Hanging lonely on the mountain wall, the light is getting weaker and weaker, and some words above the mountain wall can be faintly seen. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"The Fengwang Sutra is about to be born. ”

People rejoiced. Many masters are looking forward to this place, even risking their lives, isn't it just to wait for the birth of this peerless divine codex?

Tang Fengyue and the others also stood up.

Wang Zhanqing said: "After a while, the Phoenix King Sutra is born, I'm afraid there will be another fight." ”

Tian Wanrong sighed and said: "Since the Fengwang Sutra is engraved on the stone wall, why can't everyone sit down calmly and observe and study together?"

Wang Zhanqing said with a smile: "The reason why the world's strange studies are called strange studies is not only exquisite in itself, but also related to the fact that they are rarely circulated. If it becomes a big road goods, how to show its specialness. ”

This smile is quite helpless.

Tang Fengyue was also silent for a while.

As Tian Wanrong said, maybe there will be a lot less vendetta and bloodshed in the rivers and lakes, but you can't ask everyone to be so generous and willing to share their mastery with others.

Not to mention, let's just say that now, the few people present are peak super masters, can they tolerate some people whose strength is far lower than their own, and watch the Phoenix King Sutra together?

Others are okay to say, what if some young geniuses are allowed to watch it, and it won't be long before they surpass them?

Rumble!

In reverie, the lonely hanging mountain wall suddenly began to shake, and even more debris fell on the surface, as if it was undergoing a metamorphosis.

At the same time, the formation that shrouded the mountain wall was also crumbling, and it was on the verge of collapse.

"There was a wave of blood before, and a new wave is about to start again, and this time the old man has to take action himself. ”

A white and chubby old man said with a smile, and there were female Jiaolong and others standing next to him.

This chubby old man is a hypocritical protector among the four protectors of the East China Sea Flying Heaven Gate. This person has a merciful face and evil heart, kills people without blinking, and the lives in his hands are several times more than the extermination of the Dharma Protector.

"Humph!"

The crocodile gate master glanced at the side of the martial artists of the Great Zhou Kingdom.

Now, he naturally understands that he doesn't want to kill Tang Fengyue by himself, but if Tang Fengyue doesn't die, others can always kill him.

"Some ordinary people, vulgar people, there is no need to stay here, so as not to defile the Fengwang Sutra. ”

Yan Lingfeng, who had double braids on his sideburns and an extraordinary handsome appearance, looked around.

Glancing at him, many super masters trembled from the bottom of their hearts, and immediately had the urge to turn around and run.

"If you don't have the ability, get out, otherwise Hugh blames Lao Tzu for being ruthless under the sword!"

It was an old-looking, black-haired old man with a rusty iron sword at his waist, and he looked unremarkable. But no one dared to despise him.

Because he has a very loud name, called the old man with embroidered swords. This is always the famous killing god of Li Tianguo in the past, and he once had a terrible record of slaughtering thirteen Heavenly List masters in one night.

Waves of astonishing momentum spread out from the closest place to the lonely hanging mountain wall, spreading in all directions, intimidating the audience.

If the killing initiated by the female Jiaolong before was just a small fight of the younger generation, then at this moment, the older generation couldn't sit still and began to prepare to clean up the scene.

"Be careful, you are surrounded by enemies, and we must work together to defend against a strong enemy. ”

Tang Fengyue's face was solemn and said in a deep voice.

Now that his injuries are basically complete, his skills are naturally not affected. But even so, in the face of the killing chaos that followed, there was still a sense of instability.

Because there are too many masters on the scene.

Among the younger generation, the cross swordsman of Xiling Kingdom, Yan Lingfeng, the prodigy of Great Yan Kingdom, and the golden axe of Li Tianguo, all made him feel extremely dangerous.

There is no doubt that the strength of these three people is better than that of the Blue Moon Prince.

Among the older generation of characters, the crocodile master can only be regarded as the weakest peak super master, such as the hypocritical protector of the Feitianmen, the old man with the embroidered sword of Li Tianguo, etc., which is a few grades stronger than the former.

When it comes to the real fight, Tang Fengyue can't even guarantee that all the friends around him will survive.

He suddenly felt a deep sense of powerlessness, and his strength was still too low.

In front of the mountain wall, the atmosphere is solemn.

"Brother Tang, let's go first. ”

Wang Zhanqing and others walked up.

Although they also look forward to the Fengwang Sutra in their hearts, they are very self-aware, and they know that if they stay, not only will their lives be difficult to protect, but they will also drag down Tang Fengyue and others, so it is better to leave in style.

No matter how precious the Fengwang Sutra is, if you don't have a life to enjoy it, what is the point?

"The surname is Tang, when we get out of the Fengwang cemetery, we will talk about wine again. ”

Xiao Yinlong patted Tang Fengyue's shoulder.

"Brother Tang, take care. ”

Holding the unconscious Chi Zhongyue, I said lightly.

Jian Li and Tian Wanrong did not speak, but looking at the eyes of Tang Fengyue and the others, they were also full of worry and blessings.

"Little junior brother, we are waiting for you outside. ”

The Seventh Son of Worry-Free said in a solemn tone.

If they could, a group of them would be eager to call Tang Fengyue and the others to go together.

But they know that when their strength reaches that point, if they don't flee without a fight, it will only affect their personal will. Once one's will is weakened, it is very likely that he will fall behind in the competition with the top talents of his peers.

Wang Zhanqing and the others left.

When the other masters saw this, they also set off. However, they did not have Wang Zhanqing and the others, they only retreated thousands of meters away, and then stopped there.

"It's a good idea to see us kill each other and then take advantage of the fishermen. ”

The old man with the embroidered sword showed a sneer of impatience, and the murderous aura on his body spread out like a violent wind, and then he suddenly drew his sword and flew forward to slash forward.

This sword light slashed out thousands of meters away, as if it was about to cut the heavens and the earth into left and right halves.

"No!"

"It's not good, run away!"

The killing was coming, and the masters in the distance were terrified, but how could they escape the life-killing sword of Li Tian's killing god.

Laugh at!

Along the position of the long sword, many masters were divided into two, and they were directly divided, and the incision was bright and smooth, as if it had been carefully polished.

"The cycle of good and evil is clear to heaven. I want to clean up the filth of the world with kindness, hehe. ”

The hypocritical protector laughs kindly, but his hands are unusually vicious.

No one found out how he appeared thousands of meters away, only that when he appeared, his fat hands stirred up a hellish bloody scene.

Dozens of super masters, under his swing, directly exploded into a blood mist, and even the bones were not left.

Under the several attacks of the old man with the embroidered sword and the hypocritical protector, the super master who fled thousands of meters away and had a small calculation in his heart was almost killed and injured!

Counting up, the battle of the Fengwang Cemetery has caused the world's martial arts to lose at least thousands of super masters, accounting for almost a fraction of the total number of super masters.

This is a staggering number, which is equivalent to a large number of martial arts elites in the past hundred years.

The old man with the embroidered sword and the hypocritical protector are not good stubble, and after clearing the garbage in their eyes, they exchanged another trick with each other. With a bang, the ground shook, and the two of them retreated together.

On the other side, the killing in front of the lonely mountain wall broke out again.

There were a lot fewer people here than there were kilometers away, but the fighting was much more intense.

"Kill!"

On the side of the Great Zhou Kingdom, under the leadership of Tang Fengyue, led by him, Yang Ruoxu, the little spear king, Xiong Wei, the little boxing king, the embroidered eyebrow girl, Qin Chu, Xiao Duyu, Meteor Swordsman and other six peerless geniuses were supplemented, and the seven terrifying qi like rolling torrents slaughtered the opponents around them, causing the void blood waves to roll.

Bang!

The earth shook non-stop, and in the first wave of attacks, Tang Fengyue's seven people did not move like a mountain.

The killing is on, and a pair of masters fight to one place.

Prodigy Yan Lingfeng glanced at it, and actually took the initiative to attack the Golden Axe Tian Bugu with a pair of fleshy palms.

"Yan Lingfeng, you're tired of living. ”

Tian Bugu pulled out the golden axe behind him and slashed it out, and the axe shook the heavens and the earth, and the power was terrifying.

"The sky is not lonely, today Yan Lingfeng defeated you first, so as to cut off a strong opponent who competes for the first master in the world. ”

Yan Lingfeng laughed wildly, his body was like a flying swallow, and his flesh palm shook the thunderbolt axe.

Bang bang bang.

The two Tianjiao fought each other, which immediately caused chaos on the scene.

But no one paid attention to them at the moment, because everyone was in the middle of the fight.

"Give me death. ”

The Blue Moon Prince's face was embarrassed, and his long sword kept swinging, and he was entangled by the reincarnation hook Ding Ming.

Originally, with the strength of the Blue Moon Prince, where was Ding Ming an opponent. However, his spirit was injured by Tang Fengyue and had not yet healed, resulting in a great loss of skill, and it was very difficult to beat Ding Ming.

The two sects before and after the Demon Gate are also on the same page.

Li Shirong took the medicine given by Tang Fengyue, and because she had cultivated the Heavenly Demon Body Refining Dafa, although the recovery speed of her injuries was not as perverted as Tang Fengyue, she was also seven or eight percent better.

"You witch, killing your fellow sects, aren't you afraid of becoming a sinner of the demon sect through the ages?"

The Holy Son of the Demon Gate was forced to the end of the mountain and shouted.

Li Shirong said with a smile: "The Demon Gate has been divided since ancient times, and what Shi Rong is doing today is just to prepare for the integration of the Demon Gate." With a sweep of the long sword, it shook away the Black Glory and Bai Wutian who were standing in front of him.

"The two seniors, the Holy Son of the Demon Gate is crazy, and it is not enough to plan, do you want to lose your life for him, you need to know that the person who knows the times since ancient times is Junjie. ”

Li Shirong said in a deep voice.

Hei Zhiyao and Bai Wutian glanced at each other, and after struggling, they finally gave up at the same time.

They are demonic people, adhering to the principle of the dead Dao friends not dying and the poor Dao, and today it is clear that the Holy Son of the Demon Gate is weak, and they don't want to take their lives.

"You ......"

The Holy Son of the Demon Gate was furious, but before he could say a word, he had been cut off by Li Shirong's sword light.

"Everyone, retreat. ”

Li Shirong immediately made a decision, and after exterminating most of the stubborn forces of the previous sect, as soon as he saw the situation, he immediately took the lead and flew away from the scene.

Tang Fengyue admired it, this woman was brave and strategic, and her temperament was decisive, and she was indeed a few ranks higher than the Holy Son of the Demon Gate.

About half an hour later, the battle on the scene was already in the white-hot stage.

At this moment, there was a loud bang in the distance, as if the sky was about to be punched out of a large hole by the violent force.

All the masters present, under the influence of this force, felt a tremor from their bodies to their souls.

"This is, the power of a king-level master?"

The hypocritical protector couldn't laugh anymore, and his face became ugly.