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Chapter 334: The proxy player is online, the immortal family vs. Yin Jun
Looking at the sharp-edged golden spell attached to Hu Xiuwu's body, Tian Jinzhong was deeply moved and recalled the past years:
"This sharp golden light is really the style of the big-eared thief. Xiuwu has learned the Huaiyi Golden Light Spell to perfection."
Zhang Zhiwei smiled and said, "After all, he is Huaiyi's apprentice."
Tian Jinzhong suddenly became curious, looked up at Zhang Zhiwei, and gossiped, "By the way, who won in the late-night competition between you and Huaiyi? You left the mountain the next day, and the master didn't allow us to ask Huaiyi about the result of the competition."
Lu Jin, who was standing next to Zhang Zhiwei, laughed and said, "Hahaha, I heard that someone on Longhu Mountain defeated the old Heavenly Master. I was curious about who it was. Was it Zhang Huaiyi?"
Zhang Zhiwei laughed loudly: "These are all rumors. How could that guy possibly defeat me?"
In the stands, only these three were still in the mood to joke. The rest of the people, even the ten bosses, were concentrating on watching the battle below. The younger generation were even more shocked. They couldn't believe that the two people off the court whose moves were earth-shaking and powerful were their peers.
In the arena,
Feng Xingtong was surrounded by a cold and ominous demonic aura. He controlled the demonic aura and condensed it at his fingertips. His hands seemed to have turned into the fangs of a demonic python. He twisted them forward and crushed the huge sword energy that was as cold as the Guanghan Peak.
The sword energy scattered, but the golden sword behind the sword energy was still as powerful and majestic as ever.
The big sword transformed from the wooden broom was very similar to Guan Yu's偃月刀. Hu Xiuwu wielded it with the heavy sword technique from the Youyue sword technique. He turned his right wrist, pushed the sword forward, held the end of the sword with his left hand, and held his right hand one body length in front of the end of the sword, and pressed down with all his strength the sword that was originally raised up.
The heavy sword chopped down like a mountain collapsing and stars falling, carrying a thousand pounds of force, chopping towards Feng Xingtong.
Feng Xingtong crossed his hands in front of his head to protect it, and the demonic energy on his forearms condensed into fine snake scales to strengthen his defense.
The golden long knife brushed against the snake scales, and the scales were chopped into pieces with a rustling sound and dissipated into evil spirit, as if a hot knife was scratching on an ink block.
Feng Xingtong fell back to the ground as if being crushed by a tower. The demon python that was about to soar into the sky was pressed back to the ground and repelled by the remaining force of the blade.
Feng Xingtong plowed two trenches over ten meters long on the ground with his feet before he let go of the momentum and stopped.
Feng Xingtong's feet were deeply stuck in the mud, his arms were shaking constantly, his forearms were obviously red and swollen, he was breathing heavily, and there was cold sweat on his face due to the shock:
"Just one move, and I can't hold on? Although I already knew that I'm no match for Hu Xiuwu, the gap is too big."
"Humph, Xiao Xiuwu has been practicing the Shangqing Huangting Sutra since he was a child. If we talk about the strength of life, I'm afraid that even the Taoists of your generation, the Quanzhen Longmen, are not his opponents. No, no one in the previous generation was his opponent either."
Liu Kunsheng's voice rang in Feng Xingtong's mind.
Feng Xingtong asked tentatively: "Lian, Lian Master Liu, you are not a match for me?"
Liu Kunsheng snorted coldly and said proudly: "In this world, if we talk about the depth of cultivation, no one can be my opponent. But you are not my disciple after all, so you can't bring out my true strength. Unless you lend me your body, I can..."
Before he finished speaking, Feng Xingtong said decisively without any hesitation: "Okay! Then I will lend my body to Master Liu temporarily."
Such a decisive answer made Liu Kunsheng stunned for a moment, and then he said in a deep tone: "Boy, you dare to lend me your body? Don't think that your soul-binding and general-sentencing skills are omnipotent. After you hand over your body to me, I want to leave, and you can't stop me!"
Feng Xingtong said sincerely: "I know, but I can't beat Hu Xiuwu anyway, so why not take a gamble? Besides, with a strong enemy like Hu Xiuwu in front of you, doesn't Mr. Liu want to give it a try?"
After a moment of silence, Liu Kunsheng muttered, "The youngsters nowadays are more cunning than the last."
"Although I am not happy with this spirit-binding and general-dispatching strategy, you are indeed my type. Since you have made up your mind, just give me your body and let me teach you how to fight!"
"it is good!"
After making up his mind, Feng Xingtong did not hesitate. He let go of the protection of his mind and used the Liangshan method of inviting spirits to possess the body as recorded in "Conquering Spirits and Sending Generals" to guide Liu Kunsheng to possess his own body.
Liu Kunsheng got behind Feng Xingtong, and the loose evil spirit around him obediently guarded Feng Xingtong like a ghost.
Feng Xingtong's iconic pale eyes as a wizard also turned into red demonic pupils, and fine snake scales faintly appeared on his body.
In a moment, Feng Xingtong's aura was completely different. The immaturity that was originally mixed with the demonic aura disappeared without a trace, leaving only the unbridled, unruly and boundless aura.
The immortal possesses the body and the demon king is born!
Hu Xiuwu held his sword horizontally in front of him and asked tentatively, "Master Liu?"
Feng Xingtong twisted his neck, getting familiar with this strange body: "I have long wanted to try your methods, Xiao Xiuwu. Today is a good opportunity."
At the same time, Liu Kunsheng silently said in his heart: Come on, let me see how capable the Yin Jun trained by Shangqing is!
Hu Xiuwu guessed Feng Xingtong's plan and exclaimed: "I didn't expect that Feng Xingtong looks a little weak on the outside, but his inner character is very decisive."
This is the same as his father.
Feng Zhenghao, who looks like a scholar but is actually a patient and wise hero like King Goujian of Yue.
"Okay, stop wasting time and get started!"
It had been a long time since I had encountered a decent opponent, and now I had encountered a nemesis like Ju Ling Qian Jiang. Feng Xingtong, who had been holding back his anger, couldn't wait to start the battle.
However, the feeling of oppression he brought to Hu Xiuwu this time was completely different.
Hu Xiuwu raised the end of the pole to his eyebrows with his right hand and held the pole with his left hand. The tip of the Golden Crescent Blade hung in front of him. He used the dripping water momentum of spear skills, which allowed him to attack when advancing and defend when retreating, and waited for the opponent to tire out.
Feng Xingtong swung his right hand so quickly and swiftly that his arm seemed to have no bones, and it swung out a smooth curve.
The evil spirit condensed on it was like a long whip or a snake's tail, tearing out a whistling sound of the wind, and bombarding Hu Xiuwu with the power to break mountains and split rivers.
Great Snake Magic: Python Whip.
The python whip attacked, and Hu Xiuwu did not dare to be careless. He immediately raised his long sword to block Feng Xingtong's whip.
Feng Xingtong's whip hand was blocked by the knife handle, but Hu Xiuwu felt a force coming from Feng Xingtong's hand.
It was as if a giant python was wrapped around the blade, constantly shrinking its body, twisting the golden light on the broom, trying to crush it into pieces.
The Great Snake's Magical Skill: Snake Twisting Force.
The snake's twisting force squeezed the golden light into several spiral marks. It seemed that the Golden Light Spell could no longer be maintained under the snake's twisting force and was about to fall apart.
The golden light suddenly became harder and actually supported Feng Xingtong's entanglement.
Feng Xingtong looked at Hu Xiuwu with great interest: "Oh, you finally showed your true ability."
Hu Xiuwu on the opposite side was no longer as relaxed as he was at the beginning. A strong fighting spirit appeared in his eyes, and the Seven Killing Orders of Gods and Ghosts and the Killing Order were silently activated.
Transform his fighting spirit into the red Three Corpse Qi, and then transform it into power, which flows under the golden light and blesses the golden light.
The neutral and peaceful golden light also became overbearing and brutal under the influence of the Three Corpses Qi.
Hu Xiuwu held the shaft and pushed open Feng Xingtong with force. Three sword energies were simultaneously stimulated from the blade, entwining with each other and flying towards Feng Xingtong with even stronger cutting and penetrating power.
At the same time, the blade, which originally resembled a crescent-shaped sword, was transformed again and had three points and two edges.
The two men did not hold back and fought with all their might, and the remaining energy that dissipated during the fight could no longer be controlled.
For a moment, the ground cracked, the walls shattered, and deep pits caused by meteorite impacts and artillery bombardments appeared from time to time on the ground.
The audience seats were naturally affected by the aftermath as well. Several rays of dark moon sword energy slashed towards Feng Xingtong but were dodged by him. The sword energy flew back to the audience seats along its original trajectory.
The referee of this match, Rong Shan, immediately flew forward, rushed in front of Jian Qi, and held up golden light to prevent the spectators from being accidentally injured.
No! I can't stop this sword energy!
As soon as the sword energy was blocked by the golden light, Rong Shan secretly thought that something was wrong. These sword energies were much tougher and sharper than he had imagined.
After being blocked by his golden light, the sword energy did not dissipate. Instead, it kept cutting his golden light, trying to move forward. He had already pushed the Golden Light Spell to its limit, but still could not stop the sword energy from moving forward.
This shows that Rong Shan's cultivation is far inferior to Hu Xiuwu's.
He had been practicing for more than forty years, but he was unable to stop the sword energy of a junior who was almost the same age as his junior brother.
Rong Shan suddenly felt a sense of dejection in his heart, and suddenly understood the feeling of powerlessness of the extraordinary people of the same generation as Tianshi.
It was so powerful that I couldn't even muster the confidence to catch up.
Just when Rongshan's golden light was about to be shattered into pieces by the sword energy, several thin ropes condensed from the golden light rushed over from the side like spirit snakes and easily dispersed the sword energy.
Rong Shan breathed a sigh of relief and immediately recognized the origin of the familiar golden light.
That is the old Heavenly Master’s Golden Light Mantra.
Chapter 335 Evidence
In front of you can see a red-gold storm formed by swords and knives, constantly colliding with the dark evil wind formed by demonic energy; in your ears there is a deafening roar, like the sound of thousands of troops colliding when two armies clash; your nose can also smell the rusty iron smell on the demon python, and under the rusty iron there seems to be the smell of the underworld hidden.
The soles of my feet could feel the mountains trembling in fear, my skin seemed to be able to feel the cold air of the Changbai Snow Mountain, and my pores stood up; my heart was beating violently like a war drum.
It was clearly a competition among the younger generation, but Feng Shayan's five senses told her that
What kind of competition is there? What you see before your eyes is a collision between two natural disasters! It is a battle between immortals and gods!
If you didn't have the Heavenly Master protecting you, you wouldn't even be qualified to watch this battle.
The usually very proud eldest daughter Feng Shayan had to lower her head at this moment, her eyes wide open. Besides the shock in her heart, she was more frustrated.
Her brother Feng Xingtong's performance could be explained by Liu Kunsheng's possession, but that was not his true strength.
But the man opposite him, Hu Xiuwu, who was wearing golden armor, with phoenix wings on his head and holding a three-pointed, two-edged spear in his hand, looked like a god who had descended from the sky. However, he was actually a fairy from the Northeastern Shaman lineage who relied on his own strength.
She really couldn't go against her will and say that she would never be able to compare with him in the future.
Feng Zhenghao, who was standing by, noticed his depressed daughter, put his arm around her shoulders and comforted her:
"Shayan, don't be discouraged. You've done a good job. Sometimes you have to admit that in every generation there are always one or two people who are as dazzling as the sun in the sky, making people feel powerless."
"But don't always look at the sun. Look around you. You have also reached a peak that ordinary people can hardly reach. Aren't you also a favored girl in the eyes of many people?"
"Dad is also inferior to others in many aspects. Among the Ten Masters, Na Ruhu of Xigu Pavilion and the Second Master are stronger than me in terms of hard power. Chen Jinkui's attainments in numerology are also beyond my reach."
"But I still made it to the Ten Lords. I can neither fight nor count, so the reason I was able to make it to the Ten Lords was because of my ability to make money!"
“Be good at exploring your own strengths and bring them to their full potential…”
With her father's long speech lingering in her ears, Feng Shayan, who used to act like a queen, now rolled her eyes impatiently like a child, twisted her waist and turned her head away, not wanting to look at Feng Zhenghao.
The feeling of disappointment had long been forgotten, and now what I felt was more impatience.
She respects and admires her father, but that doesn't mean she likes his preaching.
"Okay, Dad, I'm not that fragile. It's the strength of Hu Xiuwu that amazes all of you, the Ten Lords. Could it be that old man Wang Ai really told the truth? Hu Xiuwu is really Zhang Huaiyi's disciple."
Feng Shayan crossed her hands on her slender waist. She was tall and wore a tight combat suit. She looked graceful and sexy, yet heroic.
Seeing that Feng Shayan had indeed regained her former spirit, Feng Zhenghao turned his head with relief, his face solemn: "No, this matter is still under discussion."
"Hu Xiuwu's strength exceeds many people's imagination. To be honest, even if I am the one down there now, I may not be able to win."
"But one does not have to inherit the Eight Wonders to become a strong person. Hu Xiuwu's growth is traceable. He is not like Zhang Chulan, a stone ape who suddenly appeared out of nowhere. No one knows his background, so he has aroused people's imagination."
"Hu Xiuwu is like Erlang Shen in mythology. He is a disciple of a large sect with an orderly inheritance. There was even a time when he was quite famous. Even Hu Qianqian from our Tianxia Association knew him."