Chapter 856 My father is Feng Nie!
Boom~~~
Without permission, he broke into Feng's base and behaved in such a domineering manner, which naturally attracted a counterattack from the formation. A golden formation flashing with five elements of rotation shone directly from the ground below, releasing a terrifying beam of light.
This was not the outer formation that Chu Xun had just destroyed, but the explosion of the internal formation. It also symbolized the strongest defense method of the Feng Family and the base, and the terrifying microwaves were condensed to almost crush Chu Xun.
"Ha!" Chu Xun had a look of ridicule. The formation was still such a crude formation to deal with him. He raised his sword and slashed it down at the core of the operation of the great formation. There was a strong roar, but still There was a peripheral light tearing towards him, and countless beams of light came towards him.
"Huh?" He frowned slightly, but even the sword didn't tear him apart, and he murmured: "The people who set up the formation are of average level, but the materials they use are excellent. Since one sword can't break it, then ten swords can't break it." sword!"
Boom boom boom~!
The people of the Feng clan below looked at the man in green shirt above in fear. There was unconcealable fear in their eyes. Almost in the blink of an eye, dozens or hundreds of sword energy slashed at the same place. This huge formation It collapsed, and the Feng Family and the base no longer had any defensive measures.
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"hiss!"
This scene was also seen by the other forces. They were all frightened and frightened. They also made up their minds to invite masters of formations to defend and base after watching the battle. Usually, they claim to be invincible based on their cultivation in the Seventh Realm, but the formations can be It doesn't matter, this scene now makes them vigilant, it will be bad if this monster appears again.
In fact, the formations of the Feng Family and the base were not weak at all, and they were more than enough to block the ordinary seventh-level monks. However, it was a pity that they encountered Chu Xun, a man who was extremely skilled in the formation. He found the weakness of the formation at a glance. How else to fight?
Although this is only one of the conditions, it cannot be blamed that the Feng family and the base are too weak. After all, formation cultivation is not popular in the Taihang Dao domain. There are only a few monks who are good at formation cultivation. It is extremely difficult to become a Six Realm formation cultivation. Even if there is an occasional outbreak, He is a seventh-level formation cultivator, and his status is even more astonishing. Repairing his own main line requires a lot of favors, and naturally these trivial things are not worth spending.
"Chu, how come Brother Chu is in the mood to come to our Feng clan as a guest!" Feng Xiao said with a smile. Looking at the injured 'Fengyang Divine Lord' and the rupture of the formation, he wanted to die. In his heart, he secretly blamed his younger uncle for being such a troublemaker. He had obviously warned that chasing Chu Xun's disciples would anger his Ni Lin, but he refused to listen.
Feng Tianhua's pupils were also shrinking violently. After a brief period of fear, his expression returned to coldness. His father was the Eighth Realm Ancestor Feng Nie. Looking at the Chaotic Star Territory, there were only a few people who dared to compare with him in worth. This man from a humble background A person who is lucky enough to be admitted to the Taoist Temple does not have a big shot behind him. How dare he kill himself?
"My father is Feng Nie~!" Feng Tianhua revealed his identity. When he said these words, not only him, but even the Feng clan members raised their heads and raised their chests unconsciously. At their core, they were arrogant and even disciples of Taihang Taoist Academy. Look down on them, they were born to be one of the top forces in the Taihang Dao realm, and they were born noble.
Their father is from the Feng clan, they are from the Feng clan, and even their sons will be from the Feng clan. They will enjoy the glory of the Feng clan and be proud of it, but they also despise those who have traveled a long way to Taihang. Some talents are just acquired by chance. Once they lose favor, they will be beaten back to all living beings. How can they compare with them?
Prosperity for generations.
His arrogant character has long been integrated into his bones, and he was born to be wealthy. Naturally, he looked down on these Taoist disciples who suddenly rose and fell suddenly.
"Your father... is Feng Nie!" Chu Xun also murmured softly, his eyes gradually darkening. He could not forget that the fall of the three ancestors of the Ji family was caused by Feng Nie, and even indirectly led to the destruction of Kyushu. A disaster in the world, and now the person he wants to kill is actually saying that his father is Feng Nirvana!
"Not bad!" Feng Nie nodded proudly.
"Okay!" Chu Xun nodded gently, and in the next breath he clapped it with a big hand. The expression on his face became cold and he said, "Your father is Feng Ni, so I don't dare to kill you?" Not only did he want to kill, He had to kill him in front of everyone, so Feng Shi fought to the end.
"Crazy!" Jin Zhenyuan, Yuan Sha and others who were watching the battle from a distance also had their hearts suddenly stop beating. They thought Chu Xun would be afraid when he heard this name, but he didn't expect him to be so brave. His expression changed and he said: "How dare he, kill him?" Even if Feng Tianhua doesn't take action, the rest of the Feng clan will kill him, and the Taoist Academy won't be able to protect him at all!"
"I'm usually said to be a martial arts idiot, a simple cultivator madman who dares to do anything for the sake of martial arts. Now it seems that he is more martial arts idiot than me!" Yuan Sha also said with fear. In other words, he would never dare to kill Feng Tianhua.
"This monster!" Lin Tong from the Anyuan Taoist lineage also changed his expression. Before, he was still weighing whether he dared to kill him if he really fell into Chu Xun's hands. Now he is sure. He really dares. If he hesitates at all, it will be a big deal. Respect for him!
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"Boom~"
Fengyang Shenjun in ancient brown robes descended in front of several people. His eyes were cold and filled with fear and anger, and he said: "I am only slightly injured, not dead yet!"
Killing someone in front of him, if it were an ordinary Feng clan member, he would kill him. He didn't want to offend this freak again, but killing Feng Tianhua was not an option. He was a disciple of Ancestor Feng Nie. If he died in In front of me, I will shed my skin even if I don't die. Even if I am angry, I still stand up.
"bump!"
After another collision, Fengyang Shenjun said with a gloomy face: "With the move you just made, if you want to kill me, it will take 8,000 hits instead of 10,000."
"Oh?" Chu Xun also looked at him coldly. The opponent injured by the eighth style of Qinglian has now healed and is intact. After all, the recovery ability of the seventh realm cultivator is quite terrible. A drop of blood can regenerate. The injury just now absorbed the energy in the starry sky and it will be intact in just a few efforts.
"The eighth style of Qinglian will kill you tens of thousands of times, but what if it is the ninth style!" Chu Xun looked down at him coldly, sitting cross-legged under the starry sky, slowly drawing out the Qingteng Sword and slashing it down, the boundless chaotic star field is trembling with it, and people who see this scene will unconsciously think of Jiuqu Daozun.
This style is very similar to his move, sitting cross-legged in the starry sky with the boundless starry sky as a piano, playing the overwhelming sword energy to pry the boundless starry sky, and Chu Xun is like this. His ninth style imitates the nine-curve sword method of the battle between Jiuqu Sword Zun and Taidao Sword Zun, and the chaotic star field is the piano plate.
"Zheng!"
The sword fell, and the avenue was roaring. The power of this sword was not only several times more terrifying than the eighth style, but it was nearly ten times stronger. There was a trace of horror on Fengyang God's face, and then the sword cut his body into pieces, and there was a light voice: "How many more swords will it take to kill you now?"