Lu Sanchuan used "Hell's Ice Mountain" again, trying to resist the Heaven-Destroying Immortal Hammer. Three icebergs stood in the sky, but they were shattered by the Heaven-Destroying Immortal Hammer.
The Heaven-Destroying Immortal Hammer is indestructible and cannot be blocked at all.
"boom!"
Lu Sanchuan's palms were blasted with blood marks, and the blood rolled down his white arms. His whole body was beaten to the ground, as if he was buried alive.
The power of the Heaven-Shaking Immortal Hammer is too great. It is composed by Xiaoyan's technique. It can borrow a trace of the forbidden weapons from ancient myths and legends for its own use. The ordinary psychics in the Heavenly Skills Book may not be able to use it.
Block.
Feng Feiyun has understood two-fortieths of Xiao Yan's technique and can use two magical moves, one of which is the Heaven-Slaying Immortal Hammer.
"The ancient forbidden weapon is invincible. Even if it is just a shadow, it can break all laws in the world."
Lu Sanchuan flew up from the soil, and the white Confucian clothes on his body were like a white snake skin. He took off his clothes in an instant and whirled in the air, becoming a hundred feet wide, like a cloth bag that encompassed the universe.
The inside of the white Confucian clothes is covered with talismans written in the spirit stone powder, there are 720 of them. The light shines like 720 sky lanterns, condensing the white clothes into the world.
No wonder he took refuge under the door of the Seventh Hall of Senluo Hall and still didn't take off his Confucian clothes. It turned out that there was such a mystery.
Feng Feiyun flipped his hand, and a black brilliance flew out, and he hit the Heaven-Destroying Immortal Hammer. It was as majestic as an iron mountain and hit across the sky, shattering dozens of talismans inside the white Confucian clothes, but it was
Without breaking it, it was like a huge boulder hitting a gauze flying in the air and being wrapped up.
Green clouds lingered in the white Confucian clothes, taking Feng Feiyun in.
"Haha! I caught you so easily. You are indeed a rough man who only knows how to use brute force." Lu Sanchuan smiled disdainfully, and a piece of brilliance condensed on his palm. He took back the bulging white Confucian clothes and pinched it.
in hand.
White clothes are like a cloth bag, which can hold the heaven and the earth, and it can easily hold a person.
All the students at the Vientiane Pagoda looked embarrassed. Feng Daniu was defeated by Lu Sanchuan, a bitch, and even his body was taken into the white clothes of Qiankun. It was over.
"Boom!" Qiankun Baiyi shook violently and expanded to the size of a large hall, as if it was about to burst.
This guy...
Lu Sanchuan's expression changed greatly, and he quickly fired out the hellish ice energy to freeze the Qiankun Bag, but it was too late. The Qiankun Bag was burst by a bronze spirit boat. The bronze spirit boat actually expanded to more than seventy meters in height.
, as long as two main halls.
The captain of the Shenwu Army rushed out, holding the corner of the bronze spirit boat, like carrying a bronze mountain, and directly bombarded Lu Sanchuan's head, knocking half of Lu Sanchuan's head away.
The white skulls flew out.
"Bang!"
Lu Sanchuan rolled five times in the air and rolled to the ground with a "bang" sound.
"I'll beat you up for killing a fellow bastard!"
Feng Feiyun's voice was like thunder, and he blasted the bronze spirit boat out again. Lu Sanchuan resisted desperately and sacrificed five treasures, but they were all shattered by the green light on the surface of the bronze spirit boat and turned into powder.
Click!
One of Lu Sanchuan's legs was broken from the thigh and was blown away by the bronze spirit boat. Blood foam spattered all over his body, and the black robe on his body was shattered into pieces, like black butterflies flying.
"Kill you, this weakling who has taken refuge in the evil sect."
The huge bronze spirit boat, stained with rust, crashed down again, shattering one of Lu Sanchuan's arms and turning it into a pool of blood and mud connected to his shoulder.
Lu Sanchuan hit the Nine Palm Hell Ice Mountain, but it couldn't stop the power of the bronze spirit boat and was easily crushed.
The Bronze Spirit Boat was so powerful that if he really wanted to kill him, only one blow would be enough, but Feng Feiyun didn't want to let him die so easily.
"Stop fighting, please stop fighting!" Lu Sanchuan was indeed a weakling, and he began to beg, without any backbone that a cultivator should have.
The whole audience burst into boos. Not only the students from the Wanxiang Pagoda showed contempt for him, but even the disciples of the evil sect in the Seventh Hall of the Senluo Hall looked embarrassed and looked down on Lu Sanchuan for his cowardice.
Although the disciples of the evil sect are extremely vicious, they are still people with integrity. Just like Huang Daonan, Heifengyan and other evil sect's geniuses who died in Feng Feiyun's hands, they would not even beg for a word even if they died.
Immortal cultivators should not only have arrogance, but also have backbone. Otherwise, if they kneel on the ground and beg for mercy after being beaten twice, then have all the cultivators become dogs?
"I won't fight. I feel like my hands are dirty even if I hit you. I'll kill you, you piece of shit." Feng Feiyun was filled with murderous aura and his eyes were red. He really had the intention to kill.
Lu Sanchuan naturally felt the strong murderous aura. He knew that no matter how hard he begged, the other party would never let him go. He gritted his teeth and stood up on one foot, planning to fight for his life.
"You forced me to do this. Just die! My blood is burning and my strength is God-given!"
At the wounds of Lu Sanchuan's broken arm and hand, the blood no longer flowed, but burned. The three hundred and thirty vital points in his body were fully opened, like three hundred and thirty whirlpools, frantically absorbing the energy in the air.
Aura.
"The seventh level of "Hell's Ice Art", the hell's ice realm!"
This is Lu Sanchuan's last trump card. It takes half of his lifespan and half of his potential to be used against the will of heaven, the Ice Realm of Hell.
The sky and the earth turned into a world of ice. The sky was cyan, the ground was cyan, and the air was cyan. Countless mountains of ice were suspended, wrapping the entire Qianmei Manor. Countless plum trees were covered in an instant.
Sealed by ice.
The power of the Hell Ice Realm is more than five times greater than the power of the Hell Ice Mountain.
"I won't discuss hitting you!"
Feng Feiyun's whole body was frozen by ice, and his arms were covered with a thick layer of ice, but he couldn't stop his murderous heart at all. He carried a bronze spirit boat and strode out, blasting the entire ice world of hell.
A large piece of it collapsed.
He put away the bronze spirit boat and rushed directly into the ice world of hell. He lifted Lu Sanchuan up, held it above his head, and smashed it to the ground. It fell to pieces and blood spattered on Feng Feiyun's body.
On the iron armor, drops rolled down.
"boom!"
Lu Sanchuan was beaten to death by Feng Feiyun!
The ice realm of hell collapsed, revealing a man wearing blood-colored armor, standing in the cold wind with an extremely majestic figure.
This scene is very similar to the last warrior who did not fall on the battlefield. The ground was full of dead bodies and covered in blood. He refused to fall and no one could make him fall.
Liu Chengfeng, an unparalleled genius, was suffocated by it at this moment. He felt an oppressive aura. Where did this evil star come from? Did he have to kill all the disciples of the evil sect before he would be willing to do so?
Ji Feng stared at the iron-armored captain, a gleam flashed in his eyes. This scene made him feel familiar. Once upon a time, Feng Feiyun was like this, tricking people without paying for their lives, and many unparalleled geniuses died in his hands.
.
"This Feng Daniu is so awesome, even Lu Sanchuan was beaten to death by him."
Although the students at the Vientiane Pagoda all hoped that Lu Sanchuan would die in the hands of the commander of the Shenwu Army, when this scene actually happened, they were a little unbelievable. After all, Lu Sanchuan was so famous in the Vientiane Pagoda and had accumulated prestige for many years. Now he is so powerful.
The corpse was on the spot, which made people feel very unreal.
The smile on Nalan Xue Zhan's face had long since disappeared. His eyes were fixed on Feng Feiyun, treating him as a formidable opponent. The nine ancient swords suspended behind him all began to vibrate and tremble.
The nine swords were unsheathed at the same time and turned into nine sword shadows, suspended in front of Nalan Xue Burial's body. The sword tip pointed directly at Feng Feiyun, still making a "thumping" sound.
This is the phenomenon of "Nine Swords Protecting the Master" that will only occur when encountering a top master. Even the swords feel the threat and automatically fly out to protect the master.
"Come back!" Nalan Xuezian shouted sharply, and the nine ancient swords flew back to the scabbard automatically like obedient children.
Feng Feiyun naturally saw this scene. This Nalan Snow Burial was not simple. He was able to train the sword to such an extent. He did not know how much hard work was spent, and he had reached the state of "sword refining like a slave".
He is the slave of the sword, and the sword is also his slave.
This is an ancient sword cultivation realm, and even many giants may not be able to cultivate their swords to the current realm.
Nalan Xue had just completed the Great Perfection of Divine Foundation in his burial, and had already reached such a state. No wonder he was called one of the three most terrifying people in the new generation of the evil sect, a figure that even the disciples of the evil sect were afraid of.
"Feng Da Niu!" Nalan Xue'an raised the corner of his mouth and read out the name to himself, saying: "When I, Nalan Xue'an, cooked my mother and ate her flesh and blood when I was five years old, I then beat my father.
Use its essence and blood to sacrifice and refine the Nine Swords. Cut off family ties and humanity, just to cultivate the Nine Nether Heartless Demonic Sword."
"When I was ten years old, I left my family and traveled half of the Jin Dynasty. I practiced sword techniques by killing people and cannibalizing human flesh and blood to tell myself that if you don't eat people, others will eat you."
Nalan Xue was only fourteen or five years old. He was wearing a rich brocade robe with a black robe tied behind him. He was very tall and handsome, much like a prince.
But after he said these words, people felt chilled.
Even family ties can be cut off. How terrifying is this ruthless sword?
"Why are you telling me this?" Feng Feiyun stared at Nalan Xue Zhan's sharp eyes, which were colder than the icebergs of hell.
"Because you are already qualified to listen to my story." Nalan Xuezian sneered.
"That's such an honor!" Feng Feiyun said.
"You don't have to be honored. I just want to tell you that after killing you, I will drink your blood and eat your flesh, because you already have the qualification." Nalan Xue Burial revealed a mouthful of pure white lips
Teeth, grinning.
"This... doesn't seem to be an honor."
When Feng Feiyun said this, Nalan Snow Burial's sword had already flown out.