Chapter 69: Eight Wastes Swords

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At the first time of the war, Gong's surnamed Lao Dao quite looked down on Feng Kui, a junior in the realm of flying immortals, but Xiong, who was in the realm of Daluo Jinxian, which made him pay more attention. However, as the war ended, he immediately suffered a lot. He not only put away his contempt, but also solemnly and wholeheartedly. A figure in the realm of flying immortals, the reckless people under the realm of immortals, forced him into a cold sweat, and he was shocked and angry. Feng Kui's first sword rushed straight, smashing his empty fingerprints all the way, and rushed to kill him, which had aroused his true anger. The old man is angry. He let out a long sneer, his gray hair rose one by one, and his robe was bulging, making a sound of hunting. The real yuan all over the old man's body boiled up, and all the methods returned to the yuan. The real yuan condensed like mercury pulp, shining with a silver-white luster. Unexpectedly, there was a tendency to condense into crystals. The purity of the real yuan was outstanding. Between his smile, his hands poked out, his fingerprints changed, and the palm changed into a series of virtual shadows. Suddenly, he grabbed it in front of him and tore a space crack in front of him. The old man laughed and said, "Go to hell." The crack in that space was actually open and closed, and lasted for nearly two breaths, which was unusually strange. Between these two breaths, the old man's palms were imprinted, all of which were broken into the crack. Between them, the cracks closed. The old man seems to have done useless work. At this moment, Feng Kui felt the danger. Suddenly, a fingerprint emerged from the void and hit him from the back. He was simply caught off guard. Feng Kui's head was immediately slapped by this palm, staggering, and the true elements of his whole body were floating and a little disordered. Before he recovered, he hit him down and almost rubbed his chest. His strength was heavy, breaking the mountain and flew him upside down, and the corners of his mouth overflowed. Although Feng Kui's head was damaged, he did not panic. At this moment, chaos will not be, chaos will be defeated, and chaos will die. He turned his mind sharply and immediately sensed the clue. The old man must have punched his palm print into the void and then shot it out of the void, creating a haunted and unexpected situation. He is not unfamiliar with this when he cultivates the Taixu Xiaoyao Sword. His sword spirit can haunt at will within the number of nine palaces, and can also cross the void and defeat the enemy, which has an unexpected effect. But it is not as profound and ingenious as the old man's empty-handed. Feng Kui's head and figure were fixed, and his head was slapped, which was a fatal blow. However, Feng Kui's first thought has figured out the approximate number of the old man's path. With precautions, his whole body suddenly rose with golden armor. At the most critical moment, he used the dragon's anger and took over the power of this palm.

Xiaoang knew that he could not intervene in the battle in the core circle, so he swept aside and harassed the old man.

Feng Kui's mind is completely open, and the body has reached the most mobile state. Almost as soon as the mind moves, the body can react immediately and is extremely sensitive. After the awakening of divine blood, his feelings and control of his body reached a peak situation, only a slight line, and he could reach the unbearable state of complete synchronization with his will. If he really reaches that level, no matter what action he takes, it will give people a sense of being one step ahead, and its practical role in the battle is extremely huge.

The old man fell empty-handed. Although he hit Feng Kui's head repeatedly, he did not receive the expected effect, let alone kill him. The strength of Feng Kui's body was beyond his greatest expectation. Under this round of cruel palm print baptism, Feng Kui Shou explored some mysteries of the old man's empty-handed and received a lot of inspiration, which was quite good for his kendo cultivation. This also made him understand the gap between himself and Xianjun. Accumulation, perception and control are all huge gaps. Every immortal master has one or two powerful methods, which are particularly profound and often instantly kill everything under the realm of immortals. People like Feng Kui Shou, who are skillful in front of the immortal master, are already a strange number, and a peerless genius, which can be earth-shaking. Inspired by the old man, countless inspirations emerged in his heart. At present, he tried his best to promote the classics and deduce them in the sea of knowledge, which is actually a distracting. Soon, he overthrew the two moves of Xixia's broken intestines and blood-eating souls. Xixia's broken intestines are broad, but stiff, lack of change, and empty; draining blood and devouring souls are fierce and tricky, but there is no neutrality. It relies too much on murderous spirit and insufficient strength. When encounters people with firm intentions, murderousness is not enough to deter their hearts. Between waves, they can be broken. For a while, he found all kinds of flaws. Simply, he overthrew it all and decided to abandon it. In the game against the master, these two moves are almost impossible to make contributions, which is a little flashy. After overthrowing Xixia's broken intestines and draining his blood and eating the soul, he immediately had a feeling of being old and new. His inspiration was like a spring, and he felt the meaning of the Eight Wastes. Eight wilderness, that is, four directions. At this moment, the perception of Taixu Xiaoyao Sword broke through again and reached the realm of turbulence. Immediately, he made a hasty move and was in a very smooth mood.

I saw Feng Kui standing in the air with his sword, and suddenly led Dongxia to dance. A sword came out, and the eight wildernesses shook. The heaven and earth seemed to be shaking, creating changes, as if they were centered on him. Eight wilderness sword light, the sword light flashed, like a flying locust, crossing the void and shaking the space. At that moment, the old man's face was ashes and shouted, "Ah... this is impossible... What's going on?" He completely lost contact with the palm print he made in the void. His empty hand was actually broken. This set of haunted palms was actually broken by a flying fairy and reckless person.

However, he was not shocked. The boundless sword came from all directions and surrounded him. The sword is like a needle, sharp and sharp, specializing in protecting the body. Even though he returned to Yuan, he was also stabbed by Zhenyuan. He was hit by thousands of holes in his close armor, and his whole body suffered countless wounds and blood flowed. This sword was sent out, and the Eight Wastes Swords immediately turned defeat into victory and completely reversed the battle. Feng Kui's mood is extremely comfortable and refreshing. Between his heart, there seems to be a kind of communication with heaven and earth, which is mysterious and unspeakable. Feng Kui's head is not arrogant or impatient. With one blow, he is relaxed and happy. He moves with his sword. Between his hands, the light of the eight wild swords is more refined and drowns the old man with an unparalleled trend. Feng Kui laughed happily and suddenly moved. When he came to the embarrassed old man surnamed Gong, he shouted coldly, "That's the end of the day. Go to hell." Words are like a law. His hand poked out, and the disaster fire swept down and shrouded the old man. Under the light of the eight wilderness swords, the old man has been invincibility and painful. At this moment, Feng Kui's head is killed quickly, and he can't avoid it. Victory or defeat is in the blink of an eye. In the disaster fire, the old man was burned, and even if he was in the realm of the immortal king, he could not escape. In his heyday, he still had the strength to fight, but now he has no life. In the flames, the old man kept shouting, screaming heartbreakingly and painfully. His will, body and Zhenyuan are all burning, and this pain is already extreme. Feng Kui looked at it indifferently and waited until a certain time. He said, "Send you into reincarnation, don't be a dog in the next life..." He leaned out with one hand, grabbed it, took out the old man Yuan Ying, and then deprived him of his inheritance and let his corpses burn and turn into powder.

At this time, Lu Zhongling, Ma Long and Hu Shang, who stopped in the distance, came to their senses. How could they have thought of such an ending? At this moment, they are chilling. After a while, I thought of running away. Feng Kui sneered and said, "Where did you escape?" Dongxia danced, and the three people were running away, and the trend stopped. In front of the three of them, there were more than a hundred swords, blocking their way forward and forcing them back little by little, leaning against the wind. The three were so scared that their faces were like white paper. Among them, Hu Shang shouted and went crazy. He wanted to rush out and get a way to survive, but he was shot in the air by the sword light, and both arms were pierced, making a pig-like scream. The three immediately had no courage to escape and were forced back in front of Feng Kui's head.

The three of them were ashes with a dead face and were extremely desperate. They didn't know how to call for mercy and said, "Please let us go, let us go... Any conditions are promised..." These three people, first, afraid of death, and secondly, afraid that Feng Kui will abolish their cultivation. This is unacceptable to them. They are willing to give up other spiritual stones, magic weapons and elixirs.

Feng Kui glanced at the three people, like the master, and asked, "Lu family, Ma family, where are your masters?"

"Come right away, come right away..."

Lu and Ma answered vaguely, but did not dare to hide it. Now they are soft and collapsed like mud and can be trampled on casually. Without any flam, they have no backbone and are coes.

Feng Kui heard this first, nodded and said, "Very good. The fate depends on your fate. If you are guilty, you will be punished..." He immediately took action and deprived the three of their protective armor, storage magic weapons, and only one Taoist robe left for the three, and almost stripped the three of them completely. Then, between his wave, three regiments of disaster road fire fell, covering the three people and burning. If dozens of breaths, before the two masters come, there is no doubt that the three will die, and every minute passed, they will be severely damaged. For a long time, although they can live, they will also be dementia, bone destruction and become waste. Feng Kui's methods of treating his enemies have never been kind.

After doing this, Feng Kui's resentment dissipated, and he was happy and very happy.

He looked at Xiongang not far away and said, "Xiaoang, where are you going?" Xiong Can't stay on Huanhai Treasure Island any longer.

Xiong Can's eyes moved and said, "The world is so big that there is nowhere to go. You are going to kill the heavenly snake clan and support the heavenly snake master, aren't you?"

Feng Kui nodded.

Xiaogan smiled and said, "I was born to be warlike. Why don't you take me with you?" How about we kill all four parties together?"

"Good! Brother, come with me..."

The two fell in love with each other. Jinlan's righteousness, like a seed sprouted, left Lu Zhongling and the other three, and went far away, chasing Bai Xiaoyi and a large army. After the two left, more than a dozen breaths, a man and a woman appeared in front of Lu Zhongling. The two masters of the fairy realm saw the scene in front of them, and their faces showed horror. They tried their best to extinguish the flames on their young master and then work together to save Hu Shang. After a while, a lot of time wasted. Among the three, Lu Zhongling was in the best condition. Although his bones and mind were severely damaged, they could still be repaired, but the price was also extremely huge for his strong family background. Ma Long, whose roots and bones were completely destroyed, and there was no hope of further progress. Fortunately, he was conscious and was not stupid. Hu Shang was the most miserable. He became a fool and completely became a waste. One.