The blood-colored ice shield broke through the layers of barriers and smashed towards the Fengshenxiu lying on the ground, and when it was about to die, a fast figure flickered and waved his hand to disperse the energy of the ice shield and helped up the Fengshenxiu on the ground.

At the same time, the flying knife with the sound of breaking the air approached Wen Ya's body, the deadly danger felt like death was coming, Wen Yazhi's face was full of horror and retreated to the rear, the flying knife destroyed Wen Ya's confidence with a nirvana breath, and there was not even a bit of defensive counterattack between retreats.

Wen Quxing's face turned black abruptly when he looked at his son's embarrassing performance, he was embarrassed today, and in desperation, he jumped up and gently clamped the flying knife with his fingers, and the powerful impact force was instantly unloaded, and at the same time, a gentle force was sent out to drag Wen Yazhi, so as not to make a fool of himself again.

Tick!

The bright red blood fell to the ground and amazed a room of people, and the full force of a young man who practiced the third order of the body mirror actually injured a master of the smart mirror, even if Wenqu Xingtuo did not go all out, but there was no one on the Kyushu continent, and the bright red blood on the ground told the power of Fengshenxiu's blow, which is no longer a miracle but a myth.

The biggest shock was the main Wenqu Xing, the slight pain was like being slapped a few times, his face was hot and painful, he had been famous for decades and was planted in the hands of an unknown junior today, this junior is still a well-known waste!

At this moment, Wen Quxing just wanted to ask the person who said that Feng Shenxiu was a waste: "This is all waste, what is this seat?" stared at the flying knife between his fingers with a clear face, and finally believed in his heart that the person who poisoned Wen Ya was Feng Shenxiu, because he had this ability! Judging from his long-term performance, he also had this scheming.

Willing to soar into the sky and do nothing for more than ten years, willing to become a waste that everyone spurns, this kind of mind and forbearance is really not something that ordinary people can do, all such people are all treacherous heroes who make the world fearful, or peerless heroes who sit on thousands of miles of rivers and mountains to dominate the world.

Glancing back at his pale and frightened son, Wen Quxing's heart was full of feelings, how could the gap between the seventh son in the same family be so big!

The blood slid down like a beating war drum, playing into an indescribable movement, everyone looked at each other, and at this moment the hall was extremely quiet, and the fallen leaves could be heard. With Wenquxing's strength, he could heal his wounds in an instant, but he didn't do it, in Wenquxing's heart, he thought that this was a landmark education, and Lion Botu was also full strength!

After more than ten years of peak prestige, under the influence of vast power, Wen Quxing lost the unique vigilance of a martial artist, and it was a bit overbearing, which also made Wen Quxing feel a pang in his heart and began to face up to his own shortcomings.

"Brother Wen, you have to give me an explanation today! You father and son really think that my Feng family is the backyard of your Wen Mansion! Or do you want to start a war with my Feng family!"

Hearing this, Wen Quxing said with a depressed face: "Brother Feng, this matter is just a child's nonsense, how about it?"

The wind and clouds surged, and the fist was as vast as the sea, and a thunderbolt fist as fast as a thunderbolt smashed towards Wenqu Xing's ears, accompanied by Feng Dihao's angry voice: "Let's talk about it after the battle!

Promise!

The spiritual power in the hall is fickle, the colorful spiritual power is like a colorful picture scroll, drawing traces of the Dao, a cumbersome and complex formation is taking shape at a rapid pace, hearing Feng Dihao's shouting, Wen Quxing's face changed greatly, and in a hurry, he made a palm for a fist against Feng Dihao's thunder and lightning divine fist and said: "Brother Feng has something to say, don't be impulsive!" Wen Quxing was greeted by a thunderbolt.

The fist is fierce and domineering, with the thunder and lightning rushing towards Wen Qu Xing, and in a moment he swung out thousands of punches and turned into monstrous thunder and lightning to envelop Wen Qu Xing, wanting to trap Wen Qu Xing and wait for the elders to kill together, and there was no mercy between the punches, "boom" After the two of them punched, Wen Qu Xing retreated to the corner of the wall, and swung a large-scale attack at the elders of the Feng family with his left foot.

Frost falls!

The bone-chilling frost fell, delaying the bodies of the elders of the Feng family, preventing them from forming a cloud-over-rain array, facing the Feng family's great array of protectors, Wen Quxing did not dare to have the slightest contempt, and the patriarch of the same family naturally knew the power of this kind of formation.

Burst!

A mouthful of blood spurted out, Wen Quxing looked at Feng Dihao angrily, he didn't even notice the blood on the corner of his mouth, his eyes were like a torch as if there was anger burning, the anger in his chest was torn apart, his eyes stared at Feng Dihao's anger and began to converge, and after a while, he said calmly with a faint smile: "Brother Feng, this is really going to stay in this seat!

When it comes to the realm of Feng Dihao, it is really rare to want to fight, so the two of them want to weigh the depth of each other in a battle, and when they heard this, Feng Dihao laughed and said: "That's what you mean, please!" waved his fist and rushed towards Wen Quxing, and actually abandoned the use of spiritual power and directly used ** power to duel.

The boxing method changes to the flesh like two street hooligans fighting, and those with low eyesight can see the trick in this, but at this moment, the Fengshenxiu who has just woken up is no longer in this list, in the eyes of Fengshenxiu, the duel control of these two is accurate and subtle, and can control their powerful spiritual power and ** power to the extreme, and they can make strength in the attack without hurting the grass and trees in the Fengjia hall.

He is really worthy of being a master of the smart mirror!

At this moment, the two of them also have suffering, one is afraid to make a strong move, for fear of damaging the things in the hall, causing the Feng family to collectively anger and leaving their lives, while the other is also taboo, for fear of making too heavy a shot, and the other accidentally destroys the things in the hall and becomes a family sinner, it can be said that the two people have their own scruples and dare not go all out to fight!

In his previous life, as a world's pinnacle master, Feng Shenxiu seemed to have such a duel to truly see whether a person's strength was strong or not, and the triple test of control, **, and combat consciousness could reflect the comprehensive level of a martial artist.

"Peng, Peng, Bang,......"

The fists and feet are added to the palm and fingers are opposite, although there is no spiritual power fluctuation, but the move is fatal, the danger is incomparable, one is not careful, it will be a catastrophe, and the ragged clothes are like beggars, if the people of Yangzhou City see the picture of the heads of the two peak families like hooligans, I believe that the noble images of Feng Dihao and Wenqu Xing will collapse, and the glorious image will be gone.

............

The hundred sects located in various parts of the Kyushu continent began to recruit people, preparing for the five-year Hundred Sect Competition, various communication methods were constantly activated, and the teleportation arrays to the major states were activated at the same time, and the milky white light shone on the Nine Heavens weaving and dyeing ripples, which attracted people's attention.

The origin of the hundred sects is extremely ancient, and it has been handed down from the ancient times and has become a custom, and the people of all ethnic groups in the Kyushu continent will be as lively as a festival during this time.

On the eighth day of the ninth month of the lunar calendar, a hundred flowers were killed in the belly of the Broken Sword Mountain

Chrysanthemums are broken in hundreds of cases, and the mainland's talents are all coming to the west

The bronze bell rang and the fight began, and the heroes of all ethnic groups showed their heroic posture

Whoever has the best of the hundred emperors, and the strong are respected

............

Sail!

Another confrontation, Feng Dihao wiped a handful of sweat drops from his forehead, looked at Wen Quxing and said: "Brother Wen, this battle is over! You take your idle nephew back, junior brother believes that you will handle today's affairs!" Wen Quxing stood up when he heard this, helped his crumpled clothes and said with a smile: "I will not let Brother Feng down!"

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