Chapter 342 The sun and the moon are on the same day
On the battlefield, it was freezing cold. Only the mysterious man wearing black clothes and a black hat stood in the center, holding a sword in his hand, which was intimidating.
There is no shortage of brave people in this world. Even in the face of death, they dare to fight.
"Uh-huh."
One of the geniuses of the Xiyue Clan, "Xiyue Tang", came from the Xiyu Prefecture. He was a man who was not afraid of anything. He was once the king of the younger generation of the Xiyu Prefecture. There were only a few people in the Xiyu Prefecture who could compare with him. ,
Tang Xiyue was arrogant and arrogant. He practiced the secret book "Cangyu Jin" and became extremely fast, like a divine fish flying onto the battlefield.
There are nine blue fish scales on his wrist, each one is as big as a palm.
"Xi Yuetang comes to fight with Your Excellency." Xi Yuetang stood on the edge of the fighting platform, with a bronze shield floating on his chest and a spiritual stone inlaid in the center. The light was like fire and dazzling.
Feng Feiyun said: "If you want to fight with me, you must be prepared to die at any time."
Xiyuetang smiled disdainfully: "I know that your cultivation is strong and your sword skills are profound, but I, Xiyuetang, am not a vegetarian. In today's world, there are probably not many young people who can kill me."
After saying that, he took out the bronze shield and wrapped it around himself, as if he was wearing a yellow armor.
Feng Feiyun didn't talk much. The war sword flew out and turned into a red luan. It let out a long cry. In just a moment, the hot flames melted the bronze shield.
Xiyue Tang's expression changed sharply. The temperature of this sword was too high. It actually melted the red copper shield of the Abyss in an instant.
The green fish surrounds its body with strength, as if it is protected by a divine fish. Nine fish scales fall off from the arm, and the surface is dazzling and sharp as a sword.
"Uh-huh."
With a red war sword, a huge firebird soared into the sky and swallowed the divine fish in one mouthful.
The sky is full of strange phenomena, fish shadows are mysterious, and firebirds are like mountains. It presents a magnificent world, which makes the young talents under the battlefield feel inexplicably excited. The cultivation of the young generation of heroes can be so powerful. , simply appalling,
"This Xiyue Tang is indeed the top talent of the Xiyue Clan, and his combat power will not be weaker than that of Xiyue Lanshan on the epic talent list..."
Just when someone was admiring, Xiyue Tang had already been pierced by a sword and flew out from the battle platform, with blood all over his body, like a rain of blood falling down.
"Bang."
Xiyue Tang rolled down at the foot of the hundred-step stone staircase and remained motionless. A young man from the Xiyue clan came to help him. His body instantly shattered, with lines like spider webs. Finally, it couldn’t be broken anymore, and he collapsed. For a bloody sand,
Xiyue Tang died like this. He was hit by countless swords. Not even a bone as big as a finger could be found in his body.
The young monks present all looked at each other in confusion. The two evil sect highnesses and the three evil sect witches all took a few steps back. Their cultivation was stronger than that of ordinary young monks, so they were naturally more able to see how powerful this mysterious young man was. To such an extent, it is precisely because of this that they become more taboo in their hearts.
The little princess's eyes flickered, full of curiosity about this mysterious young man.
"The cultivation level is so strong. Why is Nantai Mansion really the place where most monsters are born?" Wang Meng's injuries had recovered a little, and he spat on the ground, with a look of madness on his hairy face. laugh,
Above the Jade Palace, the two remaining kings of the younger generation fell into silence. Even if there were peerless beauties standing in front of them, it would be difficult for them to relax.
Yao Jishi stood there calmly, running his slender snow-white fingers on the jade railing. His graceful body stood proudly, like a fairy lotus, fresh and refined, poetic and picturesque. The beauty was dressed in white, and every inch of her body was beautiful.
The skin is full of spirituality and temptation,
"You evildoer, your cultivation is so powerful that even the kings of the younger generation can kill you." Yao Ji's beautiful eyes are full of nectar, and the corners of his crystal mouth are full of honey. His snow cheeks are glowing with a faint red cloud, and the white fairy light condenses on his head, seducing him.
People are boundless,
Behind her, the two kings of the younger generation were shocked when they heard her extremely delicate voice and straightened their backs. One of them said: "His cultivation is indeed powerful, but he is not invincible."
"How dare you two fight with him?"
Yao Ji's small waist slightly twisted, turned sideways, revealing half of her beauty, her perfect and delicate face, and her waterfall-like autumn waves, just like a snow fairy standing in front of her, making the two young kings
I was completely fascinated by it, as if my soul had been taken away.
An elegant back figure can fascinate them. Now that they see her face, it is like seeing the legendary Lingbo Fairy.
She has a soft neck, firm breasts, tight waist, and round hips. Her temperament is ethereal, and her petite and exquisite body is like a beauty from heaven. No one can refuse her.
"Of course... I dare to fight." One of the young kings said,
"It's not difficult to win against him." Another young king said,
Yao Ji shook his head and advised: "If you fight him, you will die."
"Huh, I'm going to take his life now." The young king of the Sun Moon Immortal Sect disappeared directly from the place, and the next moment, he landed on the battlefield,
Yao Ji's beautiful eyes were full of smiles. She was imagining how this young king of the generation would look when he was killed. The more she thought about it, the more excited she became. She couldn't help but touch her crystal clear face. There was a kind of
An indescribable sense of accomplishment,
"Sun Moon Immortal Sect, Zhao Songyang."
This king of the younger generation is wearing a Taoist robe, with a bright sun in front of him and a spiritual moon on his back. He has an immortal charm about him.
His cultivation is so profound that he can condense the shadow of the Immortal Palace between his eyebrows.
Many monks saw how extraordinary this young talent was. When he announced his name, they were all shocked.
"The Sun and Moon Immortal Sect is one of the three most powerful immortal sects in the Dizi Mansion. It is extremely ancient. In terms of age, it is not even different from the four major sects."
"Zhao Songyang is the most outstanding figure of the younger generation of the Sun and Moon Immortal Sect. He once practiced in the monastic mountains of the Immortal Sect, broke into an ancient immortal mansion, and obtained an ancient spiritual sword, which is a third-grade spiritual weapon."
"Zhao Songyang reached the fourth level of destiny ten years ago. With his supreme talent and his extraordinary luck, in ten years, he should have reached the peak of the fourth level of destiny and will soon be able to break through.
The fifth level of destiny."
"This is the king among the young kings. Many people in the underground gambling palace have bet huge sums of money on him."
"If this mysterious man can defeat Zhao Songyang, I am afraid that no one will dare to step on the stage again today, and he will be the first person to qualify today."
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There are many young talents from other battle platforms who come here and refuse to leave. There are more and more monks under the battle platform.
Zhao Songyang stood tall and graceful, his Taoist robe was pure and elegant, and said: "What do you call me, Your Excellency?"
"If you win the battle, you will naturally know my name."
The aura on Feng Feiyun's body was extremely sharp, and his body seemed to have turned into a war blade. The war sword did not leave his body, so he directly lifted the hilt and struck suddenly, causing invisible waves to surge out.
"Bang."
The hilt of the sword seemed to shatter the air,
Zhao Songyang held the scorching sun with one hand and the bright moon with the other, just like holding a piece of blue sky, catching Feng Feiyun's blow,
"Boom." The air waves collided, and the entire battle platform was filled with strong winds.
This is the first time that someone has been able to catch the mysterious man's blow. Zhao Songyang's cultivation is stronger than the previous two.
Many people were excited, feeling that they were about to witness an unprecedented battle, a direct confrontation between the younger generation of kings.
"One is the descendant of the ancient Immortal Cult, and the other is the descendant of the unparalleled demon. They are both from famous masters. One is good and the other is evil. I don't know whether good can suppress evil or evil can defeat good." Some of the older generation monks said. He became excited and stared at the battlefield with bright eyes,
"Zhao Songyang is the descendant of the Black Sun Messenger of the Sun Moon Immortal Sect. The Black Sun Messenger is a madman who has dominated the world of immortality for hundreds of years. He must have taught him countless top-notch magical powers. If you can peek at one or two of them, then This is a great opportunity.”
"The Red Luan Demon Sword is a world-shaking sword technique. The unparalleled demons have used this set of sword techniques to kill many giant-level figures. If one can understand one and a half moves of this set of demon swords, it will be of great help to the cultivation of Taoism." The benefits of.”
Feng Feiyun's face was hidden under the bamboo hat, and he raised his lips slightly. A bright and hot aura surged out of his body, "Although Zhao Songyang's cultivation is powerful, it has not broken through the fifth level of destiny. It can be done within five moves." If you defeat him, you can kill him within ten moves."
Nine huge red luanans soared from the sword's edge and turned into a nine-petal fire lotus, covering the entire battle platform. Feng Feiyun held the battle sword and floated above the center of the fire lotus. Mobilize the power of the nine red luan to suppress Zhao Songyang with overwhelming force.
The sun and moon coexist above Zhao Songyang's head, and the blue sky and white clouds are like a world of immortality derived from his body.
"Uh-huh."
A white ancient sword came out from between his eyebrows, a hundred meters long, with tens of thousands of patterns condensed on it, like a divine jade, like a Nine Heavens Divine Sword.
This is a third-grade spiritual weapon. Its power is huge, and its spirituality is even more astonishing. You can clearly feel the spirit of the weapon singing in the sword body, just like there is a sage hidden in the ancient sword.
With one slash of his sword, he broke through the red luan fire lotus, rushed out of the battle curtain, and charged towards Feng Feiyun.
Feng Feiyun also became cautious. Third-grade spiritual weapons were no small matter, and their combat power was enough to determine the outcome of a battle.
Although Feng Feiyun also has the third-grade spiritual weapon Miaogui Snap, he cannot use it and can only rely on sword techniques to win.
"When Hong Luan comes out, the world will be white."
Feng Feiyun sacrificed his war sword, suspended it above his head, and turned into a red luan, but like the golden crow in myths and legends, it turned into a scorching sun that rose into the sky and illuminated the world.
On the battle platform, sword soul marks were flying all over the sky, and a red luan was suspended in the air, with a dazzling light. The dazzling light spread almost throughout the entire imperial city. The monks in other battle platforms saw the strange phenomenon here, and there were many evildoers. Talents of all levels are flying towards the yellow battle platform,