Chapter 391: The Divine Phoenix Spreads Its Feathers

After a round of wind and rain, the patriarch of the Wen family took it back, turned to Yaojun and said, "What do you think of Zhan Zun, Brother Yao?"

Yao Junchi didn't answer, stood up suddenly, grabbed it with his big hand, and Xu Yi's foot suddenly lightened a hundred feet away, and Yao Wuhui, who was resting on his left foot, disappeared instantly.

Xu Yi's intention of injuring but not killing was to deter the two soul-sensing patriarchs. Although he didn't know if this strategy would work, it was a solution after all.

Unexpectedly, his method, in the eyes of Senshun Patriarch, was like a joke.

Yao Junchi grabbed Yao Wuhui, squeezed his tightly closed lips, raised his hand and put in a handful of elixir, looked at Yao Wuhui's left wrist, it was empty, his white face was steep and black, but he didn't look at Xu Yi, and said coldly to the Wen family patriarch, "I only want the head of the scar-faced child, and don't ask about the rest. On this matter, I will stand with brother Wen, and this is also a heart oath."

After the words were settled, Yao Jun galloped to capture Yao Wuhui, and turned into a stream of light and went west.

Yao Junchi made an oath first, and made an agreement with Xia Zimo for a stick of incense. At this time, the stick of incense had passed, but he failed to capture Xia Zimo, and the vow was fulfilled.

At this moment, he couldn't touch Xia Zimo, and he didn't even want to get involved with the scar-faced Taoist who was related to Xia Zimo.

However, Yao Wugui's hatred has already soaked his bone marrow.

Yao Wuhui means a lot to him, not only as a successor in martial arts, but also as a bloodline inheritance. What's even more absurd is that the two of them practiced evil skills together, and they had an affair.

At this moment, Yao Wuhui's dantian is completely destroyed, which is also an extremely difficult matter for him, the soul-sensing ancestor.

Tell him how not to hate Xu Yi.

However, he had vowed to restrain him, so he had no choice but to take Yao Wuhui from Xu Yi's hands. He had taken a great risk, and he didn't know if his cultivation level improved again in his later years, whether the demons would invade from here.

However, the hatred is hard to appease, and he can't make a move, so he has to pretend to others.

Therefore, before leaving, I will send the ancestors of the Chinese language family.

But because Yao Junchi knew well that the ancestor of the Wen family was cautious by nature, the scar-faced child was backed by the concept of Wuji, and Feng Xifeng was behind it with malicious intentions, even though the ancestor of the Wen family had a deep hatred, he might not be able to kill Liao.

Because of this, he vowed again to use the same front to induce the ancestors of the Wen family to attack.

Sure enough, the monster galloped away, and the face of the ancestor of the Wen family changed again, "Xifeng, my son, I keep holding back again and again. You don't know how to be grateful, but you think that you have made a name for yourself. If you continue to be obsessed, then you can't blame the old man."

Feng Xifeng's white clothes were clear, and he smiled casually, "Wen Zu's supernatural power, Feng admires it very much, but today's roundup of strange monsters has become a grand event. Wen Zu, Yao Zu has sent juniors to enter the arena, why bother to go shirtless and laugh for the world. The demon ancestor has the same name and retreated, so why should Wen Zu bear the stigma alone.'

The patriarch of the Wen family snorted coldly, "Zhan Tianzi is not as sharp-tongued as you!"

Feng Xifeng said, "My teacher has something to say, and what he says is justified, and he does it himself."

The patriarch of the Wen family shouted angrily, "Warriors don't argue about their tongues! Junior, take another spear from me!"

After yelling, the patriarch of the Wen family held his hands empty, a huge spear as thick as the mouth of a bowl and more than ten feet long emerged from between the empty palms.

The patriarch of the Wen family seemed to be transformed into the Nine Nether Demon God, he grabbed the air spear and threw it in the air.

The dark and cold giant spear dragged a long phantom, and shot straight at Feng Xifeng with a ferocious power that pierced the sky and void.

Such a monstrous power made everyone in the audience change color, and even the second master of the Jiang family couldn't help taking a step back, sweat dripping from his tightly clenched fists.

Feng Xifeng even began to wield the Wugou Excalibur since the ancestor of the Wen family started forging the black spear, but he saw his arms dancing wildly, all directions fused together, and the Divine Will sword spewed out one after another scarlet sword energy, lining up behind him.

Not long after, hundreds of sword qi lined up three vertically, forming a huge circle of light behind him.

"Shenhuang Zhanyu, it's Shenhuang Zhanyu!"

"This is one of the three forbidden moves in the Wuming Sword. It has been lost for hundreds of years. We can see it today!"

"My God, this is really the swordsmanship in the world? How can the sword energy last for a long time?"

"The mystery must lie in the Divine Will Sword. Don't forget that this sword is said to be forged from iron!"

"..."

Amidst the loud exclamation of the crowd, the black giant spear stabbed with lightning.

"cut!"

Feng Xifeng let out a loud shout, and a row of sword energy shot out, hitting the giant black spear head-on.

Amidst the dense and terrifying sound of air explosions, the giant black spear showed signs of weakening, and its momentum was abruptly delayed by the dense sword energy.

"combine!"

Feng Xifeng shouted again, and the rainbow-like sword energy behind him shot towards the black spear again. In mid-air, sword energy combined in threes and threes to form a huge sword energy, almost solidified, and met the black spear again.

boom! boom! boom!

There was another burst of air explosions. Within a radius of a hundred feet, mountains and rocks collapsed, and giant trees were uprooted. It seemed that the whole sky was trembling because of this terrifying blow.

After the dense air explosions, the black giant spear was only about the thickness of an arm, six feet in length, but its mighty power remained undiminished, and it had rushed to more than twenty feet in front of Feng Xifeng.

At this moment, Dan heard a shout, "Mie!"

The last three thick sword qi behind Feng Xifeng condensed long ago, gathered in the air, and merged into the Shenyi sword, leading the body of the Shenyi sword, and slashed straight at the giant black spear.

boom!

Amidst the huge explosion, dozens of people with the worst cultivation level spouted blood, and countless mounts exploded alive. I don't know how many people shouted loudly and fell into the sky.

The Divine Will sword flew back, and the giant black spear had disappeared.

Holding the divine sword in his hand, Feng Xifeng stared at the world with disdain, neither sadness nor joy on his face, and no turbulence arose in his heart.

"Da Yue Sword King, well-deserved reputation!"

Jiang Nanxun whispered silently, then raised his head suddenly, "Second uncle, can you compete with this person?"

The broad-chested red face of the second master of the Jiang family suddenly turned green, he opened his mouth, but remained silent after all.

"Thirty years old, only thirty years old, Da Yue is a genius, this is the most prosperous!"

Wu Chenghou muttered silently, secretly thinking in his heart that such talents must be recruited and used as a helping hand.

"Junior, under the condensate, you are the first person who can receive the blow of the old man's spear. Based on this, the previous offense, the old man will forget the past, and quickly retreat!"

The patriarch of the Wen family shouted in a cold voice, really surprised in his heart.

With his current state, the previous blow was below the soul level, and he was powerless, but the fact is that he was forcibly melted by Feng Xifeng. This kind of genius is formidable in future generations.

Without Yao Junchi's vow before leaving, he would have retreated.

However, with the words of Yao Junchi, the strange monsters here, the scar-faced children who are carrying strange treasures, are all chickens and dogs in cages, and they are easy to catch, how can he be willing to give up.

"Why does Wen Zu have to get involved in the matter of children's generation?"

Feng Xifeng was still calm and breezy.

The patriarch of the Wen family let out a hesitation, "Don't be so deceitful, I don't want to interfere, I will hand over the treasure to you. How can Zhan Tianzi accept you as a disciple."

With a swipe, the greenness on Feng Xifeng's face was fleeting, and he smiled, "Why does Wenzu provoke, there are still strong and powerful people here, so how can you calm down that the strange monster must be captured by someone. Of course, since Wenzu spoke, I can claim that I will win at that time without using the Divine Will Sword. In the eyes of everyone, Wenzu must not believe Feng's words."