own eyes.

Looking at his back and walking away, the silent scene finally caused an unprecedented riot.

With Hua Xueyang and Mo Wen as the leader, contemporary geniuses were stimulated and were full of righteous indignation.

"I've been compared by a small crawler in the fourth realm. What kind of face do I have to return to the sect?"

Meng Hao's qi is filled with smoke. In the previous conversation, he was the one who looked down on Feng Jueyu the most, and he was also the one who was slapped in the face the most.

Feng Jueyu's ignorance made him feel like he was jumping up and down like a jumping clown.

People are too lazy to take care of themselves.

In addition, Lu Zhenwei and Zhou Yang also put away their contempt and were considering how to pass the forty-fifth level at the fastest speed.

Don't ask if you are hit hard and feel heavy.

It was Hua Xueyang, and he didn't seem to take it seriously: "Everyone, it's too early to say defeat at this time. Feng Jueyu is indeed one step ahead of me now, but the first choice is who can go further on the bridge of the heart. How can he admit defeat now before the end of the matter?"

Everyone's eyes lit up, Meng Hao said, "Senior Brother Hua's words are reasonable. He is indeed one step ahead of us at the forty-fifth level, but it is still unknown who can pass more levels in the end."

Xiao Lian sneered when he heard the voice: "Junior Brother Feng is able to come from behind at this time, which is enough to show that his strength is at least not inferior to me. At this time, he will still deceive himself, so you don't feel embarrassed?"

"Xiao Lian, what nonsense are you talking about? Who deceived yourself?"

"Isn't it?"

Although Feng Jueyu has come from behind and left everyone behind, Xiao Lian is not a person who refuses to admit defeat.

From the fight just now, she could see that Feng Jueyu's strength is far beyond the level of measurement.

As a human being, you must know how to recognize reality.

Instead of finding various reasons when encountering failure.

"Hmph, although I'm not sure if he's lucky, he only has the fourth level of transformation after all, so I don't believe he can last until the end. Maybe he won't do it in the next level."

Meng Haodao.

"It is more difficult to knock on the Heart Sword Bridge than the next level. The great elder almost stopped at the forty-sixth level. Feng Jueyu would definitely not be able to get through it."

Mo Wensenran said, as if he had made a final conclusion on Feng Jueyu.

"How can you be sure?" Fan Xun, who had not spoken, spoke.

Mo Wen's eyes were cold, what happened to Xiao Lian and Fan Xun, why did they always help Feng Jueyu?

Could they have personal relationships?

Don’t ask about the unfathomable: “I naturally have my reasons.”

A calm expression flashed in Hua Xueyang's eyes.

Including Lu Zhenwei and Zhou Yang's expression did not change much, as if he had already achieved success.

After saying that, the four of them started to refine their hearts and started fighting fiercely with their respective refinement slaves.

Apart from them, Meng Hao and the silver-haired young man looked confused and didn't understand why the four of them were so confident.
To be continued...