"Who am I, where am I, what am I doing?"

Almost at the same time, Feng Jiuxiao's mind flashed three questions about the philosophy of life.

For those who have a weaker will and mind, just hearing the sound of the sword will break their heart, and the seven orifices will bleed to death.

Even the reborn body of an Ancient Immortal Emperor like Feng Jiuxiao was disturbed for a while, and then dozens of sword qi invaded his body and turned into a bloody person.

Life and death are just a thought.

Fortunately, Feng Jiuxiao was also the Immortal Emperor who had once been a powerful party, so he responded as soon as possible.

"Damn, Scourge Wind Wing!"

In an instant, Feng Jiuxiao understood that he was injured, and the injury was extremely serious, the kind that would fall if he was not careful.

So he directly used his strongest hole card, that is, the pair of wings with the innate origin of the wind attribute, the natural disaster wind wings.

Scourge Wind Wings, a top-notch immortal weapon that can grow, has the terrifying power to destroy the world when it is at its strongest.

Hula!

Huge wind wings spread out from behind Feng Jiuxiao, and the terrifying wind destroyed the ruined palace in an instant.

Even the medicine garden not far away was destroyed in an instant, and all the spirit grass was left.

Obviously, this is deliberately done by Feng Jiuxiao.

Now his breath is no longer the first layer of Qi cultivation, but the peak of the foundation building period.

But although he was angry, he also retained his senses.

The reason why he destroyed the medicine garden was because he understood that even if he used his hole cards, he did not necessarily have the power to kill the other party.

Therefore, if you can't beat and run, you definitely can't leave those elixirs for the other party.

"Give me death!"

With one wing, thousands of feather thorns suddenly gushed out.

The power of each Feather God Thorn is equivalent to the full force of a foundation building period monk.

This is the power of the former Immortal Emperor.

At this moment, if the enemy on the opposite side was not Yang Yu, even if it was a Jindan stage monk in the middle of the aura recovery era, in the face of the fate of this blow, there was only one option: falling.

It's like an innate martial artist like Yang De, even if thousands of them come, they can't withstand this blow.

"This pair of wings...... The natal immortal weapon of the Cataclysmic Immortal Emperor, although it is not Feng Yaotian, it seems that my luck is also good. ”

Yang Yu recognized the Cataclysmic Wind Wing at a glance.

He had also heard of the owner of this immortal artifact, which was one of the competitors who had been competing with Feng Yaotian for the personality of the Ancient Wind God, and was also one of the five great immortal emperors of the Ancient Wind God Era.

"Since you have shown the strongest means, then I will also respond to you with the strongest means. ”

Yang Yu's mind turned, and the Nine Heavens Sword suddenly flew back to his side.

At the same time, a huge black tiger phantom appeared out of thin air.

The Nine Swords and the Black Tiger quickly fused into one, transforming into sharp tiger claws.

Wind Blade, Wind Light, Wind Pressure, Wind Roar...... Dozens of wind attribute spells were also blessed on the black tiger.

In the end, this rapid black tiger turned into a sword tiger with eyes of the sun, moon and stars, and feathers around it with sharp blades.

Roar!

A tiger's roar echoed throughout the forest.

This is Yang Yu's strongest blow now.

This black tiger is the product of the fusion of martial will, Nine Heavens Sword Intent, and Wind System Technique.

Immortal martial practitioners, invincible tigers and demons!

The aura that was not inferior to the peak of the foundation building period was transmitted, and soon the black tiger that Yang Yu's momentum turned into rushed head-on into the thousands of feather god thorns.

Bang! Bang!

The black tiger allowed the feather god thorn to hit his body without the slightest dodge.

Each Feather God Thorn was nailed to the Black Tiger's body, which was actually equivalent to nailing Yang Yu's momentum.

Once the Tiger Demon's momentum is forced, Yang Yu will be seriously injured if he does not die.

Can......

"It's too weak, you are also the rebirth of the Immortal Emperor, don't you know that only by attributing the great power to yourself is the best means to overcome many difficulties, foreign objects have a very strong effect on weekdays, but when life and death are at stake......"

Rumble!

Before Yang Yu's attack arrived, his thoughts were first imprinted in Feng Jiuxiao's mind.

"Is that ......?"

In an instant, the Tiger Demon had already carried a body full of feather thorns and came to Feng Jiuxiao's body.

Feng Jiuxiao finally saw Yang Yu's appearance clearly through the black tiger and felt the terrifying will of the Heavenly Emperor.

But just as he was about to say something, Yang Yu had already launched this supreme blow.

"Sword Tiger Sky Splitting Fist!"

Rumble!

With one punch, Yang Yu directly knocked out all the power of the Tiger Demon.

The palace, which was already in ruins, also set off a sandstorm at this moment, and the ground was also greatly impacted, turning into a basin.

"Scatter me!"

Yang Yu stood at the edge of the basin, using magic to clear the sand and dust, and stared at Feng Jiuxiao, who was half-kneeling in the deep pit of the basin.

In the first wave of the Nine Heavens Sword's attack, Feng Jiuxiao had already been hit hard.

Now, in the face of Yang Yu's attack with a combination of fists and swords, he has become a bloody man, one eye is blind, his hands are broken, and one leg is exposed as white bones like jade, relying on the support of the natural disaster wind wing behind him, he barely knelt on the ground and did not lie down.

"Ahem!"

Feng Jiuxiao even became extremely sleepy in breathing, and coughed up blood from the corners of his mouth.

However, he still endured the pain and said to Yang Yu: "It turns out that you are not an existence in this era, such a terrifying true spirit coercion, in your heyday, I am afraid that even a heavenly immortal is not worth mentioning!"

Feng Jiuxiao is an existence that can directly look at the momentum of the Tiger Demon, and ordinary people may not recognize the sun and moon patterns in the Tiger Demon's pupils, but he definitely recognizes it.

For Feng Jiuxiao, the sun and moon are eternal existences.

Even the ancient god of wind could not take the sun and moon into his eyes.

Therefore, he deduced that Yang Yu was the top power in the ancient period, and he was a terrifying existence that surpassed the ancient wind god.

"I took your Scourge Wind Wing, and with me, it will recover faster!"

Yang Yu didn't talk to him, and the reason why he didn't attack at the first time was because he was worried that the other party would have a backhand, so he secretly urged the Nine Heavens Sword.

The immortal emperor-level figures of the previous era, no matter how bad they were, they had the means to blow themselves up.

Whoosh!

Two sword lights flashed, and the large head flew up in an instant.

But that's not all, decapitation is death for ordinary people, but monks always have a lot of strange methods.

"The Yin and Yang Sword Formation, the Great Grinding Plate of the Soul!"

The sword qi gushed out like water, turning into a huge yin and yang pattern, but in just two breaths, the traces of Feng Jiuxiao's existence were erased.

In the deep pit, only the broken natural disaster wind wings remained.

"Whew!"

At this moment, Yang Yu also breathed a sigh of relief.

"I have to say, you are the strongest enemy I have encountered so far, if there are a hundred more thorns, I will die. ”

Yang Yu seems to have won this battle beautifully, but the real danger is only clear to him.

After all, the other party had the blessing of a growth-type immortal weapon, even if it was Han Feng, if he didn't fuse with the Yanhuang Sword True Spirit, he would definitely not be Feng Jiuxiao's opponent.

"Close!"

The Yin Yang Sword Array disappeared, and Yang Yu also ingested the Cataclysmic Wind Wing in front of him.

After that, he forced out a drop of essence blood, urging the breath of the fragment of the Heavenly Dao's will, and directly forcibly refining the blood on this natural calamity wind wing.