MTL - The Evil God Emperor is In the City-Chapter 153 Feng Tianhe borrows a sword from the sky

When the eighth urn of spiritual liquid was filled, the white crystal hanging upside down in the stone chamber shook slightly, and a few strands of fine sand fell.

The stone room is still more than ten feet away from the ground, and the vibrations can still be transmitted. Presumably the battle situation on the ground must be extremely fierce at this time. Zhu Xixue is already uneasy. It can't be justified in terms of emotion and reason.

Furthermore, although she was born in a large sect, she was only in her twenties and had little experience, so she felt a little guilty when she encountered this.

Holding his hands and turning around for a few times, he finally couldn't help but say, "It's time to go! I don't know what happened to Master Sun and the others."

Ge Di filled the ninth urn with the spiritual liquid using the technique of "photographing objects from the sky", holding the black porcelain urn, and looked at Zhu Xixue who looked uneasy.

"Before entering the Yin Fuzong Treasure Pavilion, I heard Feng Tianhe shout something, please fight to the death! Obviously, he wants to pierce the sky, and he will never give up unless he takes Wen Ji's head, but Yin Fuzong also has ten elders who have practiced for half a hundred years. Dude, it's evenly matched with them, so this fight isn't over so quickly.

You want to know how they are, and I tell you, some of them will die in this battle. Sun Gouzi asked you to come and see the world, this is the world. "

Zhu Xixue said: "So you are stealing the spiritual liquid here with peace of mind?"

"if not?"

"you…"

Zhu Xixue was so angry that she flicked her sleeves, and wrapped the nine-porcelain urn spirit liquid that had already been filled in a silver silk treasure bag, turned it into a delicate sachet, and threw it at Ge Mu's feet.

"If that's the case, then I'm going to help Sect Master Feng and the others now. You, hum, take your nine urns of spiritual liquid as a tortoise!"

Say it and leave.

Ge Mu indifferently rubbed the corners of his brows, picked up the silver silk treasure bag, walked to the half-moon-shaped pool and took a selfie in front of the shadow, and said softly to himself, "Can you help me with this?"

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When Zhu Xixue came out of the underground stone room, the disciples of Yin Fuzong had already left the cave, and there was no one in the huge cave.

The aftermath of the fights of the old guys tore out several larger openings in the cavern barrier. Sword energy, strong wind, and firelight spread in, destroying several wooden stockades in the central area of ​​Yin Fuzong. Still billowing smoke.

More than a hundred corpses fell on the Chinese-British altar. The blood from the mouth and nose gathered into a thick pool of dark red blood, gurgling down the stairs, and the blood was thick.

It is hard to imagine that this kind of picture can still be seen in the modern society with the rapid development of science and technology.

"Feng Tianhe—" Wen Ji's abrupt voice interrupted Zhu Xixue from staring at the tragic picture.

Yearning for the sound.

Seeing Feng Tianhe fall on the old uncle on the edge of the Tiankeng, the blood from his left eye was impressive, and the blood from the eye socket stained half of his face red, spreading directly on his beard, looking extremely embarrassed.

His left eye is almost dead!

Wen Ji, who was covered in blue robes, floated down from the sky and landed on the same level as Feng Tianhe. With the palm of his hand, a "Vulnerable Rakshasa Talisman" landed directly on Feng Tianhe's abdomen.

boom-

A blazing light burst out suddenly.

Then I saw a big pit of more than 30 feet in the rock wall. Feng Tianhe, who was located in the big pit, took the blow with a strong Rakshasa Talisman. His calf was deformed, and it was obvious that the bone was broken.

"Feng Tianhe, he broke free from the talisman cage at the cost of one eye. I have to say that you are still a person, but you are only there, you have exhausted your means, and you can't hurt me!"

Feng Tianhe chuckled, coughing up a few wisps of blood and sticking to his beard: "Yes, even though I have worked hard for more than fifty years, there is still a gap with you."

"As long as you know."

"But you don't understand! Feng has been unknown for the first fifty years, but he has always practiced what he says. How about a broken eye? What about breaking a leg bone? Today I said that I want to take your head, and I will not let you live today."

The graceful Wen Ji looked at Feng Tianhe coldly, raised his hand and pointed, "Your old bones may not be as hard as your mouth."

stop-

Zhu Xixue, who had already arrived a few dozen meters away, shouted coquettishly, her figure was in the air, and her sword pointed at junior Wen Ji with a sharp sword energy.

Zhu Xixue learned the two unique skills of Zhengyi Dharma, one is the five thunders and the other is the nine-style immeasurable sword gang. Earthshattering might.

This sword finger is the strongest style she can reach.

Dawei sword finger.

The sword qi was 20 feet long and wide, and it slashed towards Wen Ji like a red rainbow, but Wen Ji's husband didn't even turn around, his sleeve robe shook, and the same rainbow-like sword qi went up.

"Junior, I didn't have you when I was cultivating the Nine Style Immeasurable Sword Gang, go back and study with Zai Sun Gouzi for two more years!"

This sword qi smashed Zhu Xixue's "mighty sword fingers" into pieces, and its tyrannical force knocked her down from the air, flew out more than a hundred feet like a streamer, and slammed into the central law of Yin Fu Zong. On the statue of the idol on the altar, the sculpture shattered.

Zhu Xixue, life and death unknown...

Even though she is a leader of the next generation, she is still too far from the top person of the previous generation, Wen Ji, and it is difficult to stop her.

Wen Ji snorted coldly, and focused his attention on Feng Tianhe again~www.novelbuddy.com~ Now it's your turn, Feng Tianhe. Today, you led a provocation, tearing apart the barriers of the cave, and your disciples killed more than a hundred disciples of Yin Fuzong... This is the strength that I have painstakingly cooked for more than 50 years. You have ruined most of it. Shouldn't you change it? "

Damn it!

Wen Ji's voice suddenly rose, and the dark color in his eyes was as thick as black mist.

A red arc of lightning flashed across his body.

Feng Tianhe, who finally broke free from the rock pit, wiped his beard, and his hands were stained with blood.

He sighed, and then slowly stood up with his somewhat stiff body, looking at the gradually falling sunset over the distant mountains.

"As the master of a sect, I can't honor the sect, but I promised my predecessor that I would not let the next person in the sect be humiliated or bullied. I promised this very easily back then, and I didn't even think about the Sanqing Sect's loneliness and loneliness. It is not easy to gain a foothold in the world, and if you want to protect the disciples, you may have to break the old bones. But ah, you have to do what you promise. I, Feng Tianhe, are such a person."

Zheng—

There was a sound of Qingyue sword being unsheathed.

The Heavenly Master Sword "Zhan Jiao" came out of its sheath and was held in Feng Tianhe's hand.

He is not qualified to inherit this sword.

Nor is it a sword repairer.

Never repaired sword gang, sword finger.

However, he has to use this divine sword, which is almost the highest ranked among the famous swords in the world today, to cut off Wen Ji's head. Regardless of whether he succeeds or not, using such a high-grade sword will have a great backlash on his body and soul. .

"Jingyang Tianshi, the descendant Feng Tianhe, the forty-third generation Sanqingmen sect master, is incompetent and cannot protect the sect with his own strength. Today, with my thirty-year lifespan, I borrow a sword from heaven, and I would like to borrow the sword from you. The majesty of the sword pacifies the injustice of the younger sister, and the grievances of fifty years."

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