Murong Xu Shi stepped back and had no way back, Li Batian rubbed his hands, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became stronger, "Last time, I let you run away because of Feng Yu, and this time you sent it to the door yourself." Hey!"

Looking at Li Batian, who was getting closer and closer, Murong Xu Shi looked at Feng Yu, who was as angry as a lion downstairs in the city, and she pushed away a guard next to her with one palm.

Jumping into the tower, he jumped off the tower with his arms outstretched. The wind is whistling in my ears, and there is nothing in front of me, just a belief, living and dying together.

For many years, how many pains have been overcome, but only one kind of suffering can be resisted, that kind of suffering can teach people to break their hearts, that kind of suffering can teach people to endure thousands of years of loneliness, and that kind of suffering can teach people to be willing to sacrifice their souls.

Wisps of green silk fluttered, clothes and belts flew, Murong Xu Shi fell from the city tower like a fairy, Feng Yu jumped into the air and hugged Murong Xu Shi.

The sword flashed, and a group of monsters under the city were swept away. Li Batian looked at Murong Xu Shi who jumped off the city tower, his mouth was dry, he only didn't expect that Murong Xu Shi was not afraid of death, and would rather be devoured by ten thousand demons and die.

A wave of anger rose in his heart, and he shouted at the guards, "A bunch of shit!

Turning to look down at the city tower, "You guys just wait for death!"

One knife, another knife, the demon tide was beaten back again and again, in the battle in full swing, a pair of hands tightly clasped together, as if these hands were originally the same body.

The corpses of the monsters on the ground have long been piled up, and they are bubbling with wisps of demonic energy. Under the city, the cries of the demon wind, the screams of the monsters, the snorting of the demon qi, and the sound of the sword breaking through the air are mixed, which is both quiet and noisy.

A strange cry resounded across the ground. The youkai that were surrounding the two of them retreated, as if they were afraid of something. The sky was gray.

Silence! Utter silence! At this moment, even the sound of breathing is extremely heavy. Knock-knock-knock. A youkai wrapped in black armor was walking slowly on a horse.

The silver spear in his hand emitted a misty demon cloud. The two hands were held tighter, and Murong Xu Shi straightened her delicate body, as if as long as she was by this man's side, there was nothing to fear.

Feng Yu looked into her eyes, which were as clear as water, and did not need words.

The hand let go in the darkness, and those shining eyes became panicked. With the sound of metal colliding, the treasure knife was thrown to the ground by Feng Yu, which he had left for Murong Xu Shi.

His spiritual power is about to run out, and now he can only do his best to kill the monster leader in front of him, a dragon shadow roars, and the Thousand Illusions Gong turns the wind feather into a dragon shape and then accelerates with the dragon step.

He was going to give the monster commander a full blow.

The youkai lord didn't underestimate Wind Feather, he smelled danger in Wind Feather, a smell that had tormented them for countless years.

He turned into a huge bull and struck at the wind feather with a wild dancing demonic wind. The sound of the explosion resounded through the earth again, and Feng Yu's spiritual power was completely exhausted, and now he couldn't even move a finger.

There was a hint of contempt in the monster's eyes, and the spear was about to swing, and a strong wind made him unable to slow down.

Feng Yu's left hand traced the runes left by the martial arts, and the runes emitted brilliant brilliance, suppressing the Dao technique of the commander to death.

This is the rune left by the martial arts to seal the Mangniu Demon, and it has a strong restraint effect on the Mangniu Demon.

The demonic energy exploded! Wind Feather is like a peerless god of war. A black hole ran through the monster's chest, and a popping sound sounded in the space behind the monster's chest.

Feng Yu's blow concentrated all the power of his demonic qi explosion, he just wanted to kill the other party with one blow and give Murong Xu Shi a chance to survive. The entire battlefield was quiet, and Li Batian and his party on the city tower also widened their eyes.

This kind of courage to give up who else is this, this kind of determination to behead the general in a million army can be had! Feng Yu has exhausted all his spiritual power.

He closed his eyes, and the demon cloud that had dispersed fell from the sky. A white shadow caught him, and a warm current flowed into Wind Feather's body.

Feng Yu's eyelids lifted, and Liu Changqing. He was completely unconscious, because he was completely relaxed.

Warm, soft, Feng Yu opened his eyes, and he found himself lying on the bed. The little flower next to him jumped up with a smile, "Childe is awake!"

Feng Yu sat up, still tingling all over his body. Baili Guiyi and the others all ran in when they heard this voice.

Baili Guiyi didn't seem to be worried about Feng Yu at all, and patted Feng Yu on the shoulder, "Good boy, you really can do it! ”

A smile appeared at the corner of Feng Yu's mouth, he ignored the hundred miles and one, and glanced around, as if looking for something.

Baili Guiyi saw his thoughts, and ordered Xiaoxing and Xiaohua to get something to eat for Feng Yu, and then hooked his finger at Feng Yu, "Are you looking for Miss Murong?"

This is something that everyone can guess, and Feng Yu did not deny it.

The corners of Baili Guiyi's mouth showed a mysterious smile, "Miss Murong has been brought back by Master Murong, don't look for it." ”

He then made a very proud look, "Do you know how bullish this master of ours is? When you were sent back by the master the day before yesterday, the master immediately took a group of people to the ancient ruins, and he was very powerful. ”

This really surprised Feng Yu, he was in a coma for two days, and Liu Changqing also went to the ancient ruins to kill the Quartet. He slowed down, just as Xiaoxing and the others were also ready to eat.

Baili and his party didn't bother him, and left one after another. After eating something and running for a few cycles of Xuangong, Feng Yu felt that he had almost recovered, and he felt that his cultivation had faintly broken through because of this battle.

As long as he had enough aura, he could break through to the Lingcheng realm.

But he didn't want to break through too early, the Qi Gathering Period is a very important stage, this stage and Lingcheng is a watershed, only this stage is well prepared, in order to lay a solid foundation for the future.

After breathing his body, Wind Feather practiced the runes he had written down in the ruins again. Those rune martial arts uncles had never taught him, and it could be said that apart from the family heirloom Xuangong, martial arts did not teach Feng Yu any Dao techniques.

Once Feng Yu once asked Martial Arts why he didn't teach him to practice some advanced Taoist techniques. The answer that Martial Dao gave him was that the Holy Lord did not let him teach.

At that time, Feng Yu didn't understand, and he met his father after waiting for a long time and asked the same question. Since he is the son of the Holy King of the Martial Dao Clan, he should practice advanced Dao techniques and surpass the monks of his contemporaries.

The martial artist replied at that time, "If one day you are deprived of the bloodline talent of the martial arts. If one day you are defeated, then what is the use of your advanced Dao skills. Some forces that seem to be able to make themselves more powerful are often their own barriers. ”

Feng Yu shook his head when he heard this, isn't this looking for abuse for his son? As the son of the Holy Lord of the strongest clan in the human world, he will be deprived of his bloodline talent, and he will be abolished, unless that person is you!