The two masters killed three in and three out in front of the cave, the speed was so fast that it was terrifying, and it vividly showed the strength of the Shinto realm, which can be described as wonderful and breathtaking.

The battle has started, there is no possibility of stopping, these two people you come and I kill happily, and everyone around them is also dazzling, unfinished.

Seeing that Zhu Yu was forced to retreat by the purple gate of the wind and feathers, everyone around him was amazed.

Mao Li looked at Feng Jueyu with some incredulity, his pupils contracted a few times, and he said in shock: "Good swordsmanship, this is a spiritual method." ”

Everyone turned their heads to each other, and Su Changhe twisted his beard and sighed in surprise: "Where did this Feng Jueyu come from, I have never heard of it before, he is proficient in the use of spiritual methods, and his cultivation of internal strength is not low, and he is really a genius." ”

"Yes, I heard Brother Yan Gu mention before that this person is no more than thirty years old, and it is really hard to believe that he has such a good cultivation. ”

"Not yet thirty?" the crowd gasped.

It must be known that the one who is qualified to participate in the battle of the Spirit Cave is not an old monster who has cultivated for at least a hundred years, it is extremely normal to reach the age of two hundred, and the hundred-year-old age is like a little child in their eyes, how can it enter their eyes.

However, today they can be regarded as having a long experience, a Shinto master who is less than thirty years old, or self-cultivation of more than three spiritual powers, this is simply impossible.

Su Changhe glanced around, and said with great interest: "Everyone, who do you think is likely to be superior today?"

When everyone heard this, they first looked at each other, and then lowered their heads one after another, I have to say, there is really no way to compare and measure this time today, if it is said that the Blue Cave side has two Divine Dao Realm masters, and the odds of winning account for most of it, it is not unreasonable.

It's a pity that Feng Jueyu's strength really makes people feel like chewing wax, and if you really analyze it, I really don't dare to say whether he can get away with it.

At this time, Sheng Junqian spoke, and he said with a smile: "Elder Huisu, the disciple thinks that the Blue Cave has a better chance of winning. ”

"Yes. It seems that Sheng Junqian's answer made Su Changhe very satisfied, and nodded approvingly, Su Changhe looked at Wu Qiluo.

And this time, Wu Qiluo didn't speak, she frowned, ignored Su Changhe's inquiry, and watched with great concentration the big battle that had started again in front of her.

Seeing that Wu Qiluo didn't speak, Su Changhe coughed lightly twice with an embarrassed face, and didn't ask any more questions, after all, he knew about this young and promising female disciple with stubborn illnesses, and her personality was ...... It's really frustrating.

After sighing and discussing for a while, everyone turned their eyes to the entrance of Lingjin Cave, and at this time, Feng Jueyu and Zhu Yu had nothing to say, and the fight was in full swing.

In the blink of an eye, more than 100 moves passed, Zhu Yu's heart was extremely shocked, he has been observing Feng Jueyu, from the internal cultivation, the cultivation of spiritual power, and even the judgment of martial arts, Zhu Yu found that the kid in front of him was not the kind of young man, his martial arts were in the Mahayana, not only skilled, but very keen, many moves were used at will, but it made a sense of dilemma and overwhelmed.

Is there really a so-called amazing genius in the world?

Even if this kid starts cultivating when he comes out of his mother's womb, I'm afraid he won't be able to reach this point, right?

His eyes swept over the crowd of spectators who were full of interest, Zhu Yu's self-esteem was frustrated, and he held back a ruthlessness in his heart to hand over the Chenggang sword in his right hand, and the index finger of his left hand slid on the blade of the sword, and a line of blood splattered out, this blood was very strange, although it was the same red as ordinary people, but it exuded a sour smell, although it could not be said to be unpleasant, but it did not smell very good.

The key is that the blood droplets slid down the sword body, and it was attached to the smooth and streamlined sword body like glue, and there was no waste of a star, but it was completely glued to the sword body, and it was absorbed by the Chenggang sword after a while.

Only then did Feng Jueyu see that there were many fine lines and small holes like needles on the Chenggang sword, and the silver-white sword body slowly emitted a green light due to the infusion of blood, as if it had been quenched with poison.

"Bixin Poison Trick?"

I don't know who shouted in the distance, at least dozens of cultivators stood up one after another, Feng Jueyu looked at it, and realized that Zhu Yu was about to make a killer move, so he hurriedly jumped away, swinging his long sword and watching the changes.

Zhu Yu didn't talk nonsense, he shook it casually after injecting blood into the sword body, his whole body was green, and even his head changed from an ordinary human head to a toad head with two big round eyes.

"Quack"

A strange cry of a blue toad came from the bottom of his throat, and the entire mountain bag shook, and an invisible air flow rippled away with Zhu Yu as the center, blowing the fallen leaves and dust around him.

At this moment, Feng Jueyu sensed that his Zhu Yu's momentum was constantly growing, and his spiritual power was also much stronger.

Feng Jueyu didn't dare to be careless, the spirit of Wansha ran like a dragon in the veins of the body, and forcibly urged the spiritual magic power to turn into wind and sand, and in a moment, Zhu Yu jumped on the kill, and the Chenggang Sword came with a green sword light.

Feng Jueyu dodged sideways, and before he could fight back, he smelled a fishy smell, and he was immediately dizzy, secretly calling this poison powerful.

It seems that Zhu Yu didn't show his real strength at all before, but now he is in a hurry and uses the poison trick, this so-called Bixin poison trick, he can even use poison gas to interfere with his own moves, it's really not simple.

Thinking of this, Feng Jueyu's short body slid against the ground, and he couldn't help but say that he summoned a wisp of life aura from the Hongyuan space to protect the meridians, closed his breath and carried the sword, the sword walked like a snake, and he met Zhu Yu's long sword with a sharp and sharp face.

With a bang, the two of them were separated with a touch, and Feng Jueyu, who had previously had the upper hand, retreated a few steps away, while Zhu Yu just shook his body and took a step back, and made a judgment.

"What a poison trick. ”

Feng Jueyu frowned and moved in a series of steps, and the fire energy around his body skyrocketed infinitely, taking the opportunity to reorganize his moves and martial arts, and forced him over again.

"It's good to come, Feng Jueyu, it's really good that you fought with the old man for more than 300 tricks at the age of a vertical son, today you are dead, you can force the old man to use the Bixin poison trick, and it is not a loss, hehe." ”

Zhu Yu was extremely heroic, confidently handed out the long sword, and spit it out vigorously, the heaviness of the Chenggang sword directly shook Feng Jueyu's wrist numb, this time, Feng Jueyu's throat was sweet, and he almost vomited blood.

Not only that, after a few consecutive moves, the surrounding air was filled with an unpleasant poison, this poisonous gas did not attack at the beginning, and gradually became extremely fishy, it was really difficult, the reason why Feng Jueyu fell downwind was mostly because of this poisonous gas.

He was horrified in his heart, and kept running, dodging Zhu Yu's heavy sword strength while thinking hard about a good strategy.

Zhibecai and Zhu Jiu's side are on par, but it can be seen that Zhu Jiu's strength is still a little different from Zhibecai, and Zhibecai has a great chance of winning, but it does not play a decisive role in the entire battle.

Little by little, Feng Jueyu is like falling into an ice cellar, although the aura of life can well protect his heart from the invasion of poisonous gas, but it is difficult to say after a long time, after all, Zhu Yu is a killer weapon that can produce huge threats from the inside out, and he always chooses to escape from hiding underground.

After dozens of moves like this, when he saw that he was about to be drowsy from the poisonous gas, Feng Jueyu suddenly thought of a way.

"Marrying a dream?"

Feng Jueyu slapped his head, secretly thinking about how he had forgotten this big killing weapon, the origin of Qingyang and Taofu's spiritual power had brought him an extremely powerful divine sense martial art, that is, the dream trick.

As soon as he thought about it, Feng Jueyu didn't think much about it anymore, this was the first time he used this spiritual method, and he didn't know what the effect was.

Thinking of this, Feng Jueyu sinisterly hooked the corners of his mouth, and the cat raised his sword at his waist to kill him.

"Still coming? Hmph, I don't know if I'm alive or dead. Zhu Yu's eyes flashed with contempt, and at the same time, the long sword swung and danced into a sword wheel, the hole card of Bixin Poison Jue lies in the poisonous gas offensive, first turning the sky and then becoming a fish on the chopping board, so that it will be a sure victory, and when the Chenggang Sword cuts through the opponent's skin, it will also cause more powerful damage, which is very poisonous.

Zhu Yu has full confidence in his poisonous secrets, you must know that even Ruan Du of Wuyun Cave fell into his own way and died unexpectedly, not to mention a hairy boy.

Just when Zhu Yu felt that the victory was in his hands, the two approached instantly, and at this moment, Feng Jueyu suddenly hit the Chenggang Sword with his toes and jumped high, and at the moment when he swept over Zhu Yu's head, an invisible spiritual power enveloped Zhu Yu.

The next moment, Zhu Yu seemed to have fallen into an endless abyss, surrounded by staggered and coiled old trees, the world in front of him had undergone drastic changes, and patches of wild grasses full of thorns spread across a radius of dozens of miles, these plants were extremely sharp, and all of them were active, with the cold wind blowing through, countless branches and vines were entwined towards Zhu Yu.

Zhu Yu was stunned, how could he sit on the ground and wait for death, and waved the Chenggang sword again and again to cut the weirdly entangled branches and vines into sections, but those branches and vines were endless, and he couldn't cut them even if he spent spiritual power, and after a moment of effort, Zhu Yu was tired of sweating profusely, but the wind feather was gone.

Where is this?

Zhu Yu was entangled in his heart, and couldn't help but be furious, flying around frantically among the thorns, desperately looking for the whereabouts of Feng Jueyu.

His loss of consciousness and madness were completely carried out in a world full of thorns, but outside the dream, what everyone saw was the scene of Zhu Yu holding the Chenggang sword and slashing indiscriminately, which made everyone extremely puzzled, secretly wondering, is this old guy crazy?