Hearing the emotions of Lian Rushan, Wei Sicheng and others, it seemed that they were boasting about themselves in a sense, but in fact, Lu Wenpei's thoughts were very different from everyone else.

At this moment, Lu Wenpei didn't have any sense of appreciation in his heart, but felt more and more that these words were a kind of naked irony.

What so-called authorities are fascinated and bystanders, and now they are completely gone.

As a party concerned, Lu Wenpei's heart was already covered with shock.

The Hundred Hands Blood Sword is domineering, impermeable, a hundred hands out, and it must be blood, it is the general outline of the Hundred Hands Blood Sword, under normal circumstances, Lu Wenpei did not dare to use this kind of black flame three-grade martial arts when teaching his younger brother, just for fear of accidentally hurting his own people, sometimes even if he only made a few moves, a hundred hands could force a master of the same level to be in a hurry.

But now, under the sword net, the kid on the other side is dodging around like a loach, without the slightest sign of panic, you want to say that he is at ease, not like it, after all, this guy doesn't even have a chance to draw his sword, but if he is reluctant to do it, it is even more not, because Lu Wenpei found that every step of Feng Jueyu catered to his sword intent, and appeared and left at the loophole.

No matter how clever the martial arts are, there are loopholes, although they are imperceptible and difficult to detect, once they are discovered, the possibility of exerting their substantial power becomes very small, after some observation, Lu Wenpei was surprised to find that Feng Jueyu followed this path.

Although he didn't draw his sword, his eyesight was unique and terrifying, and every jump and dodge was in front of his sword intent, which suddenly made Lu Wenpei feel a bitter feeling of strength and nowhere to go. Such a duel is still praised, isn't this a curse?

Taking the opportunity of Feng Jue Yu's retreat, Lu Wenpei glared fiercely at Lian Rushan and the others, who were talking to himself, and gritted his teeth and urged Zhen Yuan to force Feng Jue Yu.

At such a critical moment, you can't be ashamed, if you let Jin Yuanzhong know, you won't have the face to mess around in Xuecang Mountain.

The more Lu Wenpei thought about it, the more he hated, and at the same time he had a new understanding of Feng Jueyu's strength, and a look of sorrow flashed unnaturally between his eyebrows, and Lu Wenpei's offensive became more and more violent.

Under the sword net, Feng Jueyu always kept his inner calm, he didn't have time to tease Lu Wenpei, and he didn't have the consciousness to comprehend the sword intent of the Hundred Hands Blood Sword, he just wanted to test Lu Wenpei's strength, and by the way, he just wanted to see the essence of the swordsmanship.

Dozens of moves passed, the test of the Hundred Hands Blood Sword had ended, and he felt the overwhelming pressure of Lu Wenpei's fierce offensive, he couldn't wait any longer, and with a long roar in the sky, Feng Jueyu pulled out the Zique Sword to meet the dense sword wind sprinkled from the sky, and stabbed away angrily.

The long sword with the tail of fire let out a clear groan of "Zheng", followed by a roaring sound, and the sword body instantly rolled up a fierce flame tongue, spreading towards the surroundings, like two huge flame wings stretched out the gorgeous fire, instantly incinerating the nearby air, the space emitted a whimpering sound, and in a short moment, Lu Wenpei saw the place where the sword tip stabbed, forming a distorted time and space.

Lu Wenpei is very familiar with this feeling, it is the liliang of the Divine Flame, although it will not be too perfect, but the destructive nature of the divine fire to the heart is a full existence.

How much divine fire did he devour before it was possible to exert the liliang of divine fire.

Lu Wenpei is worthy of being one of the two most powerful among the nine elders of the blood pool, although the cultivation of the sevenfold knowledge is the same as the former Tie Wuye, but both his skill and wit are far above it, seeing the sword shadow stabbing at him, Lu Wenpei almost subconsciously leaned back.

This is Feng Jueyu's first counterattack, the oncoming sword light is extremely sharp, the sword light sticks to the face and stabs out, and the sharp momentum is like an old face shaved by millions of sharp blades.

Lu Wenpei finally changed color, and his body retreated in horror towards a thin bamboo bent by the hurricane.

Lu Wenpei retreated, Feng Jue Yu advanced, the killer used the move has an eternal and unchanging principle, this is the deep-rooted characteristics of Feng Jue Yu, just like human nature, it is difficult to change, and for a long time, Feng Jue Yu has also been perfecting and growing this characteristic, at this time, he shook his wrist slightly, and then stored his true qi, the sword body stayed in the air for a short time, and the tip of the sword was slanted down and stabbed......

The sword shadow deviated from an angle, Lu Wenpei was in a cold sweat, the sword just now was too dangerous, the speed was far beyond his cognition of the Feng Jue Feather swordsmanship, and such a sword technique was simply nowhere to be found, Lu Wenpei was really shocked in his heart, but looking at the castration of the sword style, he felt that he could immediately take the opportunity to organize a counterattack, who would have thought that the opponent's sword move seemed to be out of the conventional number of moves, and when the castration was exhausted, the target pointed by the sword blade could be changed, and it was transformed into a fierce offensive again, how did this kind of swordsmanship work？

Don't look at Lu Wenpei, who has already reached the peak of his consciousness, and is only one step away from the three Holy Emperors, but even if the three Holy Emperors are here, I am afraid that they will not be able to make such a change that violates the taboo of martial arts. This kid is so powerful, such a terrible sword move, who is he?

Lu Wenpei, who was frightened, knew that he had underestimated the strength of the other party, and this misstep almost became a hatred for the ages, so he could only choose to retreat with all his strength, and with his retreat, the opponent's offensive became more and more fierce, and that kind of move pulled up, just like the collapse of the mountain peak seemed to give him an overwhelming power, and it was like the water of a big river rushing endlessly, without giving himself a chance to breathe, and what was particularly terrifying was that there seemed to be no trace of this person's sword moves, and there was only one word from beginning to end: thorn!

The stabbing sword is the most basic move in swordsmanship, and it is really terrible that this person can play one of the tricks of "stabbing" to the fullest.

Evil, so evil!

Lu Wenpei, who was running cold sweat along his back, finally realized the seriousness of the problem, now it is not the idea of how to defeat the opponent in a simple and easy way, and the biggest problem now is how to escape from such a fierce attack.

The situation has developed to this point, which Lu Wenpei did not expect, he began to regret a little that Weishenme did not listen to Jin Yuanzhong's words at the beginning, be careful and cautious, originally wanted to dig a pit for the other party, the pit was dug well, but now it seems that it is himself who wants to be buried.

"Still watching, doing it!"

Lu Wenpei, who was forced by Feng Jueyu to retreat to the corner of the narrow valley, couldn't keep his inner peace, even if he was embarrassed, it was better than throwing his life here, he roared in a hurry, stretched out his hand and twitched his waist, and a verdant jade ruler was pulled out by him, and the true yuan was poured into the jade ruler, and the jade ruler suddenly became larger, magically forming a jade plate three feet long and two feet wide in front of him.

"Dang!"

The Zique Sword stabbed on the jade ruler without loopholes, and the jade ruler made a crisp sound, and immediately produced spider silk-like cracks, this strange scene made Feng Jueyu stunned for a moment.

Originally, it could work, the power of the evil sword is that it can kill people in a short period of time, and if you don't make a move, you will hurt people, but I didn't expect this old guy to actually take out a blade that can change the size, don't you carry a magic weapon with you, right?

Is there still a magic weapon in the grand world?

When Feng Jueyu, who had never met before, was slightly surprised, Lu Wenpei finally escaped with his stunned kung fu.

"Bastard, ruined the old talisman jade treasure, I want you to pay for it with your life!"

Lu Wenpei, who escaped from the blade of the sword, was furious, this talisman jade treasure is a treasure passed down from generation to generation in the clan, ordinary elders are not worthy of it, it is the most spiritual and strange thing between heaven and earth, and it is a rare treasure to inherit the skills of each clan, and it can be transformed into a size at will, it is a rare treasure, in fact, Feng Jueyu does not know, the treasure of the talisman is equivalent to the martial blade, but it is different from the mundane, with all kinds of magical effects, just like the blood pendant of the Nahong River, it is a small space forcibly opened up by divine consciousness, and there are spiritual and intangible things that retain memories, divine consciousness, and treasures.

The treasure of the talisman is roughly divided into several categories, there are jade treasures, gold treasures, spirit treasures, treasures of the heavens, treasures of the gods, etc., during the time of the age of the fallen gods, when the hundred tribes were the most prosperous, but since the disappearance of the dragon emperor, the fire two thousand years ago, the barbarian god Yan descended into the world, and directly burned a large number of treasures, and now there is not much left in the periphery of the grand plan, and after two thousand years of long years, there are fewer people who have this treasure.

Although there are few pitiful, there are still some treasures remaining, some are from the long-standing inheritance of the instrument clan, and some are left over from the period of the fallen gods, and among the instrument clan, only a few will be created, and the treasure of the spirit is also different from ordinary mortal weapons, and it is quite difficult to build, and it can only be obtained when calculated in years.

The Wind Killer boasted that he had seen the subtlety and magic of the grand plan, and only today did he know that there were many things that he did not know, but this was not the time to explore the source of the spiritual jade and how to create it, with Lu Wenpei's order, the Seven Elders of the Blood Pool had already surrounded him.

For a while, the wind at the bottom of the low-lying valley was fierce, the sword light was like a star, and the momentum was surging, Feng Jueyu suddenly felt the pressure doubled, Xu was just seeing his strong strength, and the seven elders of the blood pool joined forces to form an offensive and defensive jianzhen as soon as they came up, although they were not as meticulous as the blood jianzhen of the seventy-two blood guards, but the strong strength of the seven elders of the blood pool was there, and it was still difficult to defeat it in a short time.

The thirty-six blood servants on the periphery also moved, and Tiangang Jianzhen covered the sky and the sun, opened and closed widely, and firmly guarded the bottom of the low-lying valley.

Huang Tianjue had already been rescued, and Feng Jueyu was too lazy to stay here, his starry eyes were slightly cold, bursting with murderous intent, and the evil sword was like a weapon to harvest life dancing wildly at the bottom of the valley, and in an instant, the wind and clouds outside the Blood Dome Temple were swept away......