Broken arm!

Break the lock!

Feng Yue's sword was so decisive and swift that even the Martial Saint on the opposite side didn't have time to react, so he could only watch his right arm fly into the sky and fall into Menghuang's arms!

"How...... How is that possible?"

The Martial Saint and the man in black exclaimed at the same time!

Endless acacia locks into the body, immediately penetrates the whole body, and it is by no means a broken arm that can be cut off!

How did he do it?

Feng Yue snorted, swallowed a small Huitian Pill, where the broken arm was, the blood flow stopped, he held the sword in his left hand, and stared coldly at the Martial Saint and the man in black.

Endless acacia lock, against any innate master, just afraid that he will be caught off guard, but also to eat deflated, once entangled by acacia silk, under the urging of the secret method, almost instantly, this acacia silk will grow and connect the whole meridians, and can no longer be expelled. Even if you can protect yourself from control for a while, it will be sooner or later.

But for Feng Yue, this is different.

The realm of the Martial Emperor, the body is not leaked!

As a "human" body, he has almost reached the perfect state! This foreign Acacia silk, even though it is fierce, it is not easy to invade his body! Until now, the place where Acacia has poured into it has not reached his right shoulder!

Feng Yue has been waiting, and when he waited for the Golden Retriever God to send him the news, he immediately made a decision, and it was difficult!

Broken arms, broken locks! It also broke the expectations of the martial saint!

"You don't want your father's life!"

The martial saint gritted his teeth and looked hideous!

Feng Yue's arm was broken, he was angry at the failure of the plan, and he was heartbroken by the damage to Feng Yue's perfect body!

Feng Yue looked up to the sky and smiled, "If it weren't for the fact that I've been spending time waiting for people to rescue my father, do you think I'm interested in listening to you here first lie and then tell a story?"

I saw the green shadow of Momomu Gong appearing, bending down to Feng Yue and bowing down, with a hint of excitement in his tone.

"Master, fortunately, I am not dishonored! The little one has found the old master, and now he has been sent down the mountain!"

"Ghost!"

The martial saint was furious, "A little ghost, dare to do something bad to me!"

He slapped it with his palm, but Momoki Gong let out a long laugh and disappeared without a trace.

Feng Yue slowly stood up and sneered, "Martial Saint, you are too confident, so you will be planted in the hands of my little ghost!"

They let Fengyue go, but they didn't expect that a ghost who would turn into nothing in the white mist of a pure heart could actually complete the responsibility of saving people.

Feng Bufan was rescued, Feng Yue no longer cared, and now although he has a broken arm, he is still mighty, facing the two martial saints.

The turning point is still on top of the water sharing jade gui he obtained.

This piece of water-splitting jade is not only able to divide water, Feng Yue is present, after getting this thing, the effect of the pure heart white mist blocking the power of heaven and earth has disappeared!

Feng Yue had a thought in his heart, and when the martial saint left, he summoned Taomu Gong and put the water dividing jade gui on his body, and sure enough, this ghost, who would have been injured by the pure heart white mist as soon as he appeared, was indeed no longer affected.

The ghosts come and go without a trace, because of the existence of the pure heart white mist, the people in the Canglan Mountains don't care about this kind of ghost thing at all, so he is floating around here, and it is like entering a no-man's land!

Feng Yue promised him that as long as he could find Feng Bufan, he would remember his great achievements, and he would find a way to help him reshape his body in the future.

Taomu Gong has already obeyed, and now the master ordered, how dare not, try his best to find in the mountains, and sure enough, he found the imprisoned Feng Bufan, beckoned the golden haired god to help, saved Feng Bufan together, and sent him down to Canglan Mountain!

In this way, the situation is reversed!

"Good!

Martial Saint turned blue with anger, and sneered: "You were not my opponent in the first place, and now that you have a broken arm, you still want to resist stubbornly? After all, you still want to be a puppet under my endless lovesickness lock, what is the use of your self-mutilating body?"

Feng Yue let out a long laugh, since he had made the next step, he was naturally prepared.

In the previous life, he had already been a one-armed man for a generation, and he was unwilling to rely on his left hand to fight the world again.

Moreover, the path taken in this life is very different from that in the previous life.

The realm of the Martial Emperor, the body is not leaked!

The key is that this is not missing!

The human form is the perfect person in the body, and if he lacks an arm, how can it be called perfect? Since he comprehended the realm of the Martial Emperor and got this sound that does not leak, even a small pimple will not grow on his body, and from the moment he broke his arm, the body that does not leak began to run wildly, to restore the perfection of the body!

Feng Yue himself could feel that the broken arm that was now in Menghuang's hands was showing a powerful attraction, and it seemed that he was about to move, anxious to return to his body. ,

With the regenerative power of the flesh and meridians now, as long as the severed arm is connected, he is afraid that he will be able to recover by himself without doing anything, this is the mystery of not leaking the body!

But for now, there's no hurry.

In the broken arm, there is the existence of Acacia Silk, and before the two people in front of him are solved and the endless Acacia lock is cleared, he is not in a hurry to take back the broken arm for the time being.

In such a one-armed battle, it is also the pride of the day!

Feng Yue raised his sword lightly, and said with a proud smile: "With just one left hand, I can beat you, a villain with a dirty mind, who can't find the north!"

The way of martial arts, the important thing is to stick to your own path.

Although the martial saint is strong, he does not belong to his mind, and he came up with such a trick, which is very different from his original way of wind and thunder, even if it is the seventh innate level, Feng Yue is not afraid at all!

"Arrogance!"

The martial saint roared angrily, and the sleeves of his robe were flicked lightly, but he heard the faint sound of wind and thunder in it, and it roared.

And the man in black smiled from ear to ear, "Xiao Gao, I said you a long time ago, your path is not suitable for learning from me at all." Now it's being seen by the younger generations, right?"

The martial saint was furious, his palms were connected, and he saw the wind and thunder roaring, and he slammed down on Feng Yue!

Now, he has a deep hatred in his heart, and he no longer cares if he will hurt this body!

Today, after such a big fold, all the calculations, and the sudden success, how can he give up! If he can't be caught again and connected by endless lovesickness, then he can only be broken into thousands of pieces, and his hatred can be relieved a little!

However, Feng Yue smiled indifferently, it was just a sword!

Under the sword, the wind and thunder are all gone!

The martial saint was unsteady on his feet, and with this full blow, it seemed that he had pounced in the air, and he was unsteady on his feet, and he actually stumbled to the ground and knelt on the ground!

The dignified innate seventh-level martial saint was actually under Feng Yue's sword-

- Defeat!

Even the man in black who was watching the show next to him couldn't help but be dumbfounded, unable to believe what he had just seen!

How can it be!

That little man has just broken his arm, it is obviously an extremely weak moment,—— even if he is intact, it is just a congenital fourfold cultivation, the martial saint has stepped into the innate seventh layer for many years, how can he not be able to take a sword, and he is so embarrassed to kneel in front of the other party?

This little swordsmanship, is it really so demonic?

Feng Yue let out a long laugh and stood with his sword in his hand.

"Martial Saint, now that your heart is full of demons, I'm afraid that you can't suppress the invasion of demonic qi in your body, right?

He took two steps forward, pointed the tip of his sword at the Martial Saint, and smiled proudly.

The current situation of the Martial Saint is really full of black energy, trembling all over, and the expression on his face is also painful.

Twenty years of planning, once failed, this is a huge blow to the Martial Saint.

For this endless lovesickness lock, he lost his own daughter, his mind was dark, he turned his back on his way of punishing evil and promoting good, killing demons and eliminating demons, and how to suppress the invasion of demonic energy in his body?

Under the traction of Feng Yue's sword, he fell to his knees suddenly, his heart was full of anger and anger, he was rushed by the demonic qi, and he was suddenly confused, and he was only one step away, and he was about to step into the point of demonization!

The man in black was taken aback, and now he is connected to the Martial Saint, one is prosperous, and the other is lost. If something happened to the Martial Saint, he wouldn't be able to please him, so he flew forward and put a palm against the Martial Saint's back to suppress the demonic qi for him.

Feng Yue didn't rush to draw his sword, he sat down slowly and methodically, and took his broken arm from the stunned Menghuang.

"The Martial Saint is a master of the Innate Sevenfold, and Feng Mou has long wanted to do it, if he takes advantage of the attack of demonic energy, it will be too much of a pity......"

He smiled slightly, "If you have the ability to suppress his demonic energy, I would like to fight him head-on!"

The seventh congenital weight is unattainable in the eyes of the world, but in the eyes of Feng Yue, it is just a stepping stone.

Don't say that the strong strength of the white-robed mysterious woman in the void space, even if it is not long after, the two Long Buyang and Chu madman that Feng Yue is going to fight will far surpass this realm.

Feng Yue really wanted to fight with this Martial Saint with all his might, and see how strong the Innate Seventh Layer was!

His words were indifferent, but the pride contained in them made the man in black couldn't help but be shocked!

Proud of the world!

Who dares to speak like this to the Martial Saint?

Bullying you a martial saint who has not recovered his strength, I have no interest, after you recover your strength, I will come to see how much ability you have—— Fengyue's words, isn't that what it means?

Who does he think he is, the first madman in the world?

The black-clothed man slandered in his heart, even if he was the first Chu madman in the world, on this Canglan Mountain, he was afraid and didn't dare to hold it up like this, after all, he was restricted by the pure heart and white mist, and he really wanted to make a move, even if he really reached the legendary innate ninth weight, he was not the opponent of the Martial Saint!,

Feng Yue ignored him, just held the broken arm in his hand, only to see that because the arm was connected to the dream phoenix through the endless acacia lock, it was like life, twists and turns, and it didn't look like a broken arm at all.

In fact, even if it is not connected to Menghuang's body, does not rely on Menghuang's blood and qi to nourish it, and relies on Fengyue's Martial Emperor Realm to not leak his body, this broken arm will not change much.

Even though it had been divided, Feng Yue still felt that with his own will, he could still control this arm, but the acacia silk wrapped around it was really annoying, he frowned, and raised his sword to pick it up.

Zheng!

On the acacia silk, there was a loud sound, and sure enough, the sword was not injured!

I only heard the man in black sneer, "Endless lovesick lock, how can you cut it with a sword? If you can cut it, why bother to break your arm just now?"

Feng Yue ignored him, stretched out his fingers and rubbed them, only to see a star of flame emerge between the middle finger of his index finger, approaching the acacia silk, wanting to burn it!

"Whew!"

The man in black sneered, "If Acacia is so easy to deal with, what kind of unique secret technique is it......"

The sword is constantly chopping, the fire is constantly burning, and the pulling is continuous, this is the power of Acacia Silk, as long as it is entangled, it is a matter of a generation, he has studied this thing for a hundred years, in fact, it is idle?

There is only one way to cut off the acacia silk.

In the heavens and on the earth, only he knows, even the Martial Saint himself, he doesn't know!

The man in black naturally didn't dare to reveal this method, otherwise, his current martial arts cultivation was already much inferior to the martial saint, if it weren't for the close connection, the martial saint would have already found a way to cut off the acacia and take his life.

It's just this method, he doesn't believe that Feng Yue can find it in a short time.

"Even if you break this acacia silk, what can you do, your arm has been broken, and you can't take it back?

He laughed wildly, and between his words, he was very vicious.

"Pitiful! Pitiful! What a young offspring, he actually became a one-armed man? His limbs are incomplete, which makes people laugh at him! Look at what kind of martial emperor realm you are, what kind of body you don't leak out? You have all been crippled to this point, and you haven't missed a fart!"

He also knows the realm of the Martial Emperor, the saying that the body does not leak, but after all, he has never cultivated it, how can he understand the magic of it?

Suddenly, Feng Yue smiled indifferently, stretched out his hand and pulled it, and heard a loud sound, one of the wisps of acacia silk had been broken!

"What?"

The man in black was stunned, screamed in amazement, and his voice was hoarse!

How could he—how could he rip off this lovesickness?

This is completely impossible? I have studied it for a hundred years, and I know the only weakness of this Acacia, this ...... How could this boy be?

I only heard Feng Yue laughing, stretched out his fingers and flicked it continuously, and the acacia silk cracked in response to his hand, and there was a bang. But after a while, the connection between Feng Yue's broken arm and Menghuang had already been cut off by him!

He grabbed the severed arm and pressed it to his shoulder!

"You...... You ......"

The man in black laughed loudly, suppressing the fear in his heart, "Are you stupid or crazy, even if you happen to find the method of breaking the lovesick silk......, what's the use?

He felt extremely frightened about Feng Yue's tearing off the lovesick silk when he raised his hand, he was afraid that the martial saint would show this, and now he laughed wildly and laughed at Feng Yue, which was nothing more than a cover-up.

But he saw Feng Yue put his broken arm on his shoulder, twisted it slightly, and his expression changed slightly, but in an instant, he showed joy.

I saw that his arm was bent and stretched freely, and he actually connected the broken arm like this!

"How...... How is ......that possible? You're a youkai!"

The black cloth covering the head of the man in black slid down, revealing a dry and pale little old man's face, there was hardly a trace of flesh on his face, his eyes bulged out, his face was pale, and he stared at Feng Yue in disbelief.

A person can easily connect a broken arm, can he still be considered a person?

"Youkai! Youkai!"

He exclaimed in surprise, looking at the Martial Saint beside him in amazement.