Any of the eight major sects of the Eastern Wilderness has a history of more than 1,000 years. Hot

The Wind Demon Hall is also an ancient 'sect' sect, and the previous hall masters are all among the top powerhouses in the Eastern Wilderness Continent.

There are many legends about Fengshenyue, and many warriors in the Eastern Wilderness Continent have heard of this fierce and powerful martial king.

The Wind Demon Hall was created by the Feng family, and the previous hall masters were all members of the Feng family.

And Fengshenyue is the adopted son of the previous hall master, and after entering the Feng family as a child with a foreign surname, he changed his surname and changed his name to Fengshenyue.

It is said that two hundred years ago, in order to snatch the position of the hall master of the Wind Demon Temple, Fengshen Yue personally poisoned his adoptive father and two elder brothers.

One hundred and eighty years ago, he led the six hall masters to return to the family that expelled him that year, and exterminated more than 1,000 people in the family, even the 'women' and children.

One hundred and fifty years ago, he led a group of masters of the Wind Demon Hall and slaughtered tens of thousands of people from nine second-rate 'sects'.

A hundred years ago......

All in all, every legend about Mt. Kazegami is full of monstrous killings and bloodshed.

He slaughtered at least hundreds of thousands of warriors in his life, and the white bones under his hands were piled up like a mountain, which can be described as a heinous crime.

Because of this, the Wind Demon Hall has become the most terrifying evil sect 'gate' on the Eastern Wilderness Continent.

Fengshenyue is also known as a peerless killer god, which can stop children from crying at night, making the warriors of the whole continent afraid and frightened.

And the hatred between He Wuxian and Feng Shenyue, from the moment he killed Feng Qian's soul in the 'chaotic' and 'chaotic' city, was destined to be an endless ending.

Because Feng Qiansoul is the youngest son of Feng Shenyue's most beloved son.

Now, Feng Shenyue led five martial sects to descend on the 'misty' fog forest, precisely to drive out He Wuxian and the others.

"Whew!"

The wind howled by, blowing the broken peaks around them, kicking up a cloud of dust and making the night even hazy.

Fengshenyue flapped the dark golden 'colored' wings behind him, and flew a hundred feet away in front of He Wuxian, suspended in the air.

The five eighth-level martial sects also quickly followed, standing on the mountains of rubble and dirt, staring at He Wuxian with murderous expressions on their faces.

The wind was howling, blowing the long blood-colored hair of Fengshenyue's waist.

His face was pale and cold, like a dead man's skin, without any expression, only dead silence and coldness.

His eyes were long and narrow, and his eyes were as poisonous and cruel as a poisonous snake, flashing with a palpitating 'essence' light.

After being silent for a while, Fengshen Yue raised his bony left arm, 'exposed' a dry and pale claw, and pointed at He Wuxian and sneered.

"Assert ......"

The sneering voice was like the cry of a night owl, dry and hoarse and ugly, not at all like a human voice, which made people can't help but have 'chicken' bumps. （WWW.800book）

"Why don't you hate, don't kneel down and lead the death!"

"Truly...... This seat will suck your blood dry, 'pump' your soul out and suffer for a hundred years, let you endure the most cruel torture in the world, and then torture you to death little by little. Only in this way can the hatred in the heart of this seat be dissolved!"

Fengshenyue's pale lips moved, and a wide purple robe fluttered in the wind.

The bloody words are even more pervasive, filling the area within a radius of ten miles, which makes people shudder.

Stared at by his 'yin' poisonous and cruel eyes, He Wuxian felt as if his whole body was crawling with little snakes, and he had a layer of 'chicken' skin bumps, and a cold breath came from the bottom of his heart.

However, He Wuxian was not afraid at all, his eyes looked at Fengshenyue coldly, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a sneer.

"An old thing that is not a person or a ghost, you look so ugly and come out scary, hurry up and take a fig leaf to 'cover' your face, Young Master Ben is disgusted when he looks at it!"

Fengshen Yue is a dignified martial king, how powerful he is.

For two hundred years, all the warriors who saw him looked sideways, frightened and afraid, for fear that they would be slaughtered if they accidentally provoked him.

When did anyone dare to humiliate and scold in front of him like He Wuxian?

In an instant, Feng Shenyue's face twitched and twisted.

The long and narrow 'yin' poisonous eyes also 'revealed' an incomparably vicious 'yin' cold light.

"Arrogant boy, today is your death, and this seat is going to tear you apart!"

The voice of 'yin' compassion sounded, containing a terrifying chill, enveloping the land within a radius of ten miles, making this area cold.

The five Wind Demon Hall Masters suddenly roared angrily, and they all drew their swords and rushed towards He Wuxian.

As the so-called master humiliates the servants to death, why does he dare to insult Fengshenyue in person, which is more uncomfortable than killing them.

The sword light flickered, the sword qi roared, and six dazzling sword rays pierced the night in an instant, stabbing at He Wuxian's vital point from five directions.

The icy air was cut and torn, the earth rumbled and trembled, the surrounding mountain peaks continued to crumble and collapse, and large swaths of forest were submerged in mud.

Five eighth-level martial arts powerhouses joined forces to attack, and the power was so powerful that it caused the earth to shake.

He Wuxian, who was shrouded in sword light, burst into dazzling flame brilliance, and his killing intent immediately climbed to the peak.

"Mountains and rivers are broken!"

In an instant, the Blood Drinking Knife burst out with eighteen dazzling swords, slashing towards the five Wind Demon Hall Masters.

Each sword is one zhang long, condensed like a substance, 'excited' and 'swinging' with monstrous flames, carrying a terrifying and unparalleled temperature.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the flame sword and the sword light of the five martial sects bombarded together, and an earth-shattering loud sound erupted.

The crisp sound of "Click! Click!" sounded, and all the sword light exploded, turning into thousands of fragments, and bombarded the surrounding ground with a bang.

The already devastated land, the vigorous energy that was raging violently, made countless pits and 'holes', and dirt and dust flew all over the sky.

The power of a million catties converged into a 'naked' visible shock 'wave', which quickly swept around.

Suddenly, the four surrounding peaks were once again shattered by the bombardment, and they fell down with a bang, completely razed to the ground.

And the five eighth-level martial sects were all slashed by the sword, and they were hit by the terrifying force and flew backwards.

"Poof!

A series of muffled noises erupted, and the five Martial Sects fell to the ground thirty zhang away one after another, smashing out several huge cracks.

The armor of the five people was all crushed and destroyed, and the 'flesh' body was seriously injured, and a terrifying wound appeared between the 'chest' and abdomen, gurgling with blood.

In one move, He Wuxian simply repelled the five eighth-level martial sects, and his strong and terrifying strength was undoubtedly revealed!

This situation made the five Wind Demon Hall Masters all change their 'color' in shock, and their eyes were full of incredible looks.

Even Fengshenyue, who was suspended in the sky, with a 'yin' eyes waiting to see He Wuxian being killed, couldn't help but change his face, and his eyes became more and more 'gloomy' and cruel.

"Truly...... It's funny. ”

"Boy, you've managed to arouse the interest of this seat, and you're qualified to let this seat take action himself. ”

As he spoke, Feng Shenyue gradually spread his arms, and a wide purple 'colored' robe fluttered in the wind.

He was full of dark golden 'color' energy, and there were thousands of wisps, like thousands of golden swords, aiming at He Wuxi.

Each dark gold 'colored' sword light was as sharp as a high-grade mystical weapon, containing the terrifying power of splitting mountains and breaking mountains.

Shrouded in thousands of golden swords, Tang Bao's face became more and more pale, and blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth that had been suppressed by the fierce momentum.

He Wuxian's back also gave birth to a cold breath, and a cold breath of death gushed out from the bottom of his heart.

He had no doubt about the power of those thousands of golden light swords, even if it was a thousand feet of mountain, it could be instantly bombarded into powder.

But he still glared at Feng Shenyue fearlessly, and sneered back: "But Young Master Ben doesn't dare to be interested in you, unless you have a beautiful 'girl'......"

As soon as these words came out, Fengshenyue's face suddenly sank, the murderous aura in his eyes surged violently, and the temperature around him dropped sharply to the limit.

"Die!"

He let out a low snort, glaring at He Wuxian with resentful eyes, and then slapped his right palm fiercely.

"Boom! Boom!"

Suddenly, thousands of golden-colored sword lights blasted down towards He Wuxian like a rain of arrows.

The incomparably sharp golden light sword qi tore through the air, and even crossed the spatial distance, stabbing He Wuxian in a tenth of an instant.

"Bang!

Countless golden light sword qi stabbed on He Wuxi's flame shield, and a series of muffled sounds suddenly sounded.

Each golden 'colored' sword light contained a million catties of terrifying power, trembling He Wuxian's body and flying backwards.

In the blink of an eye, more than a hundred golden 'colored' sword lights exploded, turning into a golden 'colored' hurricane that swept around, knocking down the surrounding land and shattering it.

At the same time, He Wuxi's flame shield shattered with a bang.

The remaining more than 800 golden-colored sword lights were all bombarded on his Dragon Flame Armor.

The muffled sound of "bang bang bang" sounded again, and He Wuxi's body was directly bombarded by the terrifying power, and flew backwards and flew out, falling like a kite with a broken string.

Before the man fell in midair, a wisp of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his internal organs were already shattered.

The strength of the Martial King is so terrifying!

Although He Wuxian was already a ninth-level martial sect, he had the strength and yuan power comparable to that of a first-level martial king.

However, in front of Fengshenyue, a genuine first-level martial king, it was still difficult to resist.

The realm of Martial Sect and Martial King is only one word apart, one step away, but the difference in strength is worlds apart.

There has always been a saying in the world of martial artists that all ants are under the martial king.

Because only when the realm of the martial king is reached, and the water beads of the yuan power in the body are condensed into pills, it means that the martial artist has crossed the limit of the martial artist's 'flesh' body and reached the realm of resonance and symbiosis with heaven and earth.

The cultivation of the strong martial arts is to absorb the vitality of heaven and earth for their own use, and borrow the power of heaven and earth to fight.

And the strong martial king has reached a more profound and terrifying realm, and can 'manipulate' the vitality of heaven and earth and pull the power of heaven and earth for his own use.

Borrowing and '' are two completely different realms.

The gap between the Martial Sect and the Martial King is a chasm that runs through ancient and modern times.

For hundreds of millions of years, ninety percent of the genius martial artists have stopped before this chasm.

A first-level martial king, the real combat power is comparable to ten martial sects.

The Martial King is a powerhouse, and it is by no means something that can be defeated by the number of Martial Sects alone, it is a powerhouse of another level realm.

"Poof!"

With a muffled sound, He Wuxian slammed to the ground, smashing a huge crack and splashing dust and dirt all over the sky.

At the same time, the Wind God Yue people were in the air, waving their hands and making dozens of mysterious gestures, forming a powerful knot.

Suddenly, an invisible terrifying force burst into force, enveloping a 500-zhang high mountain twenty miles away.

"Boom!"

In the loud noise, the mountain was uprooted, galloped towards He Wuxi, and suppressed it head-on.

This scene suddenly made He Wuxi's eyes widen, and the depths of his eyes were full of horror.

"The rumors are true, the strong man of the Martial King really has the great power to move mountains and reclaim the sea!"

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