Chapter 390: The Strongest Battle

Under the green pine, Wu Chenghou's eyes were like eagles, staring at the scar-faced Taoist, with anger in his chest boiling back to the sky.

He recognized the real body of Taoist Scarface. If it wasn't the Xu Yi who deserved to die and be mutilated, who was it?

The Taoist with the scarred face is undoubtedly Xu Yi. From Li Xiuluo, he learned that Xia Zimo was being chased by the Senhun Patriarch to Canglong Mountain. He never thought about whether he could win or not.

When he arrived at the outskirts of the city, he happened to bump into the Flying Boat Operation Office, which was soliciting business under the signboard of strange monsters. No matter how anxious he was, he also knew that it would be better to search by boat than headless flies.

Arriving here, he ran into a scene where his eyes were about to burst.

Xia Zimo's falling blood feathers seemed to have turned into sharp knives, cutting flesh and bones on his heart.

It wasn't until then that Xu Yi realized that some things were coming and they couldn't be stopped.

Xu's heart was in pain, and he would not be stingy to return the pain thousands of times.

That's why he ignored the crowd of experts looking around and forcibly shot, literally shattering Yao Wuhui's dantian.

And Wu Chenghou was able to recognize Xu Yi, not because he had supernatural powers, but because Xu Yi and him really had a deep hatred.

Not to mention the treasure that Xu Yi had plundered with great effort, but the revenge of murdering his son alone is irreconcilable.

The depth of hatred, the depth of thoughts, Xu Yi's figure, facial features, and Wu Chenghou have already been engraved into his bones.

At this moment, although Xu Yi changed his attire and appearance, or could hide it from others, Wu Chenghou could recognize him almost immediately.

Not to mention the boundless sea as evidence, Xu Yi's identity was confirmed.

At this moment, Wu Chenghou looked at Xu Yi, his heart welling up.

He never thought that in just ten months, this thief had grown to a jaw-dropping level. He was as evil as a demon without regrets, as vigorous as a thin crane, and they all fell under his hands.

The immeasurable sea is extremely terrifying. If such a thief is not eliminated now, let alone when.

Just at the moment when Wen Shouhe turned around and greeted him, Wu Chenghou shook the reins and urged the Tianma to go forward.

Behind him, all the guests of the Marquis's house understood Wu Chenghou's intentions and were waiting to follow them. Suddenly, a cold light flashed, and Wu Chenghou and the other guests sat on the horse's head.

Such a strange scene immediately attracted the attention of the audience.

The one who made the move was that white-clothed scholar who called himself "Feng Mou" again.

Suddenly, the white-clothed gentleman jumped out of the flying boat, stepped in the air, and walked to a bluestone on the mottled cliff. He pressed his sword knee and said coldly, "There is only one strange monster, and there are many people who seek it. It is a chaotic battle. It is like decades ago when many great powers snatched the dragon's corpse. There was a big battle. This time, each of the strange monsters will be robbed according to their own abilities. The only requirement is that they must fight alone."

The voice is not loud, neither urgent nor slow, and can be heard for miles around.

The gentleman in white jumped out of the flying boat, showing his true colors, and was immediately recognized.

"Da Yue Sword King!"

"Sword King Feng Xifeng!"

"My God, why is he here?"

Feng Xifeng turned a deaf ear to the shock of the crowd, and said loudly, "Yaozu and Wenzu, you two are seniors, and my master also admires your strength of character. This time, since the two ancestors have sent the younger generation to fight for the victory, it seems that they have kept the idea of ​​watching from the sidelines. I think Feng's words must be in line with the wishes of the two seniors."

Feng Xifeng stepped into the void with his long body, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, his clothes fluttering, and he stood with his head held high, not at all intimidated by the coercion of the soul-sensing ancestor.

On the cliff, the old ancestor of the Wen family had a skinny old face that was already dark and serious. He stared at Xu Yi's eyes, then turned to look at Feng Xifeng. He was separated by hundreds of meters, and his sharp eyes were almost solidified. "Junior, to see Zhan Zun's face, I forgive you for your rudeness just now. Since you don't know how to advance or retreat, I will show you some color. Even if Zhan Zun knows, you can't blame me."

After the words were finished, the patriarch of the Wen family suddenly grabbed out his big hand. With this grabbing, the surrounding air suddenly tightened, and his big hand released a black hole that was so deep that it couldn't be seen.

In an instant, countless black and bright air cones with terrifying coercion emerged from the sky, roaring towards Feng Xifeng, as dense as a torrential rain, as fast as a meteor, and arrived in an instant.

Everyone's eyes widened, and even Xu Yi, who had just dealt with Wen Shouhe, temporarily calmed down and focused on this world-shattering battle.

He had heard of the reputation of the Sword King Feng Xifeng when he was still in Guang'an.

The Sword King of Dayue is famous far and wide. It is rumored that this king can slice through mountains with a single sword, but what attracted Xu Yi's attention the most was the scarlet Divine Will Sword in Feng Xifeng's hand. According to rumors, this sword was also tempered with iron essence as the main material.

Right now, he was about to kill Wen Shouhe with the might of the Qi dragon, the ancestor of the Wen family made a timely move and easily defeated the Qi dragon with an air spear. Seeing that the air cone was about to pierce his eyebrows, a silver light flashed, and the air cone shattered.

The attack of the air cone was extremely strong, Xu Yi was caught off guard, and was confused by the supreme killing intent of the air cone, and lost his mind, but his perception was still there, and the person who could accurately catch the attack was Feng Xifeng.

Feng Xifeng stood up in his young age, and with his late stage cultivation, he was able to forcibly resist the blow of the legendary soul-sensing ancestor. Xu Yi was greatly heartbroken by his brilliant divine power.

Previously, he only relied on his perception, not to mention how Feng Xifeng would make his move. Now, with the resurgence of the war, Xu Yi temporarily forgot about the danger, and watched this shocking battle that was destined to be recorded in the history of Dai Yue martial arts with the heart of a warrior.

Xu Yi had experienced the air cone of the ancestor of the Wen family. He had never felt the vigorous killing intent and desolate sharpness before. He had never really fought against a master of the liquid condensate state. He had never fought against Yao Wuhui's dantian. He had just taken advantage of his unpreparedness, but he had seen the powerful attack of the strong liquid condensate state.

Years ago, in the Battle of the Ancient Tomb, Shui Yi used his invincible golden body to resist the Jiang family's second master's qi knife, but Xu Yi could truly feel the power of the qi knife despite the distance.

In detail, the Jiang family's second master's air knife is far superior to the small air awl that looms in front of him, but in terms of killing intent and sharpness, it is far inferior.

With one air cone, someone like him couldn't catch it.

At this moment, the patriarch of the Wen family raised his hand in a rage, and the air was like rain. The huge coercion made all the hundreds of people surrounded by him retreat.

The second master of Du Jiang's family and several extremely strong men in the condensate state can sit still and watch the situation quietly.

Cones of air swept over mountains and seas, encircling Feng Xifeng from all directions, with Feng Xifeng as the center, and the air seemed to be sucked dry in an instant.

King Feng Jian, who always had a calm face, rarely showed a dignified look. With his palms together, a long sword seemed to emerge from the void.

The sword has no handle, the sword is three feet and three inches long, the blade is as thin as a cicada's wing, and the whole body is red, it is the famous Shenyi sword.

The Divine Will sword came out, and the light was blazing. As Feng Jianwang opened his palms and closed, the Divine Will sword suddenly cut out a monstrous silver light, and the silver light was everywhere, and the air cone was shattered.

The air cone is like rain, the sword light is like the sea, the torrential rain ravages the mountains and rivers, and will eventually trickle into the sea.

In the last chapter, Xu Yi's identity should have been concealed but not revealed, but it was revealed after writing. The previous chapter has been revised, and this one is only revealed. Sorry for the inconvenience caused to everyone!