Chapter 914

When Yang Wuhui shouted, Feng Yaori suddenly dodged away, and then slashed at Feng Yaori's Yu Xiao, and slashed towards Ding Yue.

That's all, Ding Yue didn't panic, but when Feng Yaori dodged to one side and formed a pinch attack on him, Ding Yue, who was in a favorable position, immediately fell into a dangerous situation.

Yu Xiao was aggressive, and when he didn't stop at all, Ding Yue knew that his backhand had become someone else's backhand.

"Chong"

First, Yu Xiao's eight thousand swords fell, Ding Yue could only block with all his strength, but when he blocked Yu Xiao's sword, Feng Yaori's sword attacked again.

"Clang clang"

The sound of gold and iron clashing was incessant, and Ding Yue's domain was instantly shattered by Feng Yaori's attack.

Ding Yue took two steps back, Yu Xiao and Feng Yaori were standing on both sides of him at almost the same time, the best attack position.

"Why did you betray you if you didn't ask me?" Yu Xiao asked.

"You've already betrayed, do you still need a reason?" Ding Yue didn't have too many complaints, although he had high hopes for Xiao.

However, he also knew that this kind of thing could happen, and this time, he had made up his mind not to go back alive.

If he doesn't take revenge now, he won't be able to take revenge again when he gets older, and it's too hard for him to take revenge alone.

"Grandpa!" Yang Wugui shouted in the sound of the rain, tears falling down the rain, no one could see him crying.

"Facing your enemy well, Grandpa can still hold on." Ding Yue said without turning his head, "The disciples of the Golden Sword Sect obey the order, today we and Jiuzhonglou will not die, the old man owes you his life in this life, can only in the next life!"

"Never die!"

None of the disciples of the Golden Sword Sect who were surrounded in the rainy night flinched.

Feng Chuxiu didn't expect that the other party's aura was not frightened. Taking advantage of the moment when Yang Wugui was a little lost, he suddenly made a sneak attack.

In the middle stage of Wonderland, a thousand swords with the power of thunder at the first shot, a thousand swords in a single thought, at his age, he was already very amazing and brilliant.

But Yang Wuhui was even more amazing than him. He easily blocked the attacking Qianjian and sneered: "Little beast, do you only have this ability?"

"Hmph, the good show is still to come, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it!" As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Chuxiu's sword strength accumulated, and it evolved into two thousand swords in the blink of an eye.

In the same fairyland, Feng Chuxiu's two thousand swords were not much worse than Feng Yaotian's, but the attack and killing of these two thousand swords only lasted for a moment.

Then came the three thousand swords, the four thousand swords, and the five thousand swords. Then it stopped. Yang Wuhui, who was seriously injured, was already a little difficult to support when he faced the three thousand swords, but he still did not make a break. , because he knew that there was only one chance.

"Are you waiting for my flaws?"

Feng Chuxiu smiled and said, "Unfortunately, I'm not the second uncle, his strength can only be wandering in the fairyland forever, barely showing seven thousand swords, but his body can't take it, I can show six thousand swords, but... The safest way to kill you is five thousand swords!"

Sure enough, when Yang Wuhui heard it, his face changed greatly. Fengshenjian was a heaven-level martial arts, and there were no flaws in heaven-level martial arts.

However, the person who used it had flaws. If Feng Chuxiu did not reveal the flaws, he would have had an epiphany with that sword, and it would have no effect.

But under the five thousand swords, Feng Chuxiu's spiritual power did not suffer any setbacks, and even if it was suppressed in such a continuous manner, even if the power of the sword power was not increased, it could still drive him to a desperate situation.

Because his injury was only suppressed and not healed, and now even if he uses the Fengshen sword technique to counterattack, it is of no use. This will only completely release his originally suppressed injury. Opportunities are gone.

"Why, there's no other way?" Feng Chuxiu sneered, "From your birth to the present, your fate has been doomed, and you are doomed to be beheaded by me!"

"Clang clang"

In the rainy night, the battle between the three giants came to a standstill, while the relationship between Yang Wuhui and Feng Chuxiu became intensified. Feng Chuxiu's suppression made Yang Wuhui's side fall into an even more desperate situation.

He has the heart to fight to the death, but his death must be exchanged for the success of revenge. If he cannot succeed, death is meaningless.

This made him a little desperate, and at this moment, Feng Chuxiu's sword became stronger, from 5,000 swords to 100 swords, but this was not his chance, because the sword power was still tight.

Just when he felt desperate about the situation at this time, suddenly a thunder light flashed, followed by the thunderbolt.

"Boom"

The terrifying thunder light illuminated a radius of dozens of miles, and the thunder fell. Feng Chuxiu, who was caught off guard, was immediately hit, and the whole person flew out.

After the thunder fell, a terrifying thunder field was formed outside the gate of the Nine-Story Building, with thunder and lightning intertwined inside, and a figure flashed in the thunder.

I saw that person, raised his hand and pressed heavily on the ground, and the terrifying thunder spread along the water stains on the ground in an instant.

The disciples of Jindaomen and Jiuzhonglou who were fighting suddenly changed their faces, and they all started to dodge, but no matter how to dodge, the thunder came along the ground. Under this heavy rain, as long as it is wet, it will be thundered. They have nowhere to hide.

"Ah..." The screams were endless, and the people who were hit by the thunder fell to the ground one after another. The paralyzing power of the thunder was their biggest nemesis.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of disciples of the Nine-Story Building were knocked to the ground by lightning, and what was surprising was that the disciples of the Golden Sabre Sect seemed to be nothing. The thunder seemed to have eyes, and it did not cause any damage to them. any harm.

After a while of slashing, the disciples of the Golden Sword Sect, who were at a disadvantage, immediately recovered some of their slump.

The battle between the two sides also fell into a stalemate again. Feng Chuxiu looked at the figure in the thunder with fear in her eyes.

As soon as the opponent made a move, it was like a thunder god descending to earth. The terrifying thunder spirit power was more than one grade stronger than his wind spirit power.

"Who are you, and why did you intervene in my affairs about the Nine-Story Building and the Golden Sword Gate?" Feng Chuxiu asked.

The figure in the thunder slowly revealed the lineup, dressed in white, with a graceful figure, but those eyes showed a majesty that people dared not look directly at.

"Tiandaoyuan, Gao Chenyun!" said Gao Chenyun.

"Senior Sister Gao." Yang Wuhui stared blankly at her back, "You...why do you want to come here, hurry up..."

"If your eldest brother is here, he will never stand by." Gao Chenyun said, "Your eldest brother's affairs are mine."

"But... Senior Sister... This is a battle of life and death, there is no turning back!" Yang Wuhui smiled bitterly.

He was very grateful, but he didn't want to implicate Gao Chenyun.

"Idiot!" Gao Chenyun turned her head and said angrily, "Where did you come from so much nonsense, you act like a bitch, do you think I hurt so many children of Jiuzhonglou, did you still leave?"

Yang Wuhui glanced at the situation at the moment and was speechless.