The initial battle ended in a flash.

Dan King Kong Meng was still thinking about all the contemptuous words he had just blurted out, and he was also thinking about what would happen after a while.

Whether it was to be torn into pieces, or to be punched in the head, or Wen Renxian'er, the two guys would play around until the other was exhausted and then finish.

In general, King Dan thought about all kinds of endings that could be regarded as performances, because he felt that watching Wenren Xianer torture and kill a person with his own eyes would be a kind of enjoyment.

Those two guys, I put a lot of effort into training them, and they really brought me a lot of fun.

But this time, Dan King Kong Meng was destined to make a mistake.

The outcome that was expected to be a quick resolution of the battle did come, but the outcome of the calculation for both sides turned upside down.

It was not Feng Jueyu who died, but Wenren and Xianer, two loyal servants.

Kong Meng didn't even bother to look further. He only needed to listen to the sound of being crushed to pieces to satisfy the bloody desire in his heart.

Who would have thought that the ending would be like this.

"Damn, you two losers."

The blood splashed all over Kong Meng like raindrops. Only with hindsight did he realize that the person in front of him was a bit difficult to deal with.

Even so, so what?

Wenren, Xianer and himself are not on the same level at all.

"You have to let me personally take action, and you deserve to die." Kong Meng roared wildly, stood up, and unknowingly took out a medicine pestle. This pestle has a famous origin, and it was made by him with the essence of hundreds of medicines.

It is a low-grade golden magic weapon with extraordinary power, capable of breaking mountains into pieces.

"Feng Jueyu, I'm starting to become interested in you. With your strength, it's great to be an excellent medicine slave for me. I'll accept your Yang Shen now and turn him into an obedient idiot.

,Ha ha."

Kong Meng roared, and the medicine pestle changed in the air, turning into a huge sky-piercing pestle that came over the top. The fishy wind hit his face, and Feng Jueyu suddenly felt waves of nausea. It was not because Kong Meng was so powerful that he could only rely on it.

The wind from blowing the pestle would make him feel dizzy, but it was because the big pestle was actually stained with traces of blood.

Where is the pestle used for pounding medicine? How much blood is stuck to this magical instrument? Has he ever played with crushing people with the pestle?

Although Feng Jueyu has an evil nature, he still has a kind heart after all. The evil is only one-sided, and he is not so perverted that he kills everyone.

Kong Meng, on the other hand, completely lost his humanity and was even more hateful than the monsters, demons, and ghosts in the evil camp.

Treating human life like a piece of grass, both heaven and earth will punish you.

"Twenty-Four Swords!"

With a flash of thought in his mind, Feng Jueyu directly used the technique of the Twenty-Four Swordsmen. The sixty-four golden swords were divided into one, and Kong Meng was immediately enveloped under the sword curtain that filled the sky.

With Feng Jueyu's current cultivation level, he can definitely stand at the pinnacle of the Lord of Hundred Battles. Not to mention Kong Meng, even Su Manzi would dare to fight, but now he doesn't want to kill Kong Meng early. After all, he is still alive.

Unfortunately, there is still no definite information on Zhou Xuan's whereabouts.

He needs to know the location of Zhou Xuan and others.

"Give it to me!"

Feng Jueyu roared angrily, and the sixty-four swords fell towards Kong Meng like stars. Facing the star-like sword light, Kong Meng's heart seemed to have been hit hard by a heavy hammer, and he had not yet touched it.

As soon as I saw the sword curtain, I felt an unparalleled killing intent sweeping through my body.

"Good guy, why is this man's sword screen so powerful? Am I not as good as him?"

Kong Meng thought to himself, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became. The Lord of Hundred Battles, who was ranked third, could not defeat a boy who had only practiced in the Chongyang Realm for less than a year. It was simply disgusting.

"Open it for me." Kong Meng let out a beast's roar, and the golden treasured magic weapon, the medicine pestle, rolled up against the sky and spun like a top, like a big tree being danced by him.

Venus fills the air, and the pestle dances in the wind.

The two magic soldiers clashed fiercely in the sky...

Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding...

The flying sparks were like fireworks and firecrackers. The sparks fell on the flowers and ignited a prairie fire. The fire slowly expanded and spread throughout the valley in an instant, burning all the flowers and plants that Kong Meng had worked so hard to plant.

destroy.

Kong Meng didn't think Feng Jueyu was so powerful, even though he easily killed his two loyal servants. Unexpectedly, when they fought, he discovered that Feng Jueyu not only had excellent cultivation of the source of his divine power, but also had a longer inner breath than

I'm still slightly better.

Not only did the golden magic weapon fail to gain the upper hand, but it was oppressed by the golden light sword curtain and lost the brilliance that the magic weapon should have. Within a moment of fighting, he already felt that the mark of spiritual consciousness on the medicine pestle began to show signs of collapse.

Kong Meng was so angry that he yelled.

When magic weapons collide with each other, there will be losses to each other, but this loss cannot be compensated, unless the same kind of magic weapons and treasures are used for refining. If the golden magic weapon is damaged, a piece of golden treasure and chalcedony will be consumed, or a piece of golden treasure and chalcedony will be consumed directly.

Only a piece of golden treasure magic weapon can be repaired.

After a while, the medicine pestle was riddled with holes. How could Kong Meng not be angry?

However, just when he suddenly wanted to fight back, the overwhelming sword curtain turned into one hundred and twenty-eight golden swords, and his momentum increased again.

Hundreds of golden light swords fell on Kong Meng's body, killing even the thought of taking out the second magic weapon in the cradle. The murderous killing like a whirlwind began, and dozens of weapons suddenly appeared on Kong Meng's body.

Wounded by a sword, blood splattered all over his body.

"Asshole, this is impossible." Kong Meng screamed, unable to believe what was happening in front of him.

It is a great humiliation for a person who is ranked among the top three in the Lord of Hundred Wars to be defeated in his own territory by a junior learner with a strong push.

He did not believe in evil and forced himself to activate the source of divine power in his body to resist. However, Feng Jueyu's advance was so fast that no one would believe him if he told him.

And this wasn't even Feng Jueyu's full force. If he had used other magic weapons, Kong Meng wouldn't even have the chance to fight back.

"Jin Yu, go!"

Feng Jueyu recited the sword technique again. As soon as his mind moved, Kong Meng was submerged in the sword curtain. His hands, feet, shoulders, and the key parts of his body that could send out moves were instantly unleashed by Feng Jueyu.

The curtain was nailed to the ridge of the alchemy roof, making it impossible to move.

"Look, I said it would be quick."

In the distance, Jiuwei flipped his hair with a hint of pride in his eyes. In fact, when the fight started, Jiuwei had guessed that Feng Jueyu could deal with the Dan King Kong Meng effortlessly.

This is the self-awareness of a strong person, an evaluation of someone whose cultivation level is not as good as hers but not much worse.

Feng Jueyu has this strength, he has it before, he has it now, and he will have it even more in the future. He is the real master of a hundred battles. Even the blood demons and Wu Ying are weak.

Xuanzhong said nothing. He was unable to refute Jiuwei's judgment, because in his heart he had never worried that Feng Jueyu would be in danger during this incident of rescuing Zhou Xuan.

Trust does not rely on blindness, but on strength.

Feng Jueyu has this kind of strength, and he even hopes to see that one day, when Feng Jueyu encounters Long Zhan, it will be a very terrifying final showdown.

The master of the Seven Virtues, and the emperor who created a great world...

"Damn it, Feng Jueyu, I didn't expect it to be so powerful. I, Kong Meng, made a mistake." Being nailed to the roof, Kong Meng laughed wildly as if he was having a mental illness.

"Psychopath." Feng Jueyu said a word that has not been used to evaluate a person for a long time. Wait, man? Kong Meng doesn't deserve it.

This guy is a pervert.

Feng Jueyu suddenly laughed, pervert? I'll let you be normal and scary.

Stepping into the sky, Feng Jueyu stood in front of Kong Meng, squinting at Kong Meng who was nailed to the roof and shouting with disdain, and said: "Kong Meng, are you still confident now?"

"Haha, I lost, I lost."

"Are you so happy after losing?"

"Why are you not happy if you lose? It shows that I am qualified to fight you. But although you won, you have no way of knowing the whereabouts of the person you want to save, so in the end I won." Kong Meng grinned.

Sure enough, you are sick.

Feng Jueyu was not surprised at all. In fact, ever since he saw Kong Meng's Dama Hengdao being extremely excited and asking two loyal servants to kill people, he had noticed that it would be difficult to find Zhou Xuan today.

Because if a person is so sick that he has no fear of life or death, then nothing can threaten him.

Therefore, Feng Jueyu's biggest problem is not to attack Kong Meng, but to make him afraid and generate fear, so that he can ask about the whereabouts of Zhou Xuan and others.

With his mind spinning, Feng Jueyu had an idea in his mind. He stretched out his hand to fish it out, and the treasure bag on Kong Meng fell into his hands.

"Haha, I didn't expect that you are also a greedy guy. You want my elixir. This means that I beat you in the elixir path. I still won, not lost."

"Feng Jueyu, I am willing to lose in terms of force. Take my elixir away and find someone to study it and carry it forward. Even if I die, I will still be the elixir king or even a god."

"You can take it yourself, but I don't guarantee that it's all good medicine, and some of it is poison. If you end up eating it and become a madman, the world will be a lot of fun."

"You are really a lunatic." Feng Jueyu smiled, not at all angry at Kong Meng's illness. He took the treasure bag in his hand and said: "But you guessed wrong. It is undeniable that you Kong Meng Lian

The elixirs are excellent, but I won’t take any of them.”

"Why?" Kong Meng was stunned, and his laughter stopped.

Feng Jueyu said: "It's very simple, because I don't want to eat it. Not everyone wants to eat the elixirs you concocted, and as you said, they may not all be good elixirs."

Kong Meng began to hold his breath and looked at Feng Jueyu with a strange look.

On the battlefields of all realms, Kong Meng was indeed a master and a highly respected person. There were many people who wanted to get the elixirs he had refined even if they visited his hut. Over time, this made him arrogant and withdrawn.

weird personality.

But in Feng Jueyu's eyes, even if Kong Meng is crooked, he can be straightened out.

Feng Jueyu's smile began to become particularly creepy.

"Actually, I plan to give you something to eat..."
Chapter completed!