"This is the Huaxiang Pavilion of my Lin family. It's not surprising for me to come here. But brother Wang Ying, don't get me wrong. I'm here to discuss important matters with brother Wang Ying." Lin Feng smiled, waved his cloak and said, "I bet you
I also know that Yuxi is here..."
"You don't have to ask?" Wang Ying felt that the Wang family could handle Yu Xi, so he did not accept Lin Feng's negotiation.
"Hahaha, if I tell you that there is another king who will help Yu Xi, do you think I am qualified to discuss this matter with you?" Lin Feng looked at Wang Ying with a smile and said.
He is at the pinnacle of the nine-star Xuan level. Although his end is approaching, the secret skills he practices are comparable to those of a king. Just think about how he can fight against the mysterious Granny Wang.
In this way, the two top powerhouses worked together to discuss how to capture Nie Chenfeng, how to divide his treasures, and even more, they wanted to get the woman with a strange bloodline next to him.
Of course, Nie Chenfeng didn't know this. He just knew that many people were paying attention to his narrow escape today.
"Look, Leng Qingwu finally took out his Fangtian Painted Halberd!" Some monks exclaimed, "This Fangtian Painted Halberd is comparable to a middle-grade venerable weapon. It has its own spirituality."
"Yes, it is rumored that the Death Demon Sword in the hands of the white-haired boy is also a low-grade weapon, but it is more special. It seems that the two of them can compete."
"Tch, this white-haired demon is no match for Holy Lord Leng. This is an era of Xuan-level sainthood. Li Shangtian has already been canonized, and the geniuses of the four major academies are already there. This white-haired demon can't be counted!"
One monk said dissatisfied.
"What do you call this? The Xuan level sainthood is the result of the Xuanzi's breakthrough to the Golden Core realm. Morning Wind has obviously reached this realm, so why is he not the Holy Master?" Another monk retorted.
"Hmph, the so-called 'Holy Lord' has the appearance of a saint and the power of a master. The white-haired devil is just a lost dog with no strong strength behind him. Although he is a dark horse that has made rapid progress, there is no telling whether this dark horse will be successful today.
I want to bleed the Full Moon Lake!" The monk who just spoke continued!
Hearing this, the other monk had nothing to say, because this was indeed true.
"You are the first person who forced me to take the initiative to draw Fang Tian's halberd!" Leng Wuwu finally stopped stuttering. He became somewhat accustomed to talking with Nie Chenfeng and regarded him as his powerful enemy.
"Hahaha, what an honor, but my Death Demon Sword is no worse than yours!" Nie Chenfeng stepped back, pulled out the Death Demon Sword from the scabbard with his right hand, and stepped into the void with his feet.
"Hahaha! You are such a good opponent!" Leng Wuwu smiled up to the sky, the muscles on his face stretched unnaturally.
"Do it!" Nie Chenfeng didn't want to say anything. His life was in danger at any time, and a hidden weapon might fly in at some point and kill him in a sneak attack!
"Hmph!" Hearing this, Leng Wuwu shook his cloak and pointed the Fangtian painted halberd at Nie Chenfeng's chest.
"Drink——" Nie Chenfeng was suppressed by him, and the Death Demon Sword moved upward with force, and then swung out a 20-foot-long white sword energy.
Before being possessed by the demon, the sword energy of the Death Demon Sword was pale, but after Nie Chenfeng sent mad demonic energy into his body, the sword energy turned into billowing black. This is what Nie Chenfeng noticed unintentionally.
"Bang", "Dang".
The two venerable-level weapons stirred up the storm in the sky, making the audience secretly dumbfounded. Even the masters of Nanxuan and Beige, who had finished the preliminary competition, came to watch the battle.
Nan Xuan'er was not surprised when she saw this. This stunning and mysterious woman knew how powerful Nie Chenfeng was the day before yesterday. As for the North Pavilion Master Yu Luoran, she looked at the white-haired boy fighting in the sky with great confusion. She now
She is already a Holy Master of the Xuan-level two-star Golden Core Realm. With the training of the entire Eastern Empire, her cultivation resources are quite abundant!
"Nie Chenfeng, my father has issued a death order for you. You must never come to the Eastern Empire again. This is the only way to preserve your Nie family's bloodline." Yu Luoran said with a smile all over his body, "
I know that my father and Uncle Zhentian are dissatisfied, but..."
"Alas..." Yu Luoran finally sighed. The grievances between the previous generation were not something she could easily understand.
At this time, the battle between Nie Chenfeng and Leng Wuwu had reached a fever pitch. Nie Chenfeng's death magic sword was seen to be enlarged to more than twenty feet, and it struck Leng Qingwu fiercely.
Leng Qingwu was locked by Nie Chenfeng's terrifying aura and had to use his spiritual energy to resist. He instantly raised Fang Tian's painted halberd to block the terrifying magic knife that was attacking him.
"Humph——" Nie Chenfeng frowned, which was a sign of his anger. The death magic knife in his hands drove the endless wind and cloud to press down hard, almost forcing Leng Wuwu to fall from the sky!
"Drink—seeking death!" Leng Wuwu shouted loudly, and tried his best to finally fly out from under the magic knife.
Therefore, the more than 20-foot-long Demonic Death Sword also struck the life and death platform on the ground, and the sword even struck the lake. Suddenly, the entire island with the life and death challenge platform trembled, and the lake surface was also affected.
After paddling, you can even see the unfathomable bottom of the lake under the blade!
Everyone's blood boiled with excitement when they saw this sword that dominated the world, "Oh my god, Holy Lord Leng actually suffered a big loss!"
"Yes, this white-haired boy's death demon sword is so powerful. He can chop down this twenty-foot-long sword while standing in the sky. Isn't that too exaggerated?"
"It would be great if I had such a magic sword. What do you think my broad sword looks like? It must be big or small, and it must be small!"
"Tsk, even if you have it, you won't be able to control it without powerful magic power. Then Nie Chenfeng is indeed the genius who brought down the Nie family!"
…
Nie Chenfeng saw that the blow missed and quickly sheathed the knife, then continued to press towards Leng Qingwu.
At this time, Leng Wuqing's face turned pale, his purple eyes stared at the white-haired boy in front of him and said: "Morrowind, you have angered me!"
"Use whatever moves you can. Although you and I have no hatred, anyone who stands in my way must die!" Nie Chenfeng said proudly.
At this moment, he had full confidence. As long as he held the Death Demon Knife, he would feel like he was in charge of the world!
"Fang Tian painted the halberd, depicting the sky!" Leng Wuwu suddenly whispered a mysterious scripture, and then his body started to spin. Fang Tian painted the halberd in a mysterious and unpredictable trajectory, and finally drew an ancient
The word "Cang".
"Drink! Cang - sky - strike!" Leng Wuwu finally used the terrifying taboo fighting skill. The Fang Tian painted halberd in his hand rotated with the word "Cang" and slashed towards Nie Chenfeng.
Nie Chenfeng's face became solemn when he saw this. Of course he could feel the terrifying fluctuations contained in the full moon halberd. His mind changed and he quickly thought of the best way to defeat this "strike from the sky".
"Morrowind, don't let me down!" Leng Wuwu said proudly, but the Fangtian Painted Halberd in his hand dropped without mercy, looking a little cold-blooded.
Nie Chenfeng stood in the sky, his whole body was pressed by this huge energy, and even drops of blood overflowed. All the bones in his body were "creeping", as if they were about to break apart at any time, thinking: "What if?"
If I use ancient characters, I'm afraid I'll be noticed by Yu Xi and other peerless experts, so I'll use the 'Big Dragon Claw Hand'!"
On the third floor of Tianxiang Pavilion, an old man in luxurious purple clothes looked at the battle in the sky outside the window, nodded lightly and said: "This Leng Wuwu is really a good seedling, his talent is probably not much weaker than Li Shangtian!
"
Vice Dean Yu Xi, who was dressed in a white crane robe, sat across from him. After looking at Leng Qingwu's "Heaven Strike", he said: "Old friend, how do you think Nie Chenfeng should be defeated? This Leng Wuqing
This ruthless move is extremely exquisite. If you reach the realm of great achievements and have the cultivation level of you and me, I am afraid that you will never be able to meet your opponent!"
"Hehehe, yes. I think that this white-haired boy has a pair of eyes to see through the world at such a young age. To crack this move, I am afraid he will have to use the "Eight Steps Against Heaven" taught by the Sword King." The old man in purple stroked his finger.
He stroked his beard and guessed.
This old man was the one who rescued Nie Chenfeng twice. He was also the real owner of Yunlai Inn, and was even related to the largest auction venue in the City of Chaos.
Not far away from where the two were sitting opposite each other, Chen and Wu looked at the two kings playing chess with unsightly expressions. They did not expect that Yuxi had invited a peerless powerhouse to help out.
"Damn it, this old bastard from Yuxi is so abominable, he actually plotted against the two of us!" The sinister Elder Wu said through his spiritual consciousness.
"Yes, this King in Purple Clothes is not something you and I can mess with. It seems we made the right move by secretly informing Lin Feng!" Elder Chen said, holding the crutch in his withered hand.
"Oh, it's a pity that the clan leader was not called here. Otherwise, with the two clan heads Chen Xiaotian and Wudu here, would it be necessary to put this white-haired boy to death?" Elder Wu sighed, his sunken eye sockets were terrifying.
"Yes. There was not enough time. This boy even injured Chen Shen and Wu Sha, and several of our elders also died in his hands. Otherwise, would he still be alive?" Elder Chen was furious.
The way.
"Hmph! Chen and Wu, how about we come over and play two games of chess together?" the king named "Purple King" said coldly, wanting to control these two people.
"Oh? No, no, the vice president is just playing chess with you. I am not very talented and have poor chess skills, so let's forget it." Elder Chen and Wu waved their hands.
"Hahaha..." The purple-clothed king smiled slightly, and then looked at the battle outside the window.
At this moment, the old man in purple suddenly changed his expression and stared intently at the fighting skills of the white-haired young man Nie Chenfeng. Even the black chess piece in his hand that had not yet fallen fell onto the chessboard.
After a long time, he murmured to himself: "Did I see it wrong?"
"Hehehe, King Ziyi, you read that right, that boy always brings surprises to this dean, and he actually knows such ancient and taboo fighting skills!" Yu Xi also said with admiration, his eyes sparkled.
I got up and felt that it was a good thing that I didn't suppress Nie Chenfeng.
At this time, the battle outside the window had already entered a state where the outcome could be determined by one move. Leng Qingwu's strongest attack was opposite to Nie Chenfeng's sudden "Big Dragon Claw Hand".
In the sky, a silvery-white halberd bit into Nie Chenfeng's head like a galloping dragon. But at this critical moment, a gleaming golden Canglong claw appeared out of the sky and grabbed it under the astonished gaze of everyone.