Central Shenxu. [] In an area that no one has set foot on for countless thousands of years, a sword hangs in the sky. The seven-foot sword is extremely small compared to the nearly endless Shenxu. But at this moment, this sword is the whole world.
The protagonist.
Yunxiang inherited the tradition of Xuanyuan Divine Sword and completely refined the bloodline of the ancestral dragon. Today's imperial power is still higher than that of the original Xuanyuan Divine Sword.
Feng Yu wielded the sword with her mind, and Yun Xiang held the power of the sword that penetrated the heaven and earth, approaching the mysterious land that was floating in chaos. However, the Four Elephant Formation felt threatened by Yun Xiang, and a lustful phoenix revealed its true form, and its victory was great.
Passing the legendary Kunpeng, the phoenix dances, its wings raising flames that burn up the void.
Yunxiang slashed straight with a mighty force, and the phoenix turned nine times to avoid Yunxiang's invincible sword power. His body, burning with terrible flames, wrapped Yunxiang from another angle.
"Yunxiang turns into a blue dragon."
Feng Yu's deep voice sounded, and a big explosion sounded in the sky. The fire phoenix was exploded, and Yunxiang transformed into a dragon shape, like scales made of gold, with ten powerful claws. Its appearance made all the spirits in the world feel deep in their hearts.
The idea of surrender arose.
The fire phoenix that exploded into countless pieces condensed into its original shape in the blink of an eye. Instead of reducing the flames lingering around it, it became more condensed. This fire phoenix was not an entity, but a peerless fire spirit bred by the gods. It was immortal.
It is immortal and has the ability to be reborn. Although it is not controlled by a virtual god-level figure like Feng Yu, with the blessing of many formations here, it is extremely difficult to completely destroy this fire phoenix.
Feng Yu made a move with his hand, and Yun Xiang returned to the state of the divine sword. Yun Xiang seemed to still be competitive, but was calmed down by Feng Yu. Although he only tried one blow, he could already feel Yun Xiang's qualitative leap.
Yunxiang is an offensive artifact, and few artifacts can outshine its edge.
For a long time after that, Feng Yu remained silent, standing in the void. Strange gray threads flew out of his body, imitating the characteristics of this world. This is what Feng Yu can control after the destiny is fulfilled.
Another special magical power, derivation.
Deductions based on the power of fate are by no means comparable to the grand deduction skills of Three Thousand Avenues. Feng Yu can collect countless relevant or irrelevant information, and use the layered relationships between these information to deduce the results of extremely complex problems.
This technique is the most subtle when used to break formations.
Time passed moment by moment, and the gray threads released by Feng Yu were countless, covering almost half of the sky. Even the tiniest speck of dust in the center of Shenxu had been analyzed tens of thousands of times, and the various results were compared and confirmed with each other.
, Feng Yu’s heavenly eye finally found what he was looking for.
"Last time we caught turtles in a jar, we only killed one Heavenly Lord. This time with the help of this natural formation, I wonder if I can kill several Emperor Realm Supremes."
An extremely cold smile froze at the corner of Feng Yu's mouth. He was brewing a plan. He had clearly discovered Yin and Yang before, but he still let the other party leave. He was just fishing for a big fish and luring you into the urn. This time he not only wanted to give
Those guys who took away his attention and kidnapped his beloved sounded the alarm for seizing souls, and they also wanted to make the other party lose some combat power. Feng Yu would not give up until he got an emperor's life.
Feng Yu's mind moved, and eight artifacts flew out of the body and floated around him. There was another formation disk on his left hand, which was more mysterious than the compass on his right hand.