Chapter 1431 Incomplete Cultivation

"Fan Yi!"

I let out a low cry, and with my anger, an abyssal mace manifested behind me, extremely majestic.

"Abyss mace?"

Fan Yi was taken aback, sat firmly on the throne, waved his folding fan, and said with a smile: "It's not surprising, no wonder you stepped into the quasi-god realm so quickly in July Liuhuo, but...you can refine the abyss mace, It really proves that you... can't stay!"

I frowned, and stood still without moving. In fact, the half-step flying machine in my body had already surged like a tide.

"You say you."

Fan Yi slanted against the throne, his eyes squinting, with a sneer: "The majestic Emperor Liuhuo, the younger brother of Jing Yunyue, the leader in the world, once Xuanyuan Ying died, all your layouts emerged one by one. It can be said that you have achieved fame, but It is such a person who dominates the world but can't even keep his best friend, Feng Buwen went to Yunxi province to die, could it be that you are so shrewd in July that you don't notice it at all?"

He sneered: "Maybe I've noticed a little bit, but it's just wishful thinking to let the wind go unnoticed and die. After all, what is a white-clothed gentleman compared to the entire human race? On the chessboard, a white-clothed gentleman is only one of yours after all." It’s just a pawn, and your so-called anger and unwillingness are just to cover up your inner guilt, isn’t it?”

I looked up at Fan Yi's throne and gritted my teeth: "Fuck your mother!"

"Tsk tsk, are you swearing?"

He waved his folding fan and said with a smile: "Emperor Liuhuo is half a scholar, and not a martial artist. It's wrong to scold people. We scholars should speak out with our mouths. The reason why you are so anxious in July is because you are so angry. It's just because I was right, half of Feng Buwen's death was at your behest, as for the true death, hmph... would you care about such a small character in Longyu?"

I stood where I was, feeling agitated.

...

"唰~~~"

Beside him, the golden radiance swirled, and turned into two figures in a blink of an eye, one was the Xiyue mountain gentleman in white clothes, and beside him was the Xiyue sword-holding female officer Zhenxin holding a white jade sword.

"Fan Yi."

Feng Buwen looked up into the air, and said with a smile: "The disgusting people do have skills, and they are really good at handling people's hearts, but you don't have to provoke between me and Xiaoyao Wang, I, Feng Buwen, are not that stupid , Xiaoyao Wang is not stupid, if you want to forcefully plant a demon in Xiaoyao Wang's heart with the death of me, Feng Buwen and the sincere girl, then don't waste your time."

He turned to look at me, and said with a smile, "Feng Buwen wants to die to prove the Tao, so what has it to do with Qiyue Liuhuo?"

I glanced at the double-pearl sword leaning sideways on the side of the throne. The heads of Feng Buwen and Zhenxin were cast in the sword body. I couldn't help feeling depressed and said, "I'm sorry, Xiangfeng."

"Why bother?"

Feng Buwen looked at me with a smile: "Your Highness is now the lord of a country, the emperor of Liuhuo who was conferred by heaven and earth. If you live with guilt, it would be too tiring. Now I, Feng Buwen, as a mountain king of Xiyue, have a beautiful woman." By the side, I have long been satisfied, Your Highness may wish to look at the throne Fan Yi who is very good at disgusting people, what does he have?"

Feng Buwen looked at Fan Yi, and said with a smile: "It's a villain, who deceives his master and destroys his ancestors, so what if he has won half of the world's literary fortune. He is just a dog beside Lin Hai. He is alone, but he has friends by his side. Is there a beautiful woman? As a scholar, even the spine has been trampled off. It’s not a dog, oh, half of the literary luck, it’s just a dog that can read and write articles, it’s still a dog.”

My scalp is numb, we white-clothed gentlemen are also disgusting!

Scholars scolding people is really terrible.

...

On the throne, although Fan Yi still had a smile on his face, his face had changed, and his smile was frozen. Feng Buwen's words hit the nail on the head. Fan Yi is a scholar with deep obsessions in his heart, so he finally left At the step of deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors, Fan Yi is still alone, not a dead person with a withered body. No one knows how far his obsession can take him. The words did not fall on Fan Yi's heart.

"The wind doesn't smell, it seems that you, Xiyue Mountain Monarch, are doing very well, take the sword!"

Fan Yi got up suddenly, put away the folding fan, and picked up the double-bead sword in one hand. He was in a hurry. He just came here to disgust people, and planted a demon in my quasi-god state by the way, but he didn't expect to be resolved by Feng Buwen with a few words However, it aroused the inner demon deep in his heart. No matter how tall you stand, what's the point of being alone? Therefore, Fan Yi, who hadn't planned to ask about swords at first, was in a hurry, and he was about to start asking about swords.

"Shua!"

A sword light came from the north. After the sword light, densely packed golden characters were dragging. Fan Yi's first sword had already used at least 70% of his strength. The throne ranked fourth, a sword with 70% strength , one can imagine how strong it is.

But Feng Buwen is no longer what it used to be. He raised his hand to hold the white jade sword from Zhenxin's hand, and cut through the sky with his sword. In addition to the strong mountain atmosphere contained in the sword light, there are also wisps of blue text , accompanied by a loud roaring sound, the two sword lights collided in the air, and each other's sword energy strangled endlessly, forming a huge ball of disordered sword energy light in the air.

I stood on the spot and looked at the sky, good guy, besides Senior Sister Yun, Fan Yi should be the closest person in the world to the Ascension Realm, and with the blessing of the throne luck, in fact, the strength of Fan Yi's sword is already comparable to He is better than the general Ascendant Sword Cultivator, and Feng Buwen is sitting on the mountain atmosphere of Xiyue. In addition, he is now the head of the four mountains, and the luck of the other three mountains is at his fingertips. With about 80% of the peak strength, and 80% of the strength of the four mountains, they are also on par with each other, even better than Fan Yi.

The sword-questioning of the two scholars did not reach a dark situation. When Feng Buwen handed out the third sword, Fan Yi had a very difficult time receiving it. Cracked by Feng Buwen's sword light, and under Feng Buwen's continuous sword strikes, wisps of cyan characters gradually rose in the wilderness forest, turning into giant mountains, unknowingly To actually "protect" Fan Yi's throne in it, like a cage.

"The wind doesn't smell, you want to kill me?!"

Fan Yi yelled angrily, and his whole body was surrounded by the luck of the throne.

"how?"

Feng Buwen, with a majestic mountain appearance, stood like a mainstay between heaven and earth, and said with a smile: "You, Fan Yi, can kill Feng Buwen, but if Feng Buwen can't kill you, Fan Yi? Could it be that you, Fan Yi, are the only ones in the world? Come on, the rest are just passers-by?"

In an instant, more than ten swords were handed out in a row, and there was a rumbling sound between the sky and the earth.

Tuohuang Linhai is too close to Siyue, and Siyue is an unheard of small world, countless sword gangs are set off between heaven and earth, and a cage is formed to imprison Fan Yi, the throne of the north.

Fan Yi rushed left and right, and the throne began to crack, but he still couldn't escape.

...

"Don't hear the wind, how brave!"

In the air, suddenly a big gray hand descended from the sky, the dharma was formidable, and the moment it fell, all five fingers turned into extremely strong sword intent, "fluffy" crushed the cyan scroll mountain atmosphere condensed by Feng Buwen, almost instantly Fan Yi was rescued, but Feng Buwen pressed his backhand, and wisps of golden text in the air, wrapped in the mountain atmosphere, crashed onto the back of the big gray hand, making it impossible for him to pull away in a short time.

"laugh!"

A ray of sword light came from the west, smashing the entire gray hand. At the same time, Fan Yi turned into a stream of light, carrying the scattered throne luck and heading north, which could no longer be stopped.

Senior Sister Yun teamed up with Feng Buwen, but they still couldn't keep Fan Yi. After all, the person who came to rescue was Lin Hai, and that supercilious aura was so familiar, Lin Hai was the only one in the whole world who had it.

...

"Thank you, sister!"

I bow to the west.

Senior Sister Yun's voice floated over: "It's just a little effort."

Feng Buwen cupped his hands in the direction of Longyu, then turned to look at me, and said with a smile: "Feng Buwen's death really has nothing to do with His Highness, there is no need to have any demons, as for this Fan Yi, I want to give His Highness this time." Kind of a heart demon, but he didn't want to steal chickens and lose a lot of rice. On the contrary, he was almost trapped in Beiyue. Hmph, I can even pick up the sword of Ascension-level swordsman Fertuna in the four mountains of Xuanyuan Empire, not to mention he is a quasi-god Realm Throne?"

I looked at the north: "This time, Fan Yi should eat a pot when he goes back, right?"

"It must be so."

Feng Buwen smiled lightly: "Just now, when Lin Hai rescued Fan Yi, he was close to manifesting his true nature, but that truth was wiped out by Lord Yunyue with a sword. If nothing else, Lin Hai's strength was at least cut off. Half, this half... is enough to keep Fan Yi in confinement for a while."

I laughed: "It's what you deserve, let him be mean."

Feng Buwen smiled lightly: "Don't be too persistent about the double-pearl sword. Girl Zhenzhen and I have both cast golden bodies and become legendary gods. The mortal body has long since fallen off, so the double-pearl sword is just a Double Pearl Sword, Your Highness, don't force it."

"knew."

I nodded: "If there is a chance, I will destroy the double pearl sword. If there is no chance, I will forcefully create this opportunity. Please don't worry, Feng Xiang."

He cupped his hands lightly: "In this case, if you don't hear the wind, don't worry about it anymore, let's go."

"Not far away."

...

After seeing off the wind and turning my heart into a mountain of luck and speeding towards Huashan, I turned around and sat on a rock, looked at Guan Yang who was holding a saber, and said with a smile: "Does Master Zhenyang feel old?" ?”

The old man laughed, stroked his beard and said: "It has always been like this, with the presence of the wind, my old bones can relax a lot."

I nod.

At this moment, accompanied by the sound of flapping wings, a royal flying eagle knight descended from the sky, clasped his fists and said, "Your Majesty, there is a conflict at the ancestral temple. Prime Minister Lin asked me to invite Your Majesty to go back!"

"Jongmyo?"

I frowned, and I don't know what I'm doing, is it the emperor's daily task? It stands to reason that it shouldn't be the harem fighting for favor. It's really heartbreaking for me to be the emperor, and it's full of troubles.

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