"You guessed it right. I'm out of seclusion. It's time to make a move. Should you commit suicide yourself, or should I help you?"
A coquettish woman appeared, her face full of anger, not like the last beast wave, and her eyes were filled with murderous intent.
Feng Ping's heart skipped a beat. As expected, it was Huang Jue who was out of seclusion. The desperate battle on Gulang Island was not just because Tang Ming was here, but because Huang Jue was out of seclusion.
This Gulang Island was just a bait for them to take action, and then Huang Jue appeared again, wanting to kill some of the Feitian Sect monks.
"Elder Huang Jue, why do you want to kill me? I haven't done anything to violate the rules of the Rogue Cultivator Alliance. Isn't it right for me to occupy the peripheral islands and provide you with protection?
If the next beast tide comes, we will attack the outer islands first, which is why the Rogue Cultivator Alliance has always opened up the outer islands."
Feng Ping was thinking about delaying time or finding the right opportunity to leave here. With such masters around, he could no longer complete the task.
Before Huang Jue entered seclusion, he was on the eighth level of foundation building. He has not appeared in the past ten years. Now that he is out of seclusion, it is very likely that he will reach the ninth level of foundation building.
He is only at the sixth level of foundation building, and the difference in strength is too big. Even if he is a genius monk, he is no match for Huang Jue. Escape is naturally the first choice.
"Stop talking nonsense. If you want to play tricks on me to delay time, go ahead and dream. If you don't want to surrender, then you will die!"
Huang Jue was worthy of being one of the four elders of the Loose Cultivator Alliance. He immediately saw Feng Ping's thoughts and was not willing to continue talking to Feng Ping.
I saw her waving her hand, raising her whip, and a long red whip was attacking Feng Ping, twisting and turning, at an extremely fast speed.
Feng Ping quickly retreated and used the flying sword in his hand. The sword flower was thrust out. He defended and retreated at the same time. This was not a strong person he could fight.
During the process of bending and accumulating power, the whip tail was extremely powerful, and before Feng Ping could exit, it headed towards the flying sword in his hand.
"bump!"
The flying sword and the long whip collided, and a powerful force came out. Feng Ping firmly grabbed the flying sword and refused to let him go. Fortunately, he had a small sword skill, otherwise he would have lost this time.
Huang Jue's expression changed slightly. Unexpectedly, Feng Ping still had some strength. With a wave of his hand, the long whip bent and wrapped around the flying sword. He pulled it back and Feng Ping followed.
It was not under his control at all. He also wanted to give up the flying sword, but he was a swordsman. Without the flying sword, with the speed of the long whip, he would have no way to resist it.
He soared up, and the flying sword in his hand rotated rapidly along with his body. The sword energy was rising and the sword screamed continuously, trying to break away from the long whip.
This method did work. Huang Jue's long whip seemed to be about to break away from the flying sword. She waved her hand and the long whip was lengthened instantly.
A powerful red spiritual power came out of the long whip, forming a spiritual whip and whipping it directly on Feng Ping's body.
"Snapped!"
Feng Ping was like a kite with its string cut off, flying towards the distance. The second-order high-grade inner armor on his body was directly cracked, which shows the intensity of this attack.
A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the whole person's face turned pale. Fortunately, he had inner armor, otherwise he might have been destroyed immediately.
Feng Ping wanted to take this opportunity to leave this place, but unexpectedly, Huang Jue seemed to feel this, and he was truly worthy of being one of the four elders.
The whole person flew forward, waving the long whip in his hand, heading towards Feng Ping like a life-threatening whip. If he was hit, he would be taken back directly, so there was almost no possibility of escaping.
"call out!"
Just when the whip was about to hit Feng Ping, Feng Ping closed his eyes in despair, waiting for the moment of death when a spiritual sword flew over.
There was a strong collision between the two. The long whip was directly bounced back, and the spiritual energy sword also dissipated. The generated air wave caused Feng Ping to fly away again.
Although the inner armor on his body was of the second level, the two attacks were not simple and directly shattered the inner armor.
However, the inner armor is something external to the body after all. As long as he is alive, there is still a chance to build it again. Feng Fang smiled, and he felt that someone was coming to save him.
"A monk with a ninth-level foundation pursues and beats a monk with a sixth-level foundation. This is the style of the Rogue Cultivator Alliance, or Huang Jue's style.
It's really shameful to bully a small one like this, and it's really a waste to let you take charge of this Suzaku Island."
At this time, Wu Yan, holding the second-level peak spiritual sword, flew up to Huang Jue and spoke to Huang Jue with a scolding and contemptuous tone.
A monk also flew behind him. After taking Feng Ping, he gave him a pill and then led him to Wu Yan's back.
This person was none other than Su Mingfei, and the Feitian Sect was the force he established to deal with Huang Jue.
When Huang Jue saw Wu Yan wielding a spiritual sword, he knocked back his long whip. This strength was extraordinary. He had never seen this person before.
He didn't know that the Feitian Sect actually had such a master. His expression changed drastically, and he turned to look at Tang Ming beside him, who shook his head with a wry smile.
"Our battles with Feitian Sect have always been with Feng Ping, Li Kai and others. We don't have this monk, so we don't know about his existence."
Tang Ming replied, if a monk in the late stage of foundation building conceals his identity and location, it would be really difficult for some monks in the early and middle stages of foundation building to find out.
"This fellow Taoist looks a little strange. Is he a monk from the Feitian Sect, or is he here to help with the boxing?"
Huang Jue is a monk at the ninth level of foundation building. As long as she is not a golden elixir monk, she will not be afraid of other monks.
Wu Yan's appearance shocked her. She didn't expect that such a master would appear here to oppose her.
Whether Wu Yan belongs to the Feitian Sect or not is still very important. If so, then the following days may not be easy.
After all, Wu Yan is also a master. As long as Wu Yan is not killed and the Feitian Sect is not destroyed, she must always be on guard against Wu Yan's sneak attacks.
And if Wu Yan was just an assistant and not from the Feitian Sect, it would be easy to handle. This is just a matter of interests.
As long as he is given enough benefits and given enough face, is it possible that Wu Yan can still protect the Feitian Sect for the rest of his life?
"My Excellency Wu Yan, the elder of the Feitian Sect is not here to help. We, the Feitian Sect, have not done anything illegal in the Rogue Cultivator Alliance.
Elder Huang Jue, if you want to take action against our Feitian Sect, you must get through me first."
Wu Yan knew the purpose of Huang Jue's question, so he answered directly and said that if Huang Jue tried to attack the Feitian Sect, he would definitely stop him.
Huang Jue stared at Wu Yan, the anger in his heart rising to the extreme, but there was nothing he could do about Wu Yan.
"Your Excellency is joking. There is no violation of regulations. Of course I won't take action. But seeing that you are quite strong, I'm just feeling itchy and want to compete. What do you think?"