Chapter 828: A competition of patience!
Feng Tianhua stared blankly at Feng Xiao's impatient look, but there was panic and inexplicable nagging in his heart. He actually... lost!
That sword strike just now!
If not for the howling wind.
He will be disabled even if he is not dead!
Look up.
He saw a young figure staring at him coldly.
Tap!
Feng Tianhua turned pale and took a few steps back, but in an instant, a surge of blood surged upstream, and his pupils burst out with the viciousness to devour others. He clenched his fists and roared: "Feng Xiao, kill him!"
Boom boom boom~!
again and again.
Try to shake.
All in vain.
Hearing Feng Tianhua's commanding tone again, Feng Xiao's aggrieved depression was almost suppressed. He waved his fist crazily and spread the sludge on the ripples of the light curtain. If Feng Tianhua had not insisted on hunting Chu Xun alone, how could he have done it again? Give the ant a chance to directly use a move comparable to the Seven Realms, and kill Chu Xun with one sword!
There is no follow-up!
How can there be any accidents!
He is frustrated!
Depressed again!
Crazy and violent!
But the ripples in the water were like a big mountain blocking him here. He calculated everything, and even used a forbidden rune. He was sure to block Chu Xun to death, but he still let him slip away and ran in. Enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion on the next level.
"We...are alive!" The exhausted Aunt Zi and the others looked at the howling wind below, roaring like wild beasts, but the restriction was like a mountain blocking him firmly, the kind of life after the disaster that broke free from the crisis of death, Let them be happy.
"But it's not over yet, this layer of restriction can't stop him for long!" Qing Mo also said with a pale face, blood was constantly flowing out of his abdomen, and the destructive sword energy remained there. Unless these sword intentions were removed, the injury would remain.
"Captain, he can't run away." Feng Xiao's teammates also said coldly. The energy of the formation in the Sutra Pavilion is fading day by day. The restrictions on the seventh level now seem terrifying, but after five thousand years, they will be weakened like paper. , can be torn apart easily, and with the captain's strength, it doesn't take five thousand years to storm up to the seventh floor.
"right!"
"He can't run away!"
"We just have to wait!"
Feng Xiao's face was gloomy, and his heart was raging like a storm. His murderous intention had already reached its peak. After witnessing the course of this battle, he knew that he would never be given another chance to grow. If that little beast continued to practice for another three thousand years, he might not be able to survive even five thousand years. They are no match for him, even Tai Dark Star will kill him even if he doesn't have the slightest chance.
There was no need for his teammates to tell him that he was prepared to spend time here for a long time. His eyes were gloomy and he said coldly: "I'm just glad that this is not some paradise!"
If it were the Divine Medicine Pavilion!
If it is the place of enlightenment!
I can't imagine that a monster like Chu Xun has been here for three thousand or five thousand years. Fortunately, this is a Buddhist scriptures pavilion that no one cares about. There are just a bunch of scriptures, but they are of no use. After three to five thousand years, the strength will still be the same. Unable to overcome the wind and waves, he took a deep breath, Feng Xiao closed his eyes, sat cross-legged on the seventh floor, and said coldly: "Consume it, let's see who can consume it better than the other!"
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The seventh floor.
Qing Mo and the others' mentality improved slightly. When they saw Feng Xiao sitting cross-legged downstairs blocking their way, their faces turned a little pale. This meant they would not give up until they were killed. This was the so-called restriction on the seventh floor. If the opponent is unable to be blocked, if the Taimin Star is intact, relying on this restriction, it will be more than enough to block it for tens of thousands of years.
He didn't believe that the other party could afford it.
But this is the seventh floor.
It's being consumed.
Look up.
Without the eighth floor, once the restrictions on the seventh floor are torn apart, the scene just now will happen again. This so-called lucky survival is just self-comfort. I couldn't help but look at Chu Xun, only to find this Qingshan The young man was actually so quiet, neither fast nor slow nor bad, without any sense of nervousness.
He even had the leisure to focus on the few volumes of scriptures. Chu Xun's mentality was indeed very bad. There were only a few times in his life when he was in danger of death. One time was when he briefly possessed the Emperor Realm and the Lord of Yuling, reincarnation. The Lord and the others were determined to die when they fought to the death. In addition, Feng Xiao almost killed himself twice.
Once it was a meteor.
Once was just now.
But soon.
He calmed down.
He gently wiped away the dust on an Eighth Realm book with his palm, and his mood changed from irritable to calm. The restriction on the seventh level could not stop Feng Xiao for too long, but that time was enough for him to break through to the late Sixth Realm. It has been more than 1,500 years. He only needs to practice more to break through the peak of the six realms. What will happen to Feng Xiao when the time comes?
"Don't bother!"
"Let him do it!"
Aunt Zi's face was pale and there were beads of sweat on her forehead, but she whispered that all their hopes now fell on Chu Xun. If Jian Shou hadn't told Chu Xun's origin, she thought it was a dead end, but now she felt There may not be a miracle happening. He is already so powerful. Even if he is more evil and brings surprises to them, what does it mean?
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"Whoosh!"
downstairs.
It didn't take long.
Da da da~!
Soon a small team climbed up to the sixth floor. They were also rushing to the Sutra Pavilion, but as soon as they arrived, they felt like Mount Tai was pressing down on the top. An inexplicable atmosphere of pressure enveloped them. They only saw sitting cross-legged in the center of the sixth floor. The leader of Feng's strongest team, Feng Xiao, had a gloomy look on his face right now, and his aura was leaking out, forming a terrifying dark magnetic field.
"wind……!"
"Howling wind...!"
"roll!"
Feng Xiao opened his eyes, feeling extremely irritated and disgusted. This team was naturally affected. With a flick of his sleeve, a strong airflow hit them, and they all rolled down from the sixth floor to the fifth floor. The strong evil spirit made them dare not even fart, and they rolled out of the Sutra Library in a panic.
"Feng Xiao is crazy, I see the sixth floor is empty, the seventh floor should be like the Medicine Pavilion, the Enlightenment Land, there should be a restriction, can not be broken in a short time, he just waited? Isn't this a waste of precious time and opportunity?"
"Who cares, one less strong team, don't we have more hope!"
"That's right, that's right!"
Feng Xiao naturally heard those gossips, his eyes gradually became cold, a sense of irritation surged, for Chu Xun to miss this great opportunity, even the opportunity to break through to the seventh realm, looked up at the top with an unusually sharp look, hoarsely said: "I don't allow anyone to set foot in the Sutra Pavilion again!"
The team members who didn't contribute before, with cold sweat on their foreheads, said: "Okay!"
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Upstairs.
The seventh floor.
The scene downstairs was also reflected in his eyes. Chu Xun knew that he was trapped inside, but he did not feel any discomfort. Instead, his mentality was unusually peaceful. If he had been thinking about competing for other opportunities before, now he was completely calm and patiently reading in the Sutra Library. He did not feel that he was being hunted, but more like the other party was protecting him. "Very good!" Chu Xun smiled.