He ​​used the power of Dharma to catch Feng Wuchen's second sword. When the smoke and dust dispersed, the huge purple wolf behind Feng Wuyi was already extremely dim.

"Hiss... As expected of a fifth-turn Dharma form, he can actually take down two such terrifying swords?"

"Tsk tsk! Even though it's the limit, it's the next step! If it had been another junior, I'm afraid it would have been beheaded more than ten times, right?"

"..." ??

At this moment, everyone's conversation began to gradually change.

Before that, in their opinion, Feng Wuchen could make Feng Baiyi activate the Dharma with all his strength. Feng Wuchen was the strongest!

But now, it has become that Feng Baiyi can take on Feng Wuchen's two swords. It is Feng Baiyi who is stronger...

"But after all, he is a junior created by the Feng family's resources! You can't defeat him with just those two swords."

"Haha! If the junior who was trained as the heir apparent by the Feng family can't even take two swords from a slave, then what kind of genius is he?"

"..." ??

However, just when everyone was talking about this.

I saw the wind and clouds gathering in the sky again, and in a moment, Feng Wuchen had already prepared the third sword!

The power of this third sword is at least equal to the combined power of the previous two swords.

If the sword energy leaks out, even if it is just a wisp, it can swallow up thousands of miles like a tiger.

"How...how...how is it possible? How could he still have such strong power? Those two swords from before should have been his limit!"

"What kind of method does he practice? It actually gets stronger with each battle!"

"Can Feng Baiyi take this third sword?"

At this moment, under the influence of the sword energy, Feng Baiyi was about to curse in his heart.

The first and second swords just now were terrifying!

If it weren't for face and his own status, he wouldn't have chosen to do it forcefully.

I originally thought that he was just a wild boy, no matter how strong he was, how strong could he be?

But he didn't expect that the power of these three swords was far beyond his imagination!

He has already begun to regret it. If he had not chosen to take the opponent's sword energy from the beginning, he would not be in such a dilemma now!

Feeling the scent of the sword energy becoming increasingly terrifying, Feng Baiyi gritted his teeth.

"cut!"

The terrifying third sword slash was like the fall of Tongjiutian, which was both spectacular and terrifying.

Face to face with that powerful sword intent, a tight string in Feng Baiyi's heart was completely broken.

At the critical moment, Feng Baiyi turned around and ran away regardless of everything!

"Feng Baiyi escaped!"

"He escaped! He actually escaped! How could he escape?"

At that moment, all the geniuses in the Holy Domain couldn't help but be shocked.

Feng Baiyi is synonymous with arrogance!

He is strong yet restrained, and usually does not like to show off his talents, but he can always make people feel his pride and strength in his every move.

In the past, I always looked calm and calm in front of others. When had I ever been so embarrassed?

"No...he must not be trying to escape, he must be thinking of some tactics!"

Some people don't want to believe this scene.

Of course, it’s not so much that they don’t want to believe that Feng Wuyi will lose, but rather that they don’t want to believe that Feng Wuchen will win!

"What tactic? He is clearly on the run... He doesn't even care about his concubine!"

After Feng Baiyi escaped, Yun Mengyao's body was immediately exposed to the sword energy.

The woman's face was extremely pale. She was not as powerful as Feng Baiyi, and she didn't even have a Dharma image.

If she takes this sword forcefully, she will definitely die!

"Master Jiu, save me!"

After listening to the woman’s cry for help, Feng Baiyi

His heart seemed to be grabbed by someone, and his heart kept telling him that he should look back.

But what controls his body now is the instinct to survive!

He understood that the young man in that formation was an out-and-out lunatic!

The other party really dared to kill him!

In addition to being heartbroken and heartbroken, Feng Wuyi's eyes were bloodshot and turned red. As he ran, he still yelled hysterically: "Feng Wuchen! If you dare to kill her, I will fight you until death!"

"Fight to the death? I wish I could! You'd better come back now and fight to the death with me! If I can't kill you with three swords, I will use four! Five swords! I want to see how many swords you can take from me!"

"Oh my god! He still has four and five swords left?"

The throats of a group of spectators kept rolling.

"How strong is he?"

Under that sword energy, Yun Mengyao was completely frightened and turned pale, losing all her usual dignity.

"You...how dare you kill me? I am Jiuye's man! How dare you kill me?"

"I didn't originally intend to kill you! It was you who wanted to die... If it wasn't because you, a bitch, blocked the way, how could Linghua and Lu Rou have died?"

Feng Wuchen's voice was full of anger.

"You still expect Feng Baiyi to save you at this moment? It's okay if he escapes. If he dares to come back, I will kill him too! The world is so big, who can't I kill?"

After saying these words, the sword energy in the air was finally cut down.

"No!"

In Yunmengyao's heart-rending roar.

"Boom!"

The sword energy exploded, and its remaining power swept hundreds of miles in an instant.

Everyone onlookers couldn't help but retreat quickly.

And Feng Baiyi didn't even look back, and kept running away in a certain direction.

His eyes were red, and he was gnashing his teeth. He was running away, crying a little, and kept cursing: "How dare you kill Mengyao! I want you to die... I want you to die..."

"..."

When the power of these three swords dissipates, silence returns to heaven and earth.

Starting from the edge of the Seventy-Two Mountains and extending for hundreds of miles, there were already three bottomless abyss, each one longer and wider than the last.

That is what the three swords of worshiping Feng Wuchen gave me!

At this moment, the Holy Land Prodigy who had retreated to the periphery looked at each other for a while with the strong men from Thirty-Six Cities, their faces were filled with bitterness in addition to bitterness.

What to do now?

The Seventy-Two Mountains were shrouded by that great formation, but their territory was completely destroyed. Even if there was great fortune, it had nothing to do with them.

Could it be that that fate really gave the little devil an advantage?

"This matter is no longer something we can solve. Let's go back and report it to our ancestors. If we take action during the tribulation period, we may not be able to capture that kid!"

"Alas...that's all we can do!"

After a while of discussion, the saintly geniuses present left the Demon-Suppressing Abyss, leaving only a group of demonic monks looking at each other.

They don't have the foundation of the Holy Land.

After people are beaten, they can go back to the monks in the Tribulation and Destruction Realm to support them, but what about them? Who should they go to?

There was silence among the crowd for a long time, and suddenly someone said: "Ask him to take action!"

Hearing this, all the old demons' expressions froze for a moment, but they also guessed who he was referring to.

"But... that guy's life is running out, will he take action?"

"Yes! Definitely! Over the years, the Thirty-six Cities have been able to thrive under the noses of the Four Symbols and Seven Stars. It is inseparable from his intimidation. The fate here is related to the future of Zhenmoyuan, and he will definitely not let it go!"
Chapter completed!