Chapter 910
Feng Yaotian didn't talk too much, his body was surging with wind spirit power, he started the Fengshen sword technique, and killed Yang Wuhui.
His wind spiritual power is extremely powerful. After all, he has stayed in this realm for decades. Although he has not taken another step, his spiritual power has been refined to the purest level.
It is also a fairyland, but one is the peak, and the other is the early stage. Yang Wuhui also used the Fengshen sword technique, but in terms of spiritual power and sword power, Feng Yaotian was obviously weaker.
"Clang clang"
On the arena, the wind spirit power whistled and the sword qi surged. This was a unique opportunity for the sword master Dugu promise to observe the Fengshen swordsmanship.
Therefore, he exerted his strength in advance, ended the seventh game, and rushed over here.
"Fengshen swordsmanship is worthy of the heaven-level martial arts. Among the many swordsmanships of the human race, it can be ranked in the top ten." Dugu promised.
"In your opinion, who wins and who loses?" Tang Tianjun asked.
"I can't see it." Dugu promise said, "Fengshen swordsmanship is the strongest style, for the instant ten thousand swords shot, the roar of the enemy in the mountains and seas, there is a big difference between my Dugu swordsmanship, but... in In the use of spiritual power and sword power, it is obvious that this young man is much worse."
Dugu promises not to know Yang Wuhui, because Yang Wuhui did not hang out with Ye Tianze since he left Tianlong Kingdom.
The three sects and seven sects in the southern border, the five aristocratic clans see Tiannan as just a small place, not to mention Tianlong Kingdom in a corner of Tiannan.
Having said that, Dugu Nuoyan looked at Ye Tianze and asked, "You must have seen something different when you came here. What do you think, Brother Eilai?"
Ye Tianze finally came back to his senses, but he didn't see anything out of the ordinary, he just thought, if Yang Wuhui was defeated, how would he save Yang Wuhui.
And it has to be a reasonable reason, so that Jiuzhonglou can't get the slightest handle.
Hearing the words of Dugu's promise, he came back to his senses and said, "Weak spiritual power does not mean weak strength, it depends on the two people's true understanding of Fengshen swordsmanship."
"Windfury!" As soon as the voice fell, Feng Yaotian, who was in a state of suppression, immediately used the Fengshen Sword Technique's enhanced sword potential, Fengfury.
The sword power was instantly doubled. Originally it was only a thousand swords in an instant, but it was instantly accumulated to two thousand swords. People only saw the sword energy overflowing, and they couldn't see the person using the sword at all.
Yang Wuhui used Wind Fury almost at the same time, but the swords he continued to use were only less than 1,500 swords. Given his realm, it was already very impressive, but it was only against Feng Yaotian, but he was not. too far.
In less than an instant, Yang Wuhui was covered in bruises and bruises, and the blood could not stop.
"If you go on like this, you will lose." Tang Tianjun said worriedly.
"Second master, if you don't kill this son and let this son know what happened back then, your life will be at risk!" Hu Cong said.
Hearing this, Feng Yaotian's face changed greatly. He originally couldn't bear to kill Yang Wugui, after all, this is his nephew and the only son of his eldest brother.
Back then, Yang Wuhui was able to run away, but he let the water go, but now that Yang Wuhui came back, it was the last thing he wanted to see.
But he knew that the mistakes he made back then were irreversible, and now that Jiuzhonglou was tied to him, he was not alone back then.
As soon as the words fell, Feng Yaotian's sword strength increased again. Originally there were only 2,000 swords, but he instantly accumulated 3,000 swords, and each sword was aimed at Yang Wuhui's vital point.
Yang Wuhui was a little unable to hold on, but in front of the Fengshen sword force under the three thousand swords, he collapsed in an instant, and there were many bone-piercing sword wounds all over his body, and the battle armor was almost dyed red with blood.
"I can't hold it anymore!" Zhou Chong and the others also rushed over.
Because Yang Wuhui is now a disciple of the Divine General's Mansion, they naturally don't want Yang Wuhui to fail, but because it is related to the Jiuzhonglou family affairs, they can't say anything.
At this moment, a loud female voice suddenly said: "Yang Wuhui, your eldest brother is still being suppressed in the Imperial Palace, don't embarrass your eldest brother!"
Yang Wuhui looked back and saw that it was Gao Chenyun, so he cheered up and gritted his teeth: "Don't worry, Senior Sister Gao, I won't die here!"
When Hu Cong saw it, he was suddenly surprised. He obviously did not expect that Gao Chenyun, a disciple of the Heavenly Dao Academy, would have something to do with Yang Wuhui.
"You haven't done your best, what are you waiting for?" Hu Cong said.
"Hey..." Feng Yaotian sighed, "Who told you to come back!"
"Of course I want to come back. Both my parents died at the hands of Feng Yaori's old thief. In this life, it's either his death or my death!" Yang Wuhui said.
"Then you can't blame me!" Feng Yaotian's body surged with spiritual energy.
Howling like a mountain and sea, the original three thousand swords were instantly upgraded to five thousand swords, and they are still improving. The sword shadow has covered the entire arena.
"Seven thousand swords in the blink of an eye, he has reached the seventh level of Fengshen Sword Technique!" All the people in the stands stood up.
There are ten layers of Fengshen Sword Art in total, and the Fantastic Sword is the strongest form of the Fengshen Sword Art. Since the establishment of Fengshen Sword Art, only the first owner of the Jiuzhong Building has truly practiced the Fantastic Sword.
It is rumored that Wanjian's Fengshen swordsmanship is infinitely close to god-level swordsmanship, and today's nine-layer master has only cultivated 8,300 swords in a flash. To the back, even if there is one more sword, it will take a lot of time to cultivate. .
Feng Yaotian, who was originally a destructive force, was a little overwhelmed after entering the seven thousand swords. Although he was at the peak of the fairyland, he was still a little reluctant to use the seven thousand swords.
"There is a flaw," Ye Tianze said.
"Well!" Dugu promise frowned, and he also saw that something was wrong.
Sure enough, just when everyone thought that Feng Yaotian would destroy Yang Wugui and defeat Yang Wugui, a miraculous scene appeared.
Yang Wuhui suddenly jumped up, the wind energy on his body turned into a tornado, the sword energy blocked his body, and the long sword faced the dense sword force and stabbed it.
Moreover, what he stabbed was the strongest sword, not a weak spot, and people thought he was crazy.
However, Yang Wuhui was not crazy. In the dense sword stance, he was like a loach, holding the sword and drilling in. Although this cost him a heavy price, almost no flesh on his body was intact, but He still got in.
"Puchi"
The long sword came out, piercing the heart of Feng Yaotian, and the terrifying sword force stopped abruptly at this moment!
If it was said that Ye Tianze interrupted the Fengshen sword, it was the most powerful and sturdy method, then Yang Wuhui used the most gorgeous and tricky method to break the Fengshen sword technique known as the invincible sword.
Falling to the ground, Yang Wugui was like a bloody man, his body was covered in bruises that could no longer describe him, but his sword pierced into Feng Yaotian's chest.
Everyone was stunned by this scene. Hu Cong and Su Hu only felt horrified that the Fengshen swordsmanship was so broken.
Yang Wuhui went against the sword and successfully broke Feng Yaotian's seven thousand swords, although he was also severely injured.
"This is... what kind of swordsmanship!" Feng Yaotian stood there, looking at Yang Wuhui, unable to believe it.
"Ten years...for ten years, I have been studying the weaknesses of Fengshen swordsmanship. For ten years...I have no clue, but...I still come back, because I know that some things in this world cannot be avoided."
Yang Wuhui said, "When I set foot on the land of Yulongjing again, I realized this sword. In my elder brother's words, this is called courage. I just lacked the courage to take revenge from beginning to end."
"Courage!!!" Feng Yaotian sighed, "Hahaha...you are back after all..."
Yang Wuhui withdrew his sword and said, "I should have given your life back, but... you were involved in that incident back then, so... I can't pay it back, but I will promise that it will never harm your descendants. "
"So...you already knew that." Feng Yaotian smiled bitterly, "Let's go, let's go, the landlord will not let you go!"
Yang Wuhui turned around and jumped off the ring.
His wind spiritual power is extremely powerful. After all, he has stayed in this realm for decades. Although he has not taken another step, his spiritual power has been refined to the purest level.
It is also a fairyland, but one is the peak, and the other is the early stage. Yang Wuhui also used the Fengshen sword technique, but in terms of spiritual power and sword power, Feng Yaotian was obviously weaker.
"Clang clang"
On the arena, the wind spirit power whistled and the sword qi surged. This was a unique opportunity for the sword master Dugu promise to observe the Fengshen swordsmanship.
Therefore, he exerted his strength in advance, ended the seventh game, and rushed over here.
"Fengshen swordsmanship is worthy of the heaven-level martial arts. Among the many swordsmanships of the human race, it can be ranked in the top ten." Dugu promised.
"In your opinion, who wins and who loses?" Tang Tianjun asked.
"I can't see it." Dugu promise said, "Fengshen swordsmanship is the strongest style, for the instant ten thousand swords shot, the roar of the enemy in the mountains and seas, there is a big difference between my Dugu swordsmanship, but... in In the use of spiritual power and sword power, it is obvious that this young man is much worse."
Dugu promises not to know Yang Wuhui, because Yang Wuhui did not hang out with Ye Tianze since he left Tianlong Kingdom.
The three sects and seven sects in the southern border, the five aristocratic clans see Tiannan as just a small place, not to mention Tianlong Kingdom in a corner of Tiannan.
Having said that, Dugu Nuoyan looked at Ye Tianze and asked, "You must have seen something different when you came here. What do you think, Brother Eilai?"
Ye Tianze finally came back to his senses, but he didn't see anything out of the ordinary, he just thought, if Yang Wuhui was defeated, how would he save Yang Wuhui.
And it has to be a reasonable reason, so that Jiuzhonglou can't get the slightest handle.
Hearing the words of Dugu's promise, he came back to his senses and said, "Weak spiritual power does not mean weak strength, it depends on the two people's true understanding of Fengshen swordsmanship."
"Windfury!" As soon as the voice fell, Feng Yaotian, who was in a state of suppression, immediately used the Fengshen Sword Technique's enhanced sword potential, Fengfury.
The sword power was instantly doubled. Originally it was only a thousand swords in an instant, but it was instantly accumulated to two thousand swords. People only saw the sword energy overflowing, and they couldn't see the person using the sword at all.
Yang Wuhui used Wind Fury almost at the same time, but the swords he continued to use were only less than 1,500 swords. Given his realm, it was already very impressive, but it was only against Feng Yaotian, but he was not. too far.
In less than an instant, Yang Wuhui was covered in bruises and bruises, and the blood could not stop.
"If you go on like this, you will lose." Tang Tianjun said worriedly.
"Second master, if you don't kill this son and let this son know what happened back then, your life will be at risk!" Hu Cong said.
Hearing this, Feng Yaotian's face changed greatly. He originally couldn't bear to kill Yang Wugui, after all, this is his nephew and the only son of his eldest brother.
Back then, Yang Wuhui was able to run away, but he let the water go, but now that Yang Wuhui came back, it was the last thing he wanted to see.
But he knew that the mistakes he made back then were irreversible, and now that Jiuzhonglou was tied to him, he was not alone back then.
As soon as the words fell, Feng Yaotian's sword strength increased again. Originally there were only 2,000 swords, but he instantly accumulated 3,000 swords, and each sword was aimed at Yang Wuhui's vital point.
Yang Wuhui was a little unable to hold on, but in front of the Fengshen sword force under the three thousand swords, he collapsed in an instant, and there were many bone-piercing sword wounds all over his body, and the battle armor was almost dyed red with blood.
"I can't hold it anymore!" Zhou Chong and the others also rushed over.
Because Yang Wuhui is now a disciple of the Divine General's Mansion, they naturally don't want Yang Wuhui to fail, but because it is related to the Jiuzhonglou family affairs, they can't say anything.
At this moment, a loud female voice suddenly said: "Yang Wuhui, your eldest brother is still being suppressed in the Imperial Palace, don't embarrass your eldest brother!"
Yang Wuhui looked back and saw that it was Gao Chenyun, so he cheered up and gritted his teeth: "Don't worry, Senior Sister Gao, I won't die here!"
When Hu Cong saw it, he was suddenly surprised. He obviously did not expect that Gao Chenyun, a disciple of the Heavenly Dao Academy, would have something to do with Yang Wuhui.
"You haven't done your best, what are you waiting for?" Hu Cong said.
"Hey..." Feng Yaotian sighed, "Who told you to come back!"
"Of course I want to come back. Both my parents died at the hands of Feng Yaori's old thief. In this life, it's either his death or my death!" Yang Wuhui said.
"Then you can't blame me!" Feng Yaotian's body surged with spiritual energy.
Howling like a mountain and sea, the original three thousand swords were instantly upgraded to five thousand swords, and they are still improving. The sword shadow has covered the entire arena.
"Seven thousand swords in the blink of an eye, he has reached the seventh level of Fengshen Sword Technique!" All the people in the stands stood up.
There are ten layers of Fengshen Sword Art in total, and the Fantastic Sword is the strongest form of the Fengshen Sword Art. Since the establishment of Fengshen Sword Art, only the first owner of the Jiuzhong Building has truly practiced the Fantastic Sword.
It is rumored that Wanjian's Fengshen swordsmanship is infinitely close to god-level swordsmanship, and today's nine-layer master has only cultivated 8,300 swords in a flash. To the back, even if there is one more sword, it will take a lot of time to cultivate. .
Feng Yaotian, who was originally a destructive force, was a little overwhelmed after entering the seven thousand swords. Although he was at the peak of the fairyland, he was still a little reluctant to use the seven thousand swords.
"There is a flaw," Ye Tianze said.
"Well!" Dugu promise frowned, and he also saw that something was wrong.
Sure enough, just when everyone thought that Feng Yaotian would destroy Yang Wugui and defeat Yang Wugui, a miraculous scene appeared.
Yang Wuhui suddenly jumped up, the wind energy on his body turned into a tornado, the sword energy blocked his body, and the long sword faced the dense sword force and stabbed it.
Moreover, what he stabbed was the strongest sword, not a weak spot, and people thought he was crazy.
However, Yang Wuhui was not crazy. In the dense sword stance, he was like a loach, holding the sword and drilling in. Although this cost him a heavy price, almost no flesh on his body was intact, but He still got in.
"Puchi"
The long sword came out, piercing the heart of Feng Yaotian, and the terrifying sword force stopped abruptly at this moment!
If it was said that Ye Tianze interrupted the Fengshen sword, it was the most powerful and sturdy method, then Yang Wuhui used the most gorgeous and tricky method to break the Fengshen sword technique known as the invincible sword.
Falling to the ground, Yang Wugui was like a bloody man, his body was covered in bruises that could no longer describe him, but his sword pierced into Feng Yaotian's chest.
Everyone was stunned by this scene. Hu Cong and Su Hu only felt horrified that the Fengshen swordsmanship was so broken.
Yang Wuhui went against the sword and successfully broke Feng Yaotian's seven thousand swords, although he was also severely injured.
"This is... what kind of swordsmanship!" Feng Yaotian stood there, looking at Yang Wuhui, unable to believe it.
"Ten years...for ten years, I have been studying the weaknesses of Fengshen swordsmanship. For ten years...I have no clue, but...I still come back, because I know that some things in this world cannot be avoided."
Yang Wuhui said, "When I set foot on the land of Yulongjing again, I realized this sword. In my elder brother's words, this is called courage. I just lacked the courage to take revenge from beginning to end."
"Courage!!!" Feng Yaotian sighed, "Hahaha...you are back after all..."
Yang Wuhui withdrew his sword and said, "I should have given your life back, but... you were involved in that incident back then, so... I can't pay it back, but I will promise that it will never harm your descendants. "
"So...you already knew that." Feng Yaotian smiled bitterly, "Let's go, let's go, the landlord will not let you go!"
Yang Wuhui turned around and jumped off the ring.
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