From the time Feng Yuxiu left the wooden boat to the time when the sword light turned on, it only took one breath to kill, one person and two people were injured.

Inhale.

Breathe out.

It was short-lived.

This sword was very strong and almost unstoppable, and it was not until the senior brother of the academy who had spoken to Liang Xiaodao first stopped him that he blocked the sword that continued to stab.

He also used a sword.

There are many people who use swords in the academy, and there are even more people who use swords in the world.

"Who are you?"

Taking this sword, Feng Yuxiu's body stopped in place, and a small boat appeared under his feet, he looked at the person who stopped him in front of him, and raised his eyebrows slightly, a little curious.

Since he was defeated at the hands of Wang Buji in the land of the Three Ancient Beings, he survived and returned to the Yin Cao, and went directly to hell and began to practice wildly, for which his master also specially transferred a large number of resources for him to drive.

Therefore, in less than three months, he broke through the bottleneck of the second realm and reached the upper three levels.

Of course, although it is because of his hard work, it has a lot to do with the fact that he has already stood at the peak of his commitment.

Hell after hell is a real hell.

After returning from the suffering, he has made a qualitative leap in both strength and temperament, and he thinks that there are not many people in the academy who can stop him except for the nine sons.

"Academy, Tang San. ”

He met Feng Yuxiu's gaze, only to feel a faint tingling pain in his eyes, and couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly, and said lightly.

"The academy is truly an amazing place. ”

Feng Yuxiu held his sword, was silent for a moment, and then said.

Yin Cao is the shadow of the entire continent, needless to say, his power is huge, he can enter hell, and was sent out to carry out such an important mission, his status among Yin Cao is naturally extremely high.

It can be said that it is given high hopes, and the Yin Cao power is huge, and it is different from other forces, and there are a total of thirty-six holy sons under its disciples.

Feng Yuxiu is one of them, as the next holy son.

The thirty-six holy sons are divided into 12 great saints, 12 minor saints, and 12 lower saints according to their different strength realms.

Feng was the Lower Holy Son before he was appointed by Xiuhe Bao Zhiming, and now although he has become a monk of the Three Realms, if he is re-ranked in the future, he may be able to enter the ranks of the Little Holy Son.

It can be seen how outstanding Feng Yuxiu's status and own talent will be in Yin Cao.

Tang San was able to stop his sword, which was remarkable.

It is conceivable how strong the disciples of the academy are, and this is something to be proud of.

A man in a long robe suddenly walked over from a distance, and a lone man stood on the edge of the battlefield, holding a pen in one hand and a small book in the other, on which something was softly written.

Many people looked at it and knew that it was the one who had made it to heaven, so they didn't bother with him.

"You're not bad, but you can't stop me. ”

Feng Yuxiu smiled, revealing neat and perfect teeth, and then stepped forward, and the boat lifted the front on the sea, leaving an afterimage in the process of walking.

The sword stabbed at Tang San's face, he wanted to try how amazing the people of the academy were.

The sword momentum was very fast, swift and agile, and the sea water under his feet rose separately to the left and right of the two of them, and then stabbed towards Tang San like a little sword blade.

This is a division between life and death, not a heads-up.

Of course, the others would not watch the two of them fight, and four academy disciples immediately walked out from all sides, all of them were monks of the upper three levels, and the academy disciples paid attention to treating people with courtesy, but they would not be the slightest bit soft when killing people.

Zifei came out with a sword, and he didn't know how many desolate people he killed along the way.

Chen Zhimo's life is a good child, and he will not hesitate to kill people.

Feng Yuxiu's sword was still moving forward, Tang San had already raised his stance, and if this sword fell, he would be seriously injured, but he would not die.

If he won't die, then Feng Yuxiu will die, because his four swords and sword shadows have already slashed at Feng Yuxiu's back.

Everyone can see it.

The wooden boat was still quiet on the sea, the dim lanterns illuminated the mist, and the two men in the hats did not seem to be in a hurry, and did not even move.

I didn't even look away.

Feng Yuxiu didn't seem to feel the cold murderous intent behind him, he looked directly at Tang San, his eyes didn't tremble at all.

Tang San was the same, his posture of raising his sword was very steady, his face was calm, it was a defensive posture, he wanted to see why the person in front of him dared to be so bold.

The sea came at a rapid speed and hit his body, and an oval sword qi rose around Tang San, surrounding him, and the sea water fell on the sword qi and turned into countless tiny shatters, looking as if it had disappeared out of thin air.

Sealed in repair

The sword landed on the oval, on the sword body that Tang San held high.

There was a soft clink.

The oval around his body exploded violently, Tang San's sword stepped back and pressed against his chest, and then the sound of bone cracking sounded on the quiet sea.

His body flew backwards, and the boat retreated on the sea and stopped beside Mo Qinghuan.

His face was pale, the hair on his forehead was scattered, and there was a sword wound on his chest that was several inches deep and flowing bright red blood.

But those eyes were very bright, because the swords of the other four academy disciples had already fallen on Feng Yuxiu's back.

"The disciples of the academy are very good, but they are too blind and too taken for granted. ”

The corners of Feng Yuxiu's mouth rose upward, and Li Xiu opened his eyes and asked him to stop when he was in the Land of the Three Ancient Places.

Because within five steps, a single blow can be killed.

Since then, he has specialized in the method of dealing with sword cultivation and killing a sword.

Phantom of the Shadows.

Four swords slashed from behind him, and Feng Yuxiu's body suddenly transformed into a cloud of smoke that dissipated out of thin air, and appeared strangely on the other side, and the smoke landed on the boat from the sky, condensing his figure.

The face was a little paler.

Then the sword light slashed out, and the smoke swirled around the sea mist, and four screams rang out from the mist.

The academy disciples, each with their swords, slashed and fell, and the boat under their feet disappeared.

The four of them seemed to have lost their life.

The mist rising from the sea of books, combined with Feng Yuxiu, turned out to be a scythe that hooked the soul at this moment, harvesting one life after another.

Mo Qinghuan closed his eyes tightly, his brows furrowed, the paleness on that face did not improve at all, the time was too short after all, unless Cao Sheng or Chen Linqi were here, it was impossible to recover quickly.

All this happened in too short a short time, so short that an open space appeared in front of Mo Qinghuan, where only Tang San, who was seriously injured, and Liang Xiaodao and Chu Heng, who were committed to cultivation.

The Tang people around hurriedly filled in after a short period of shock, but it was too late, Feng Yuxiu's body had already passed through, and the mist wrapped the boat and drove forward, appearing in front of Mo Qinghuan.

The sea water flew out of the mist and hit Liang Xiaodao and Chu Heng's bodies, and the two of them staggered left and right and fell back, and Feng Yuxiu's sword slashed towards Mo Qinghuan's head.

That face was very good-looking, but Feng Yuxiu's eyes were full of coldness.

Killing Mo Qinghuan, her hand would naturally let go, and that thing would fly into the air and fly to his side.

As long as the things are in hand, no matter how many people around him are, they can't stop him.

A flower floated over and landed on top of Mo Qinghuan's head, just a flower, not pretty, but very neat.

It is not appropriate to describe flowers as neat.

But it fits well on this flower.

The flower floated upwards and grew bigger and bigger in the process, and the petals on both sides came to the middle and wrapped the sword body of Feng Yuxiu and blocked it slightly for a moment, which was a lot of time, but it was in this very short time that there was a rain of flowers floating all over the sky.

Countless petals sprouted out of thin air around Feng Yuxiu's body, gently floating downward like soft raindrops swaying in the wind.

That sword could still fall, and it only took a short time to kill Mo Qinghuan, but Feng Yuxiu didn't dare to fall, his arm straightened, his body turned sharply in the air, and the sword was retracted, and the cold edge surrounded his body, constantly cutting the flowers that floated down.

Liang Xiaodao stabilized his body, hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Tang San and Mo Qinghuan's boat, retreated backwards and hid in the crowd, the Tang people and academy disciples on all sides were like beehives, caged them in the center, looking at them with a vigilant expression.

The sword qi shattered, and the petals disappeared with it.

Feng Yuxiu fell to the ground, staring ahead with a solemn face.

Hua Yuyao stood there.

The two men looked at each other.

"I thought you'd be watching the show all the time. ”

Feng Yuxiu said disdainfully.

"You can't ask for that. ”

Hua Yuyao said lightly.

She naturally didn't have the kindness to rescue Mo Qinghuan, just because it was much easier to get that thing in Mo Qinghuan's hands than in Feng Yuxiu's hands.

And this person in front of him has a lot of means, and even how to enter the sea of books is full of fog, if he gets it in his hands, it will not be easy to do.

"I'm going to make sure of that thing, and no one can keep it, I said!"

Feng Yuxiu stretched out a finger and gently pointed at the sea, his words cold.

"Then I'll kill you. ”

"You want to kill me? ”

No more nonsense feng yu xiu rushed out again this time he didn t look at mo qinghuan but went straight towards hua yuyao he didn t

I don't know this woman, but I can keenly feel the strength of this woman.

I'm afraid it's only slightly inferior to him.

With such a terrifying strength, it seems that it should be a saint or a peak pro-descendant among the great forces of the Wasteland.

The petals fluttered and fell like rain in the sky, and Hua Yuyao walked into the sea of flowers to meet the long sword.

She has never made a move since she set foot in the Tang Realm, even if she was so despised by Li Xiu in front of the academy, she never made a move, but it was not because of her lack of strength.

It's just that things haven't gotten that serious yet, and it's different right now.

The thing in Mo Qinghuan's hand is the biggest chance in the entire sea of books, and his luck is far better than the five-colored light, if he can get it in the future, he may be able to compete for the ranking on the grass paper, and even enter the heavenly scrolls.

You can't miss it, that's why you will shoot.

Hua Yuyao's eyes were very cold, and there were a lot of people around her, so she must not delay in order to fight quickly.

The petals in the sky blocked the vision in front of him, and a sea of flowers quietly bloomed in the mist.

Feng Yu Xiu was indomitable, and the domineering perfection of his body cultivation was vividly displayed at this moment, many petals broke through the sword and fell on his body, but only a little white mark was struck, and his body was shrouded in black smoke floating on the surface.

The sword was raised high, and the streamer appeared from the sky and merged into the sword, which was a sword that would make the difference between victory and defeat.

The sword qi rose from the ground and burst out like an overwhelming explosion, and countless petals in all directions turned into powder at this moment, and there was no fragrance.

This is a flower that is completely conjured by aura, and naturally it will not have a fragrance.

The petals dissipated, but Hua Yuyao was not afraid at all, the whole person did not retreat, but entered the boat and quickly moved forward, she raised her palm, the five fingers of the green onion like white jade opened slightly, and a mysterious and mysterious aura fluctuation gathered on the palm, and the violent spiritual pressure exploded.

The exercises practiced by the Shangqing Palace are also extremely domineering, and both parties are not evasive.

The long sword landed on the palm of his hand and was dragged in the air by the violent aura, and loud noises and fluctuations kept coming from the place where the two of them clashed.

The flowers hidden in the mist on the sea suddenly exploded, bursting out from the bottom up, Feng Yu Xiu's complexion changed, and he let out a loud cry in his mouth, and all the smoke shrouded in his body was transferred to the long sword, and he slashed down with the sword momentum.

A sharp edge that was enough to break the golden cracking stone slashed out, and those flowers from the bottom up quickly withered and disappeared, and Hua Yuyao's palm fell on Feng Yuxiu's shoulder.

The sword momentum never stopped, slashing at Hua Yuyao's chest.

The bodies of the two men flew upside down.

Feng Yu Xiu is a physical cultivation, and his body is the most tenacious, and he only spits blood in his mouth and his face is even paler when he receives this palm.

Hua Yuyao had a sword mark on her collarbone, blood dripped down her arm, and the aura in her body fluctuated, and her qi and blood boiled.

"You're barely in point. ”

Feng Yuxiu spat at the mouth, then leaned forward again, and in the blink of an eye, he fought with Hua Yuyao again.

"It's endless. ”

Luo Fuyuan in the distance muttered, the opportunity is just around the corner, the two of them have already suffered damage in the fight, and the timing is just right.

He took a step forward, the mountain-like aura oppressing the past, and the sea retreated in the slightest.

Miss Rui followed.

Zhou Yuan couldn't wait, and the spicy aura of his body came out unabashedly.

The three of them pressed towards the middle of the field.

There was an open space between the two camps, and in the open space was a wooden boat, the dark yellow lantern dangled, and the stubble-faced man took off his hat and threw it onto the boat, and stepped out into the sea.

A small boat appeared under his feet, and then stopped in front of Luo Fuyuan.

"Look for death. ”

Luo Fuyuan snorted coldly, and slammed his right hand into a fist towards this person.

He is the head of the Holy Sect, and he has almost decided to be the next Holy Son, and his strength is not below Hua Yuyao.

At this moment, it is naturally thunderous and not to be underestimated.

The big man with stubble turned sideways and put one hand into a fist at his waist.

Charge.

And then blast out.

The two fists met in the air, and the aura shook with a cracking sound.

The big stubble man shook his body, and the boat took a step back.

Luo Fuyuan's body also stepped back.

But he retreated six or seven steps away, his arm was slightly numb, and his eyes were slightly fixed on the big man in front of him.

My heart is moving.

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PS: That's a good write-up