"Brother Feng, there are many good things in my storage ring. As long as you can kill me, these are all yours. You and Jueqing are the only two people I can't see through. Maybe you can do it and let me
Rest your soul and body together!”
Yu Feixing's voice appeared for the last time, and then his cold and ruthless eyes locked onto Feng Jinghong!
"Junior, with your golden elixir level strength, you can actually fly thousands of miles into the sky. This movement technique is definitely considered heaven-defying. But if you think you can kill me with just this, then it's ridiculous. You know
What is the most powerful attack in "Shaking Heaven and Earth"? It's the one that shakes Heaven and Earth!"
The statue spoke arrogantly, seemingly not paying attention to Feng Jinghong at all. There were six green marks on its head. It was obvious that he got it after killing six Jindan monks.
Just as Feng Jinghong regained consciousness, a pair of metal-like iron fists were raised high and struck him hard!
The iron fist swept across, and the void along the way was shattered by the power of the fist. Void cracks appeared around the iron fist, attacking Feng Jinghong fiercely.
Feng Jinghong would naturally not be able to compete head-on with the monks with Nascent Soul's combat power, not to mention judging from the opponent's body, close attacks were naturally the most powerful, so Feng Jinghong retreated.
The moment the iron fist approached, Feng Jinghong used the clone shadow technique, and in an instant four identical figures rushed in four directions.
"Huh? With such body skills, no wonder you dare to stay!"
The hoarse voice showed the statue's surprise, but Feng Jinghong did not intend to give him a chance to fight back. The flying figure turned around and rushed back, and the Demon Sword instantly turned into a hundred-foot giant sword. "The Burning Lantern Sutra", Ben Lei Sword
The intention, the quick sword intention, was operating to the extreme at this moment!
boom!
The Demonic Sword did not disappoint Feng Jinghong, and he chopped the puppet away with one sword!
"What a powerful sword intention. It's really not easy to comprehend two sword intentions at such a young age, and there is also a demonic aura, but this alone is not enough!"
The puppet that was knocked away appeared again, with a deep sword mark on its body, but it seemed to have no effect on him!
"Really? Then you will repay me for this sword!"
Feng Jinghong snorted coldly. He already knew that the opponent only had the combat power of the Nascent Soul stage but no spiritual consciousness. Otherwise, it would not be so easy at all. Without waiting for any changes, the four golden elixirs in the body were circulating all the time, and the breath was
It has been soaring all the way and has reached the Nascent Soul stage!
"I wonder if you had expected such a situation?"
Feng Jinghong looked at the other party with a half-smile but not a smile. The lightning on the Demon Sword flashed, obviously condensing the sword's will.
"Nascent Soul stage? I didn't expect that there is a secret method that can improve your cultivation. But now you are at most like me and have no spiritual consciousness. How can you defeat me?"
The puppet was stunned for a moment, but showed no sign of fear.
"Divine consciousness? Just because you don't have it doesn't mean that I don't have it!"
Feng Jinghong's golden elixir of spiritual consciousness was operating at full strength, and a mysterious and unpredictable aura instantly emanated from his body. The vitality of heaven and earth within a hundred feet surged towards Feng Jinghong at a crazy speed. Four vitality storms appeared at the same time. This scene
Shocked the other party.
"You are actually a Nascent Soul monk? How is this possible? Isn't the Ten Thousand Immortals Realm only accessible to monks below the Nascent Soul stage? How did you get in?"
"Hmph, you can come in, why can't I? Suffer death!"
The held-up Demon Sword passed through the sky, and a huge crack in the void appeared. The puppet responded with both fists facing the Demon Sword, but it was of no avail. It was as easy as chopping melons and vegetables. A pair of hard iron arms were blocked by the sword.
Feng Jingpo slashed down with one sword, but no blood was shed.
Not far away, Yu Feixing's body also suddenly had its arms broken, and blood was flowing out.
"Ah! If you destroy my Taoist body, I want you to die, even if you are a Nascent Soul monk!"
The puppet suddenly roared, and like a monster, it sprayed out streams of golden and iron energy from its body, which could actually cut through the void and attack Feng Jinghong!
"Huh, let me die? I'm afraid you don't have the ability!"
Feng Jinghong no longer hesitated, raised her right hand, and gently tapped out the infinite calamity finger!
Bo!
The Finger of Infinite Tribulation is indeed Feng Jinghong's biggest weapon. The puppet's hard body is like a ten thousand-year-old rotten wood. The moment it hits the Finger of Infinite Tribulation, it begins to collapse. The golden and iron energy escapes, and the puppet is completely
It turned into withered bones, fell apart in an instant, and fell in the desert.
"Brother Feng, I knew you could do it, thank you very much!"
The moment the puppet collapsed, Yu Feixing's body also began to ooze black pus and blood. His eyes, ears, nose, mouth, and seven orifices of Yu Feixing bled to death, but the expression on his face was one of joy after liberation.
"A great man of his generation was buried in this desert like this. It's so sad and deplorable!"
Feng Jinghong took off the storage ring from Yu Fei
direction and chased after him.
After killing Yu Feixing's puppet, including his own mark, there were already four green marks spinning above Feng Jinghong's head. As long as he killed sixteen more people, he could enter the cave.
Nan Xinjue is obviously a smart man. He changes direction while flying. If it were anyone else, he would definitely not be able to find him. But for Feng Jinghong, this is not a problem at all because he has divine consciousness.
Because of frequent changes in route, Nan Xin Jue did not escape far. After chasing for twelve thousand miles, Feng Jinghong found Nan Xin Jue who was recovering from his injuries in an abandoned ancient city near the desert. Apparently, he had been recovering from his injuries before.
He spent a lot of money to deceive Yu Feixing.
"Brother Nan, we have been apart for several hours. I wonder if Brother Nan wants to be here?"
Maybe it was because of Jian Linghong or because of Youyou, Feng Jinghong didn't have any good feelings every time he faced the people at Piaomiao Peak, so naturally he couldn't say anything nice.
"Huh? Is it you? What? You are also a person?"
Nan Xinjue was shocked when he saw Feng Jinghong's figure. He was not sure whether the other party was chasing him or whether he met by chance, but he thought the latter was more likely, so he tried to speak in a calm tone.
"Alone? Of course, Feng is alone, but unlike Brother Nan, you have hidden helpers secretly. There won't be six golden elixir monks this time, right? Then Feng will have no choice but to turn around and run away!
"
Feng Jinghong had never thought about reconciling with Piaomiao Feng. If nothing else, Jian Linghong alone could not make them friends. Since they could not be friends, they could only be enemies, and the best way to deal with enemies was
There is nothing better than to kill them all!
Feng Jinghong's cold tone completely shattered Nan Xinjue's glimmer of hope. At this time, Nan Xinjue regretted more and more why he had to seriously injure himself. He didn't care about that golden elixir cultivator now.
There is no hope of survival. The thought of escape by the monks in the Nascent Soul stage is tantamount to wishful thinking. What's more, Yu Feixing took action with anger and would definitely not leave anyone alive.
"Brother Feng really wants to force Nan to take action? You have to know that disciples like us from the big sect have one or two life-saving techniques, just like Yu Feixing's Nascent Soul stage puppet. If I'm pressed for help, Nan doesn't mind being exposed in advance.
trump card."
Nan Xinjue tried her best to put on a ruthless expression, but in Feng Jinghong's eyes, this was just a fierce look but a cruel look on the inside.