Chapter 689: What Is the Pinnacle of Martial Arts in the Stereotype?

Above the golden rain, dark clouds covered the sky, but there were some starlight shining through the clouds, focusing on Feng Xue through subtle angles.

Without the Yang Bodhisattva, Feng Xue could not control the starry sky, but under the "wind and clouds" special effect attached to the momentum field, he could still create a few luminous bodies similar to starlight in the dark clouds covering the sky.

And when the light of these nine stars shone on Feng Xue, the momentum, which was fifty times stronger than before, burned up completely!

Yamabuki's momentum burned like a flame, and the power of the explosion at that moment was so strong that it was difficult for the martial artists around to get close. The two closest to him stumbled unavoidably. It was also the moment when the fist and sword coordination had a loophole, and Feng Xue held his breath again.

Tick, tick, tick...

The sound of the second hand beating slowly became the main theme in the world that seemed to be covered with a black and white filter. Feng Xue dragged his slow body and drew the outline of the nine stars of the Big Dipper in front of him in slow motion, which caused severe pain like tearing every time he moved.

The starlight was bright at this moment, and time resumed its flow.

The boxing master who quickly adjusted his mentality only felt a flash in front of his eyes. Before his consciousness reacted, his battle-hardened body had already moved first.

At the moment of movement, he finally realized that it was not good, because his defensive action meant that the one behind him...

"Hide!"

Accompanied by a desperate shout, the figure of the woman beside him suddenly disappeared, and in the slow explosion, only the corpse with a big hole in the chest was left.

No, there are also unlucky people who were smashed to death by it!

The word "no" was stuck in his throat, because just at this moment of wailing, his throat and cervical vertebrae were broken together.

Holding the head full of despair in his right hand, Feng Xue shook his left arm, which was twisted due to excessive force. Silk threads pierced out from the yellow robe and straightened his arm. In the blink of an eye, the blood spring squeezed out from the broken neck just began to gush out.

The blood and golden rain merged into the color of sunset and fell on the bright yellow robe. At this moment, there were very few people who could understand what happened at this moment.

Taking advantage of this momentary shock, Feng Xue reorganized his posture and adjusted his breathing. Although theoretically his respiratory system was ridiculously strong after the flesh modification, because of the price paid by the structure itself, he needed to adjust his breathing to reset the CD of the bullet time. (Note ①)

But it is worthy of being a fantasy dream. After the instinctive surprise (stereotype), these martial artists remembered that they could actually be resurrected!

"It's endless!"

Feng Xue saw the martial artists pouring out from the corners and corners, and suddenly exhaled a breath of turbid air. As the ink dye was unsheathed again, the ink marks condensed into words behind him--

"A lone voice as a general"

The noisy rain curtain and the shouting and killing sounds were suddenly suppressed, and a burst of passionate drumbeats exploded between heaven and earth.

"Ink marks form an army"

The rain in the sky and the blood on the ground seemed to have spirituality, mixed with the ink marks covering the ground, and turned into soldiers, crawling out of Feng Xue's shadow that had been connected with the city at some point.

"Why should the remnants of the soldiers fear going to the netherworld?"

The cold recitation fell, and the ink dye in Feng Xue's hand swept across. Countless ink soldiers took advantage of the ink marks that covered the battlefield in the short battle, turned into a huge wave, and rushed towards the twenty-four coalition forces.

The drums of war were beating, and the dark clouds covering the sky seemed to be thundering. The black soldiers were like a sieve, sweeping across the city and sweeping away all the miscellaneous soldiers.

"Seven... that's quite a lot."

Through the sky vision, he marked the targets who were still calm at this time one by one. Although he looked a little solemn, the sword in his hand was not confused at all!

"Rule, King in Yellow!"

Accompanied by a loud shout, the aura of dominating the world was magnificent and vast. The black soldiers who were originally like destroying withered trees and rotten wood seemed to have turned into a natural disaster. The first-class masters who were famous in the world were just a wandering soul who couldn't even fight back.

Incomparably domineering and frenzied, Feng Xue, who was in the state of the Yellow King, had a terrifying presence all over his body. That feeling was just like...

"It's like wearing a nightmare on your body!"

The intelligence agent who had long since avoided it was holding a telescope in his hand, but he was using the structure to observe the battlefield in the distance. At this moment, intelligence personnel from different forces stood together at the same time, watching this indescribable battle from afar.

In their eyes, Feng Xue's every move was so strange and so powerful, but when they tried to analyze it, they could find relevant content from the previous archives, but...

"You have such fighting power. Wouldn't it be better to rebel directly at the beginning? What's the idea of ​​squatting in the beehive?"

The mentality of the intelligence personnel was extremely complicated, but Feng Xue was enjoying killing at this time. He was worthy of being the last master in the 24-way coalition. Each one of them could give him unexpected surprises!

But...

"It's still too weak! As expected, aren't the leaders of the big sects the strongest ones in the stereotype?"

Finally twisting the head of the thickest-skinned bald donkey off, Feng Xue looked at the empty Faceless City and couldn't help feeling a little lost. Just when he was wondering why the battle hadn't ended yet, a fierce fighting spirit split the dark cloud built up by his aura field into two.

"This feeling!" A bloodthirsty smile appeared on Feng Xue's face. He shouldn't have smiled like this, but when he entered the "Yellow King Jinchuuriki" state, he would always unconsciously bring on a bit of nightmare. temperament.

The Mo Ran and Monologue inserted on the corpse flew back to Feng Xue's waist as if they were ordered to do so. He shook the cloak on his body and hit the cold sword with his momentum.

Buzz!

The dust mist exploded, and everything between the two auras was flattened. The smooth, mirror-like ground was like a passage, reflecting four figures.

Feng Xue stood under the ruins, and three figures came from the distance.

"Su Changfeng...you can actually join forces with others?"

Feng Xue stepped forward on the smooth ground, speaking provocative words. Opposite him, standing in the first place was Su Changfeng, who had defeated him by half a move!

At this time, there were two other people beside Su Changfeng. One of them was dressed as a poor man, with long unkempt hair and tattered linen clothes. They had the temperament of a post-modern tramp, but those palms were... It is thick and powerful, and at first glance, you will feel like a hermit and an expert.

The other person has a younger appearance and is wearing a regular knight-errant shirt, but it is this regularity that makes him even more extraordinary.

While Feng Xue was looking at the three of them, Su Changfeng said:

"Leave the Wangjiang Seal, and you can leave with the Flying Deer Seal."

"It's also for this thing?" Feng Xue, who had used the world many times during the battle, had already noticed the two extra seals on his body, but...

"You know my answer." Feng Xue pressed the hilt of the sword. Su Changfeng sighed slightly, but the young man smiled crookedly. A cold light struck Feng Xue, and his voice came belatedly——

"That's offending!"