Di Jiutian had a face of disbelief, and stared at Feng Jinghong with a poisonous snake-like gaze. He was wearing a purple robe and waved his right arm fiercely, drawing a beautiful arc with the feather fan in his hand, pointing at Feng Jinghong.
"Why, brother Emperor, what do you have to say?"
Feng Jinghong smiled faintly.
"I'm just asking you, yes or no!"
Di Jiutian shouted coldly, and his two sword eyebrows suddenly stood up.
"So what if it is? So what if it's not?"
Feng Jinghong's tone was the same, the same disdain, and her expression was exactly the same as that of Di Jiutian before. She even held Ye Qingxin and Youyou's jade hands with her backhand, her face full of pride.
Ye Qingxin squirmed slightly and lowered her head shyly. However, Youyou didn't feel any discomfort. Instead, she rested her head on Feng Jinghong's shoulder cooperatively, with a sweet smile on her face, which made people feel jealous!
"Okay, okay! What a blessing for all of us, I'm afraid you will die. Feng, today is the day when you and this boy from the Pang family will die!"
Di Jiutian narrowed his violent eyes, stomped his foot on the ground, threw his feather fan, and his whole body flew forward. A violent and vast breath suddenly burst out from his whole body, and the feather fan hanging in front of him was like a bird in the stormy waves.
The boat could be torn into pieces at any time.
"Feng has long wanted to learn Brother Emperor's unique skills. It seems that you can't wait any longer. You don't have to take action against Feng in the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference? I really want to know how you can make me die!"
Feng Jinghong said what he heard in the Tao of Immortality that day. Di Jiutian looked at Feng Jinghong in disbelief. His breath suddenly stopped. At this moment of pause, the swing in Feng Jinghong's left hand
The magic sword suddenly shot out.
He knows that Di Jiutian can be respected by hundreds of millions of young people in the capital as the number one young master of Yibei. His strength is definitely not as simple as the late Jindan stage he showed. If he only had normal late stage Jindan strength, it would be impossible for him to win in a world full of talents.
The imperial capital is flourishing, not to mention becoming the number one master of the younger generation.
Seeing Di Jiutian take action with anger, Feng Jinghong immediately said what he heard that day, just to make this crack appear in Di Jiutian's overwhelming momentum. Otherwise, with the normal strength he showed, let alone defeat.
Di Jiutian is very difficult to resist even one or two moves.
Di Jiutian did not expect that Feng Jinghong actually knew what he had said in the Tao of Immortality that day. He was shocked and his perfect momentum suddenly stopped, just like a torrent that was rushing thousands of miles and was blocked at the moment when it was about to flow into the sea.
The fair face instantly turned blue-red, then turned pale again.
This is the moment!
When Feng Jinghong saw the drastic change in Di Jiutian's face, she knew that he couldn't stand this kind of stimulation and his blood was going backwards. He threw the Demon Sword fiercely and hit Di Jiutian like a black lightning bolt!
"Huh, you know how to seize the opportunity, but it's useless in front of me, it's just a small trick!"
Di Jiutian slapped his chest with his palm and spat out the bruised blood. His round breath suddenly became sharp and fierce. He spun around and a ray of green light spurted out from the feather fan in front of him and began to fly around him.
A green aura quickly formed, and the whole person advanced instead of retreating, slamming into Feng Jinghong's Demonic Sword.
The young man surnamed Zhan who was watching the battle from a distance couldn't help but frowned when he saw Di Jiutian's behavior. He had indeed not taken Di Jiutian into consideration before. From what he thought, the top young master in the imperial capital was just a member of the family's glory.
Come on, it can't compare to the strength he gained from fighting since he was a child.
But now he has changed his mind. A master of the Golden Core Stage, a young man from the top of the continent, can actually spit out a mouthful of blood calmly in front of many masters, not to mention that this blood was also collected by a Foundation Establishment Stage master.
It was caused by the monks. Based on this alone, the young man named Zhan glanced at Di Jiutiangao.
Stab!
A harsh sound sounded, as if the silk was being torn. Feng Jinghong's demon sword only penetrated Di Jiutian's aura for less than three feet. It suddenly stopped when it was one foot away from his chest, vibrating hummingly.
It's like being bound by something.
"Huh? It's so weird. This power seems very familiar!"
Feng Jinghong frowned, and her consciousness poured into the Demon Sword like crazy, and the sword suddenly emitted a faint light.
"The nine transformations of the sword demon, the magical power of wishful thinking, great!"
Although Feng Jinghong was curious, he would never allow Emperor Jiutian to fight back. The Ruyi magical power of the Sword Demon's Nine Transformations suddenly came into play, and the three-foot long sword suddenly grew in size amidst his shouting, one foot, three feet, ten feet!
Not only did Emperor Jiutian's expression change, but even the people watching the battle around him also took a breath. They thought that Feng Jinghong could enter the world of Hun Tian with the strength of foundation building, and that he might have good combat power, but they didn't expect that he
There is such a rare treasure and it can be controlled with ease.
Youyou and Ye Qingxin, who were originally standing on both sides, were just about to take action when they saw that Di Jiutian was panicked by Feng Jinghong's attack and was no longer as elegant as Fengdu before. They immediately covered their mouths and laughed.
"Hmph! It does have some strength, and it deserves Di's serious treatment!"
Di Jiutian smiled sinisterly. He was really shocked by Feng Jinghong's sudden attack just now. He didn't expect that Feng Jinghong actually had a magic sword that could change its size at will. If he hadn't been cautious all the time, I'm afraid that the attack just now would have happened.
The sword will kill him.
"The great scholar's aura makes Kunpeng soaring!"
After Di Jiutian finished speaking, he slapped the feather fan in the aura with both palms. Suddenly, the green aura around his body suddenly became larger and larger, a sharp cry sounded from behind him, and a black void
The shadow gradually emerged from the aura, and it turned out to be a huge fish!
What surprised everyone was that this fish actually had a pair of wings!
"There is a fish in the North Ming Dynasty. Its name is Kun. Kun is so big that I don't know how many thousands of miles it is!"
Di Jiutian's deep voice sounded as the strange fish appeared. The black strange fish quickly changed its shape, growing bigger and bigger. In just a few breaths, it grew dozens of times and turned into a hundred-foot-long fish.
Fish, and the blue aura has become larger, like a deep sea.
"This is, this is the legendary Kun, the Kun that can turn into a Tianpeng!"
Pang Wuliang coughed twice and suddenly shouted loudly.
"Kunyu?"
Feng Jinghong knew nothing about the huge strange fish in front of her. She just heard its name and said it softly.
"Boy, you are so proud. Even among the most talented people in the imperial capital, few have seen my magical powers!"
Di Jiutian smiled coldly and looked at Feng Jinghong as if he were looking at a dead person.
"Hmph, I would like to learn how powerful it is!"
Feng Jinghong has never encountered an opponent weaker than him since he started cultivating, and there are not even many opponents at the same level as him.
When he came out of Lanyuan Cave, he faced the Nascent Soul Stage monks who made him look up at him. Along the way, whether it was real experiences or trials and tests, they were opponents who were more than one step ahead of him, but he
But I have never been afraid, and I have overcome all obstacles and reached today.
Hearing the sound of Di Jiutian's victory, Feng Jinghong smiled lightly, grabbed hold of the Demon Sword with her left hand, and raised it high.