The sword light shattered, and the iron sword exploded with it.

The hands of several swordsmanship students with lower cultivation also exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

The injured students, looking at their bare arms, did not realize for a moment what was happening. There was a dead silence for a while. The eyes of everyone looking at the small trees in those flower pots were full of fear.

The Phoenix Lord ignored these people, but lowered his head, twisted a root on the surface of his heart, and slowly pulled it out. There are many tiny ends on the surface of the roots, which are attached to the surface of the heart, and as this root is pulled out, a thin blood mark appears on the surface of the main heart.

The heart is torn apart, and this is a heart-rending pain in the true sense of the word. There was still no expression on the Phoenix Lord's face, and his eyes were indifferent, as if he didn't feel the slightest pain.

She tore at the roots of the ancient Bodhi tree one by one, and there were already dozens of criss-crossing wounds on the surface of her heart. Everyone watched this scene, and a chill felt in their backs.

In the martial arts courtyard, Ao Fenggu was lying on the ground, like a puddle of mud. The arrow just now almost drained all the essence and energy in his body, and now Ao Fenggu, even if he moved his fingers, he couldn't do it.

The god-killing sword and iron knife fell to the ground, and Ling Bo Sakura was half-kneeling, coughing up blood.

Manqing stood up, helped Ling Bo Ying and Ao Fenggu up, and wanted to move the two to the back mountain to recuperate and breathe, but Ling Bo Ying stopped them. The Phoenix Lord has not left, let alone died, how can they leave?

Seeing this, Hong Liangliang hurriedly brought over two reclining chairs, padded warm flannel, and brought blankets to cover the two of them.

There was even a student who brought a large umbrella from the long street to cover the rain and held it above their heads to block the falling snowflakes.

Qi Bo walked over, gave the two of them a healing pill, and then retreated. The medicinal power dissolved, and Ao Fenggu finally relieved himself.

He has obtained a large amount of dragon origin power, has reshaped the dragon body, and the recovery ability of his body far exceeds that of the human race.

Ao Fenggu turned his head and looked at Senior Sister. Ling Bo Sakura lay in a chaise longue, wrapped in a thick blanket, revealing only one face.

She was still coughing up blood, her face was paler than snow, and she was at the end of her crossbow, both physically and mentally, but she still didn't want to close her eyes and rest.

The extremely tired eyes stared at the Phoenix Lord, full of vigilance. The Phoenix Lord was so seriously injured, but she didn't choose to leave, no one knew how much combat power she had left, and no one knew when she would attack the Martial Academy again.

For this day, the Phoenix Lord has been waiting for an unknown number of years, how can he retreat easily? Ao Fenggu looked at the Bodhi Bow leaning on the recliner.

"Don't think about it," Manqing said from the side, "with your current state, you can't pull this bow at all." ”

Manqing said as he put the gloomy man who had passed out on the third recliner. Ao Fenggu looked at the gloomy son, "Third Senior Brother, he ......"

"The third junior brother's spiritual power has been consumed, and there is not any true qi left in the Takeda space, the previous thunder cage has caused irreversible damage to his body and soul," Manqing's expression was solemn, "I am afraid that my life can be saved, but I am afraid that I will no longer be able to mobilize my true qi, let alone draw a rune array." ”

Ao Fenggu's heart sank, that is to say, the cultivation of the gloomy son was abolished, and from then on, he was an ordinary person who could not practice. When they heard this, their hearts were filled with grief.

But now is not the time for sadness. Ao Fenggu took his eyes off the gloomy son and looked to the north. In the spiritual world, there is a bright light flying from north to south.

With the blessing of Bodhi Ancient Wood, Ao Fenggu can see the warriors of the entire Kyushu world. That light was very dazzling, almost catching up with powerhouses of the level of the Elf King and the Beast King. That light came from Kunlun, and now the Phoenix Clan, the Holy King is dead, and the ruling palace master is dead, and only two people will have such a dazzling light.

Ao Fenggu knew that it was not Ye Xiuhong. He looked at the spot of light in the spiritual world, and felt the eagerness of the person who came, and was a little puzzled, but after a little thought, he understood the reason.

That person wanted to kill himself with his own hands, so he was afraid that he would die at the hands of the Phoenix Lord. Ao Fenggu thought about that suffocating face, and was a little bored.

He had nothing to do with that person, he was a person on two roads, but in the entrance exam when he first came to the martial arts academy, Ao Fenggu got the top three, and he was firmly pressed on that person's head, and it was precisely because of this that he was remembered by that person, and he was an enemy of himself everywhere from then on.

The entrance exam of the Martial Academy, the Chaos Painting Hall, the interception and killing of Qingyang Pass, the battle of the Dangshen Valley, this time and again, the competition and fighting, the hatred between the two is getting deeper and deeper.

Poria has regarded Ao Fenggu as a fatal enemy, and he doesn't want to kill Ao Fenggu with his own hands all the time. A frightening storm appeared in the north, speeding across the sky.

Poria is very anxious, anxious to kill Ao Fenggu. He is a once-in-a-century cultivation genius of the elven race, even the elven king who is greedy for power has long been ready to pass on the throne to him, and from the moment he was born, everyone was in awe of him.

But that time, in the entrance exam of the Martial Academy, he was defeated by Ao Fenggu, and the focus of people's attention was taken away from him, and he was no longer the peerless genius who was radiant everywhere he went.

That time, he didn't take it to heart, let alone really put Ao Fenggu in his eyes, because he believed that he was better than Ao Fenggu, and the reason why Ao Fenggu's results surpassed him was either cheating, or the martial arts academy instructors did something from it.

It wasn't until later, in the Chaos Painting Hall, that he spent ten days with great effort to comprehend seven paintings, thinking that he was in control, but unexpectedly, Ao Fenggu broke all the paintings in the hall overnight, leaving him only a back. His pride, his persistence, all turned into a joke.

Since then, that person has become his inner demon and his nightmare every night. He wanted to kill Ao Fenggu with his own hands, that Qingyang Pass interception, when he broke through the emperor level, he was pierced through the heart by Ao Fenggu's sword, but that time, he didn't die, and hatred let him live.

In Kunlun's gloomy damp dungeons, he sucked dozens of pupae and made himself a ghost.

In order to kill Ao Fenggu, Poria is willing to do anything.

Poria took a deep breath and accelerated again.

He broke through the wind and snow, leaving a long trail in the sky. After a long time, the sound of breaking the sky sounded, like thunder.

That angry and resolute figure appeared in everyone's sight.

The man's speed and strength stunned everyone.

Ao Fenggu looked at the figure that flew like a meteorite outside the sky, and there was no expression on his face.

He knew who the man was and what he wanted to do.

Manqing looked at the Poria that broke through the sky and frowned slightly.

Ao Fenggu stood up, and instead of taking the Bodhi Bow, he picked up the Divine Sword of Killing God. The wind and snow were knocked open, and the air was squeezed rapidly, and then exploded, making a dense popping sound.

Ao Fenggu looked at the thunderous Poria cocos, held the hilt of the sword, and swiped it upward.

(End of chapter)