Yan Zhen was very proud, and with a backhand palm, he struck at Feng Yu again.

Feng Yu was not in a hurry to dodge, so he could only raise his hand and shake it hard.

The strong palm wind of the two formed a super-large storm, and the surrounding trees collapsed, the earth shattered, and the center of the magic academy was almost destroyed.

This palm Yan Zhen played ten percent of the strength, but Feng Yu was forced to take it.

Feng Yu was directly beaten out more than a dozen zhang, and smashed a big hole in the ground.

This move is fast and very accurate. Feng Yu said in his heart: Old guy, it's really shameless.

Yan Zhenxiu is obviously a lot higher than Feng Yu, and he still fights hard with Feng Yu, which is completely bullying.

Let Shui Birou get out of danger, Feng Yu felt much more comfortable.

However, here comes the bigger problem. Yan Zhen didn't give Feng Yu any respite, and immediately followed, intending to kill Feng Yu by force.

After shouting an old immortal in his heart, Feng Yu bounced backwards and withdrew a large distance.

He has just suffered a big loss, and now he has not fully recovered, so he can only avoid his edge.

"Troll remnants, where to go! Look at this seat to eliminate harm for the people today!"

Yan Zhen pressed forward step by step, like a maggot on the tarsal bone pressing towards the wind feather.

There is no martial bloodline, there is no dragon step, and the injury makes Feng Yu's speed slow down a lot.

Yan Zhen's palm shook, and under the cover of his palm that was dozens of zhang wide, Feng Yu dodged this palm, and dozens of disciples of the magic academy under his palm died tragically.

Several times in a row, Yan Zhen still did not catch up with Feng Yu. He believed that if it was a little while, Feng Yu would be able to continue to use his power to display the Infinite Sword Intent.

Yan Zhen's eyes rolled, and he turned around and chased in the direction of Shui Birou.

Feng Yu pulled down his face and said loudly: "Old thing, do you still want face?"

He sped up his speed and blocked in front of Yan Zhende, his eyes flashing with intense murderous intent.

One of the things that Feng Yu hates the most is that others threaten him with things he cares about.

Yan Zhen laughed: "That's it, you can't hide." ”

It is not difficult to guess from Yan Zhen's shameless style just now that Yan Zhen will inevitably be a thunderous blow next.

Feng Yu is accumulating Dao power, and at present, with his strength, the strongest move is the Infinite Sword Intent.

But he had just performed it once, and he was pressed by Yan Zhen step by step, and there was not enough time at all.

Feng Yu said disdainfully: "Old thing, don't you think you're shameless like this?"

This is Feng Yu deliberately mocking Yan Zhen to delay time.

Yan Zhen shook his head: "Don't think about delaying time, if this seat doesn't leave you here today, this seat won't live!"

Yan Zhen's voice was huge, and Dongqin City was buzzed.

He glanced at Feng Yu and said, "Boy, let you see what a legend is." ”

Yan Zhen didn't give Feng Yu any chance, and said highly: "Hua Wuhua is crying!"

The space under Feng Yu's feet was instantly imprisoned, and the entire sky became dark, and pieces of blood-red petals danced.

Some old cultivators had a gleam in their eyes.

Flowers dance and flowers cry, flowers cry and petals fly!

This is the famous stunt of the flower god flower full moon!

In the past, the god of flowers was cultivated to cover the world. Legend has it that after ancient times, he was a character who was very promising to achieve the fruit of mythology.

The Dao technique he left behind was naturally extraordinary. Legend has it that his Dao technique is close to the Dao art of the mythical realm.

At the beginning, Yan Zhen heard that Baihua Valley had such a secret technique, and it was with this secret technique that he stepped from the middle stage of the transformation realm to the late stage of the transformation realm.

When everyone was frightened and Shui Birou was worried, Feng Yu thought of the Valley of Hundred Flowers in his mind.

In order to avenge his father, he united with the Iron Sword Gate and the Valley of Hundred Flowers to extinguish the Valley of Fire.

But at a critical juncture, Baihuagu suddenly turned against him and wanted to get rid of him quickly.

At that time, Yan Qianlu, the valley owner of Baihua Valley, had used this trick and wanted to take him down in one fell swoop.

Flower God Stunt! Flower Dance Tears Flowers!

Suddenly, Wind Feather flicked his fingers, and runes were carved into the void.

Immortal Sealing Technique!

Without a martial arts bloodline, can you also perform the Immortal Sealing Technique?Feng Yu was puzzled in his heart.

However, all the powerful Dao skills of the martial arts clan must have the bloodline of the martial arts to be used.

The Immortal Sealing Technique is so strong, but there is no bloodline boundary, it stands to reason that this is impossible.

The only explanation is that the Immortal Sealing Technique is not a Dao technique of the martial arts.

Feng Yu glanced at Yan Zhen, and the runes of the Immortal Sealing Technique dissolved all the domain fields where Hua Wuhua was crying, and they fought back.

Seeing that Feng Yu was out of his control, Yan was shocked and said, "You!"

Before he could say the next sentence, Wind Feather rushed in front of him and landed a punch.

Yan Zhen's dantian was rippling, and it was already damaged.

This blow was completely unexpected by Yan Zhen, the history of sealing immortal art is extremely long, and it is said that it was created by a sealing mythological figure, and in ancient times, sealing and suppressing all kinds of supreme figures.

As soon as the move worked, Feng Yu immediately greeted him, intending to take advantage of his illness to kill him.

At this time, the remaining elders of the Magic Academy's Merge Period and the half-step overhaul all surrounded and blocked Feng Yu.

There is no doubt about this, Wind Feather's current identity is the remnant of trolls, and they are the monks of light and the elders of the magic academy.

Feng Yu scolded lightly, roared like thunder, and a huge sound wave swept through the city, shocking everyone and others.

Many old cultivators were sluggish, and the current Feng Yu was far beyond the strength he had shown at this stage of cultivation.

Yan Zhen's ears roared, and he condensed a hundred zhang sword qi with one hand, which had the potential to slash the sun, moon and stars!

Blazing white sword qi fell from the top of Feng Yu's head.

"You're dead!" Wind Feather stood in the air, his black hair fluttering, like a demon god of the world.

The voice was soft, but it shocked everyone.

The sky was cloudy and gradually darkened, like heaven and earth mourning.

Yan Zhen said disdainfully: "The kid is arrogant!"

The next moment he closed his mouth as he saw Wind Feather's eyes.

The infinite sword intent surged, and it had actually affected the sword qi in his hand.

The sword light in the sky was scattered, and there seemed to be only a few sword lights left in the entire Dongqin City.

Yan Zhen fell from the sky, and his body was split in half.

Under the infinite sword intent, he had already disappeared, and there was still unwillingness in his eyes.

Many old cultivators opened their mouths wide, this is a real battle of strength, ancient art against ancient art, body art against body art.

Feng Yu used the cultivation of the early stage of the transformation realm to kill the masters of the late stage of the transformation realm.

Compared to before, the current Wind Feather does not have the power of demonic energy explosion, does not have the blessing of the Heavenly Tribulation, and does not have the bloodline of martial arts.

Such a record is enough to prove the horror and potential of Wind Feather.

An old cultivator muttered: "In the early stage of the transformation realm, how many people can kill a strong person who is almost a royal cultivator, how many people can do it throughout the ages?"

"If he continues to develop like this, maybe the Eastern Continent will be trampled under his feet. ”

"The remnant of the trolls, has it risen now?"

Shui Birou had already run to Feng Yu's side, and she knew that after the big battle just now, Feng Yu's current state was definitely not very good.

The sky was filled with black clouds, and gusts of wind were howling, as if it had entered a cold winter in an instant.

Feng Yu glanced at Shui Birou and exercised his breath.

He glanced around, the killing intent was awe-inspiring, and all the monks retreated.

Yan Zhen's body was still on the ground, and even though Feng Yu was very weak now, those monks still didn't dare to go up now.

"Infinite Sword Intent Sealing Immortal Technique!Good!Good!Good!Good!" A vague figure cleared up from the crowd.

A beautiful figure looked down at Feng Yu from a high altitude, and his face seemed to be not contaminated with a trace of fireworks.

Some of the young monks were stunned for a moment, and for a moment they thought it was a fairy descending to earth.

Wind Feather's pupils are constricted, it is unparalleled!

Since the Blackwater Lake, the last person Feng Yu wants to see is Wushuang.

Feng Yu smiled bitterly, judging from Wushuang's tone just now, it was not an accident that she appeared here.

Wushuang said coldly: "I haven't found it last time, Wuji Sword Intent, Immortal Sealing Technique, you should also return it to me." ”

Wushuang is high up and seems to be saying something that is taken for granted.

Shui Birou stood in front of Wind Feather, staring at Wushuang.

In the previous demon slaying war, Wushuang became famous in one battle, and Shui Birou knew a little about the entanglement between Feng Yu and Wushuang.

Feng Yu pulled Shui Birou behind him and said, "This is what I should be facing. ”

Feng Yu glanced at Wushuang, the woman in front of him took everything from him.

Somehow, there was a fire of anger burning and boiling in Feng Yu's heart, as if he was there for this peerless.

Wushuang sneered: "What, you're not convinced, are you?"

She stood in the air and said, "After so long, you should understand that you are just a wedding dress for me." It's your life, and you're here for me. ”

Every word of Wushuang pierced into Feng Yu's heart like a steel needle, and the anger in Feng Yu's heart boiled more and more, and finally erupted.

A purple whirlwind pierced into the sky, piercing through the peerless, and the wind feather struck.

From the moment Wushuang took everything away from Feng Yu, there was a deep anger in Feng Yu's heart.

Why? Why is he the unparalleled wedding dress, what do those people think of him!

Why should he be enslaved all the time! What is he!

What family, what martial arts bloodline, was shattered in Feng Yu's heart for a while.

Feng Yu faced the unequaled, and the killing intent was awe-inspiring.

Wushuang drew a large silver disc with one hand, blocking the wind feathers out.

But with one move, he knocked Feng Yu down.

Feng Yu fell to the ground, and the Dao power surged. The move that Wushuang used just now is the secret technique of the martial arts clan, the reincarnation disk.

At the same time, he also knew that the current Wushuang was not something he could defeat.

From the contact just now, he knew that Wushuang's cultivation could almost completely crush him.

Coupled with the fact that Wushuang's talent, bloodline, and Dao skills were all stronger than him, it was almost impossible for him to defeat Wushuang now.

Wushuang looked at Feng Yu contemptuously: "My cultivation is the Great Perfection of the late stage of the Transformation Realm, and I can break through to the Realm of the Royal Dao at any time. What do you compare to me?"

"Eighty percent of the Dao fruits you cultivate belong to me, what are you fighting with me?"

Word by word, let Feng Yu churn in anger.

Feng Yu glanced up at Wushuang, and Wushuang had a cold smile on his face.

This hint of laughter made Feng Yu angry, but there was no way to vent it.

Fight, can't beat, and besides, this time people still came over to ask for their own Wuji Sword Intent and Immortal Sealing Technique.

Feng Yu's teeth creaked, and it seemed that this was something more helpless than experiencing life and death.

Qingli's figure blocked in front of her, and Shui Birou smiled and looked at Wushuang.

"You're Wushuang, aren't you?"